Face Maker We Can Be Heroes Novels & Stories

When a eighteen-year-old virgin decided to leave Louisiana, her home town for Texas, an alien town she was oblivious that the journey of her independence would become one of longing for a man's love and attention. With her love built on a misconception, she was unaware that Charles Jackson; the multi-billionaire, was an egocentric, cold-hearted, proud and unforgiving man who locked his heart to love, the aftermath of the brute conditions under which he grew up. But yet, Maureen Thompson was bent on earning her bosses attention at all cost. Though not pushy or... flirty, she developed partial-obsessive tendencies; one that kept her dwindling in the thoughts of having sex with him—even as a virgin! Forgoing his harsh countenance, overly exaggerated reactions, she envisions Charles in the portrait of cold-nineteenth century men that spew flavors of love to their lovers—indoor. But Charles Jackson, built in grace and glamor, could win a medal in egocentrism, rudeness malevolence, prudishness and of course, beauty! And yet, she judged his reactions to the plane crash wrongly, unaware that December had scared his heart. It appeared that the plane crash became memorable either through breaking hearts or eventually mending them. Be it the crash itself or the incidents after the crash, it changed people's lives and Maureen was not left out. In readiness to be true to her love, Maureen ignored warnings and hit the wrong target. Lurking in the shadows of her emotions and fated to be bewitched by perfect blue eyes that defies morality, she might discover that Charles Jackson, heir to Jackson Companies PLC and CEO of Westland Airlines was truly born of STONE and FROST. And worse, everything that she believed might just be a lie!

Laura Robert had always have a crush on Lucien Wilson but back then he was together with Megan Davis. Years later when her father’s company went bankrupt, her father went to meet Lucien’s grandfather for help and he was given the condition that Lucien and Laura get married. The marriage started out a bit smooth, she gave birth to a don but he had a heart condition. Laura hoped that Lucien would eventually fall in love with her as she made sure to help me with whatever he needs, but instead all she got from him was humiliation and being treated badly. He would spend nights with Megan and her daughter instead of Laura and his biological son. On the night Lucien was supposed to announce Laura as his partner, his mother announced Megan Davis instead. This made Laura discovered that Lucien wasn’t ever going to love her back.

Three months before my wedding, my fiancé, Henry Siebert, decided it was the perfect time to drop a maternity photo shoot on social media—with my foster sister, Betty Foster. The caption? Oh, just this gem: [Legally welcoming our little one into the world.] Betty added a shy emoji. And my mom? She liked the post and wrote: [Once the baby is born, I'll help take care of it so you two can enjoy your time together as a couple.] I couldn't help myself. I replied with a single question mark. And then Henry's DMs came in hot: [She's just borrowing me for a year to get married. Once the baby's born, I'll come back to you.]

“I never saw his face—but I’ve spent five years falling asleep to the sound of his voice telling me to hold on. ”Ruthless, unreachable, and feared by his employees, billionaire heir Killian Ashford returns home to take absolute control of his family’s corporate empire. But behind his cold exterior is a devastating secret: he is bound by a generations-old bloodline curse that plagues him with constant visions of tragedy, leaving him sleepless until he finds his fated soulmate. Wren Calloway is broke, blacklisted from the finance industry, and struggling to protect his sister. He has been burdened since birth with a volatile supernatural ability to see danger seconds before it strikes, a terrifying gift that turned into a curse when he foresaw his biological parents’ deaths as a child but failed to stop them. Desperate for rent money, Wren takes a high paying executive assistant job at the Ashford tower. Neither man realizes they share a bloody past. As they clash over office boundaries and an unexpected attraction builds, the secrets keeping them apart turn lethal. A jealous cosmetics heiress plots to ruin Wren, a resentful stepbrother moves to steal the family inheritance, and an encrypted private investigator file threatens to expose the corporate cover-up behind the exact accident that took Wren’s parents. To survive the fallout, Killian must choose between the toxic family empire that raised him and the stubborn boy who saved his life.

Aria likes the idea of being loved. An omega isn't meant to experience love but she found love even though it wasn't her mate. Her life wasnt perfect but she was fairly happy. It all went down the drain when she rejects two Alphas. Alpha Ethan and Alexander, the twin Alphas of the most powerful pack in the west had spent years searching for their mates. They are not taking no for an answer. Now Aria has to choose between the love of her life and two alphas who are obsessed with her!

My mate, the supreme Alpha of the wolf pack, vows to be faithful to me for life. Yet on our anniversary night, I catch the scent of another woman on him. Later at a gathering, he holds my hand and gazes at me with tender affection. He promises that I'm the only one he'll ever cherish in this life. But moments later, I catch him outside the private room with his lover, who is wrapping herself around him. He's bragging to his friends about their thrilling hookup. It's only after the family elders whip him within an inch of his life with silver-laced whips that he finally begins to understand. When he cries out my name in his fevered delirium, something shifts. He's finally learning what it means to truly lose someone. His grandfather calls me, begging. "He's dying. Please, come see him one last time." I keep my voice calm. "That was his choice." He doesn't understand that some betrayals can never be forgiven. Not from the moment they happen.

