Decoracion De Salon De Clases Novels & Stories

My mother once told me that someday I would find the one person I was destined to spend forever with. I found him and he rejected me because he thought I was too weak. Forced to leave the only home I knew, I did so with my head hung low. As it turned out, the Moon Goddess had other plans for me in the form of three mates. I had to fight for what I wanted and show rveryone that despite being an Omega, I was stronger than they thought. But I wasn't sure if I would make it. I just knew that I had to fight, for myself, and for others they considered to be weak. *** Age gap, slow burn, shifter reverse harem novel with mature content ***

On the day of her wedding, she ended up in the hands of a man she had no idea who could be. Instead of being welcomed, she was despised by her parents and replaced by her twin sister, who took her place. Defeated and pregnant by a man she couldn’t remember — a man she wanted only to hate and forget, even without knowing who he was — all she had left was the silent promise to protect the children she carried and run away to survive. But the destiny she tried so hard to escape had never stopped watching her. Because inside her grew three lives marked by the moon and by blood — the children of the Supreme Alpha, the most feared and powerful among all wolves, the very one who should have

“I know four men who will be the perfect men to help you complete the tasks on your list.” It was that sentence that started everything. Or maybe it was my sudden need for adventure or the fact that my life was falling apart. I’m a baker. I love my bakery, but my feelings got all mixed up when my best friend died in a freak accident. In order to honour my best friend, I decided to complete her bucket list. I never expected to fall in love with four strangers. A relationship with different men will never work, right? Trigger Warning: Contains MM & The Mention of SA and Suicide (not detailed, just mentioned briefly)

A golden knight, who sacrificed his soul to save others, finds himself cursed with a darkness he does not completely understand and under the control of a dark, manipulative man. The kingdom of gold and light was built on lies. And Lux Krepts has become caught in the darkness that is their consequences. Can he be saved? Can he keep the promises he once made? Amelia Vermello was just a girl who loved in a boring village. She did not care about golden cities or battles of good and evil. All she wanted was for her golden night to come home and smile at her like he used to. But instead, her Village is burned to ash by a shadow of the man she once knew. Will she forget about her precious knight?

"It's over between us, honey." I said to Clyde, flinging the divorce papers at him. You don't want to be the bad guy, am I right? Well now, you don't have to worry about who the bad guy is." He watched the papers flutter to the floor, dumfounded. They assumed she was still in a coma and so wouldn't see them. Even if she wasn't, this wouldn't be the first time her dear husband would kiss another woman in her presence. She saw nothing. But the slurps and moans woke her from the state of coma. The raptures and gasps had kept her from resting, and their shivers of pleasure caused a tear to drop from her eye. She collapsed making lunch for him. But here he was, making out with a woman

One fateful afternoon; Olivia Strongkins walked into a salon, hoping to score a last minute appointment. Only to discover that despite the signs and all the right props, it wasn’t a hair salon at all. But a front for a drug and all things crime business. As startling a moment it was, her eyes met those of Dominic Salvatore and she saw forever. And therefore began to play a game of hide and seek with the notorious underground crime lord and billionaire. Who was hell bent on keeping her at arm’s length, as a mean to protect her from being used as a pawn by his enemies against him. Until she swiftly entered his heart and world, like she had always belonged there. Leaving him no choice but to cl

I was getting a spa treatment at a beauty salon when Phoebe called. "I just saw Derrick buying jewelry for a woman at the mall." "Got it." "Aren't you going to catch him in the act?" "No need." I gave birth three months ago. After the spa, I needed to hit the gym, and by five, I had to pick up William. I had no time for this nonsense.

On a public holiday, I took Henry's mom, Johanna, to a new salon at Vanderbilt Court for a makeover. Halfway through, she suddenly cried out. I rushed over—burnt smell hit me hard. I yanked the machine off her head. Too late. Her hair was fried. Blisters spread across her scalp. I called the salon manager. She barely looked at us, lips curling. "What a hassle. If you can't afford luxury, don't pretend. I won't charge you. Now get out." I pointed at her. "You burned my mother-in-law. You're paying for her treatment and taking her to the hospital. Or I report this." Her brows shot up. Hands on her hips. "Oh, so now you're faking injuries for money? You even broke our premium equipment. Yo

The air in the Parisian haute couture salon smelled like money and fear. I’d waited six months for my wedding dress. Now, it was draped over the shoulders of Sofia Ross—the trending influencer, and my mafia fiancé Vincent Cassio’s god-sister. The salon manager was sweating bullets, his eyes darting between me and the man lounging on the velvet sofa. Vincent Cassio stood up. He adjusted a fold of the diamond-encrusted train on Sofia with a casual flick of his wrist. “Her premiere next week needs a statement piece. She’s borrowing it. Pick something off the rack and stop making a scene.” His tone was flat, final. Under the crystal chandeliers, Sofia admired herself in the full-length mirror, a

On our tenth wedding anniversary, I made a special trip to the salon to have my hair done. While settling the bill, I noticed an extra charge on my account. It was a coloring and perm package. Judging by the price, it was a package meant for waist-length hair. Mine had been cropped short for seven or eight years. I called my husband, Jason Moore. "Have you used my salon membership card recently?" There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before he laughed lightly, "Oh, I lent it to Quincy a few days ago." Quincy Hahn was his business partner, a fine arts student with long hair. She treasured her natural curls more than anything. She would never be willing to dye or per