Dress

Gigi Geffrey’s life was about to change and she had no idea about it. Everything was perfectly planned by her, she had the best grades she could ever dream of, an amazing group of friends, and the perfect body. She thought she has everything worked out until she returns to her hometown after three years only to find out she still has a lot of things to figure out.With a terrible past behind her and a big mistake she made before leaving, Gigi only wants to make things up with the only person she truly cared about but she receives a cold slap in the face when she finds out this person was not willing to forgive her easily.Will she be able to make things up with the person she loved the most on Earth? Would she be able to finally explain why she left Illinois in the first place?Content tags: +16, explicit language, LGBTQ+Dress is created by Candela Schneer, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

元子役の高校生、一架は視姦が趣味。かつてのファンを集めて乱交パーティーを楽しむ日々を送っていたが、あるとき役者時代の知り合いが担任教師として現れ…。 教師×生徒。 ※総受け、複数ＣＰあり。

There was a girl that was ready to face her death without having any regrets by shutting everyone down. She had not experienced falling in love with a person and taking risks. However, when she decided to go to college, she met a guy. And without any notice, her life was slowly changing. Is she finally willing to take the risk even if she knew their end game?

In the fifth year of my spiritual practice, my phone suddenly exploded with messages. [Aria, why aren't you replying? Are you really that petty?] Puzzled, I opened Messenger, and froze. My cousin, who never seemed to measure up to me and always went out of her way to oppose me, was getting married, and she expected me to attend. "Sorry, I've been busy lately. I won't be able to make it," I replied politely. However, my courteous response only fueled their ridicule. "Stop pretending! You haven't kept in touch with your family for years. Are you too embarrassed because your life is such a mess?" "She won't even come to her own cousin's wedding? How heartless!" "Let me guess, the real reason she can't come is she can't afford a wedding gift." One cutting remark after another appeared, until Betty Stewart stepped in, feigning concern. "Come on, don't be so harsh on Aria. We're family, after all." "If she's really struggling, I could ask my husband to help her get a cleaning job." Then she sent me the digital invitation, the gold lettering gleaming. When I saw the groom's name, my pupils constricted in shock. Joseph Clark? Wasn't he the short-lived husband who had spent three years sucking up to me just to extend his life?

Menceritakan Jeffrey, pria bermata gelap dengan dimple di kedua pipinya dan memiliki tubuh kekar bak atlet. Ia memiliki darah campuran Amerika - Korea membuat gradasi apik dalam wajahnya. Pria itu menjadi tokoh utama untuk membantu seluruh masalah yang menimpa Yuna —istrinya— dan dirinya. Banyak kisah terjadi diantara mereka sebelum pada akhirnya kebenaran terungkap.Cinta, fetish, misteri, teka - teki, dan banyak lagi yang akan mereka temukan sembari mencari sebuah titik terang. Harapan mereka semakin nyata kala nenek Yuna mulai angkat bicara. Semakin lama semakin jelas, akankah mereka berhasil memecahkan misteri ini?

Labing isang taong gulang si Andrea nang maghiwalay ang kanyang mga magulang. Sa paghihiwalay ng mga ito, naghiwalay din ang landas nila ng kanyang kakambal na si Althea. Napunta siya sa kanyang ina kung saan nakaranas sila ng labis na paghihirap na kanilang pinagdaanan. Pero mukhang habulin si Andrea ng malas, natanggal siya sa kanyang pinagtatrabahuhan na kompanya kung saan nagde-design siya ng mga damit. At sa pagkakataong iyon, doon naman nagbukas ang oportunidad sa kanya nang makilala niya ang lalaking si Matthew nang minsang magpunta siya sa bar at yakapin siya nito. Dahil may sarili itong designing company, nagtrabaho siya rito. Hanggang sa nakilala niya ito at tuluyang nahulog ang loob nila sa isa't isa. Inalok siya ng kasal ni Matthew at pumayag siya dahil mahal na nga niya ito. Nagsimula ang masayang relasyon nila na akala niya'y magtatagal. Hanggang sa isang araw, bumalik ang kakambal niyang si Althea. Ano'ng dalang pasabog ni Althea sa kaniya? Babalik pa ba sa dati ang kanilang relasyon bilang kambal o ito ang sisira sa masaya niyang buhay kasama si Matthew?

On the flight to Arlencia, a post popped up: [What's it like to have sex in a wedding dress?] The pic showed a girl yanking some guy's purple tie while he hiked up her gown. His face was blurred, but hers? Straight-up blissed out. Everyone in the comments was swooning over how in love they looked. I didn't swoon. I froze. Because that purple tie? I gave it to Zeke Santoro, my fiancé, a few days ago. And that wedding dress? The exact custom one he had made for me. There was only one. I kept zooming in, heart racing, until I spotted a family photo in the background. My hands were shaking when I called him. "I wanna see the dress," I said. He hesitated. "It's at the studio getting final touches. Not with me right now. I'll show it to you later." I just smiled and hung up. That was all I needed. Zeke cheated—and the girl? His stepsister, Jella. Total circus. I reopened the post and shot her a DM: [Your wedding dress is stunning. I have the same one.]

On my wedding day, Ethan Westbrook's ex-girlfriend sent word that she was terminally ill. Her dying wish was to wear a wedding dress once in her life. Ethan locked me in the waiting room while he prepared to hold the ceremony with her instead of me to fulfill this wish. I heard his impatient voice through the door as he said to me, "Can't you show some compassion? She's dying. What's wrong with granting her one final wish?" Later, the guy next door who had carried a torch for me for years climbed to the rooftop and begged me to marry him. Ethan stared at me with bloodshot eyes. "Are you really going to throw away our seven-year relationship just for him?" I brushed his hand away. "Should I just let him die? It's only a marriage certificate. Where's your compassion now?"

The night before the wedding, I received the dress my fiancé had sent—lavish, yet clearly the wrong size. His female secretary tearfully apologized, while my fiancé looked at me and said, "Don't forget, without me, you're nothing." I turned away, threw the dress aside, and called off the engagement.

On the day I tried on my wedding dress, a stranger burst into the VIP fitting room and slashed me with a knife. She tore my dress to shreds, her face twisted with rage. "A gold-digger like you doesn't deserve a dress this expensive!" The blade, soaked in sulfuric acid, pierced my abdomen, and I collapsed in agony. She grabbed my hair and slapped me, snarling, "Clarence promised to marry me! You're nothing but a homewrecker!" Blood stained my gown as the truth hit me. My boyfriend of seven years had been cheating on me. "Keep staring, huh? My man runs this city. I could kill you, and no one would touch me!" she taunted, smug as hell. With bloodied hands, I pulled out my phone and dialed my brother. "Chris, come get me from the bridal shop. And tell the Thompsons the engagement is off."