I was born destined to be fertile. The kind of woman who brings heirs into the world as if it were destiny. My womb had never failed me. The Schuyler family had practically begged me to marry into their family. The reason was simple. For three generations, the Schuyler family had only produced a single heir each time. Their bloodline was hanging by a thread. The patriarch of the family, Albert Schuyler, went everywhere looking for solutions. Doctors, fortune tellers, shamans, anyone who could give him hope. In the end, every prediction pointed to me. After I married Jack Schuyler, my first pregnancy was twins. The entire Schuyler family exploded with joy. Albert donated to every church and fortune teller alike, kneeling in gratitude. Before the babies were even weaned, the Schuyler family business began to thrive. Everyone said that it was the blessing of having noble heirs. Wedding gifts, properties, and company shares. The Schuyler family spared nothing. They treated me like a queen, terrified that I might suffer even the slightest. Until the day I gave birth to my third child. Jack Schuyler's true love, Bianca Chance, barged into the delivery room, screaming at me, "You shameless tramp! You're nothing but a breeding sow! One baby after the other! Are you trying to trap Jack with your womb? You disgusting woman! Jack had said that everything you give birth to will just be burdens sooner or later!" I pressed a hand on my wound and looked at her. Burden? Fine. I would take these so-called burdens with me. As for the Schuyler family's precious bloodline, they had to figure out how to continue it on their own.

I have an ability in which I can see the countdown to someone's emotional departure. The day Dad's countdown hits zero, he leaves behind divorce papers and abandons Mom and me. The day my best friend's countdown hits zero, she finally dumps her jerk of a boyfriend. I'm always terrified of seeing a countdown appear above Levi Hammond's head. But thankfully, seven years into our marriage, his head is still clear. I am thankful every day that I married a good man. However, when he picks me up from work last month, I look up and see bright red text burning into my vision. [702 days, 14 hours, 22 minutes.] That's less than two years from now. My heart clenches, and I frantically search for answers in my head. Have I done something wrong? Has he changed his mind? Things don't fall into place until our anniversary, when we run into his intern, Belinda Manning, outside his office building during a torrential downpour. She's soaked to the skin, but she still has a bright smile on her face. Levi hands her a pack of tissues to dry off, his face unreadable. However, in that instant, the countdown suddenly jumps. [327 days, 4 hours, 47 minutes.] The number of days has dropped by more than 300. The sound of rain is deafening in my ears. But I know now that I have found the reason for it.

In my previous life, Timothy Shepherd and I are married for eight years. We treat each other with courtesy and respect but never with real intimacy. To help him pursue his dream of becoming a painter, I give up my own dream. But as our financial situation grows worse, he keeps complaining. Some time later, he can't hold back anymore and finally admits what's really on his mind. He says with resentment, "If I'd listened to Yvonne back then and gone abroad with her, I wouldn't have to live such a miserable life." Fate gives us a second chance. We are both reborn to the time before we start dating. This time, I decide to let him go. Without saying a word, we delete each other's numbers and keep our distance. We choose different paths in life. Timothy goes overseas to reunite with Yvonne Jacobson, the woman he's never been able to forget. On the other hand, I stay behind and devote myself to working diligently in the laboratory. Who would have thought that eight years later, he would look down on me and mock me for living such a humble life when we meet again? But the moment a little girl calls me "Mommy" in a sweet voice, he flies into a rage and demands, "How could you have a child with another man?"

My father, Cameron Howard, and I are transported to an ancient world together. The system tells us that if we can each win over a target, we'll be able to return home. My mission is to win the heart of a ruthless princess, and Dad's mission is to conquer a hot-tempered queen. The princess breaks two of my ribs and ties me behind a horse that drags me for miles. The queen decides Dad isn't kneeling straight enough. So, she crushes his knees with iron tongs and forces burning charcoal into his mouth until he loses his voice. For three years, we live miserably. Just as the system announces "Mission failed", the princess standing before me suddenly smiles. She tears off the mask covering her face. The person underneath the mask is my wife, Abigail Finch. She walks over to the throne and pats the fierce queen on the shoulder. "Mom, haven't you had enough? Cameron and Oscar are almost dead from everything you've put them through." The queen removes her disguise and looks up. It's my mother, Elisha Sweeney. She claps her hands toward the officials filling the throne room. "Alright, everyone. You can get up now. That's a wrap." Dad and I exchange stunned looks. Mom gently squeezes my crippled hand and sighs. "Does it hurt, Oscar? You and your dad made Kenneth Ingram's life miserable every day. You even drove his son, Joel Ingram, into bankruptcy. You've suffered enough now. Consider the score settled." The officials throughout the court remove their wigs, revealing walkie-talkies and sweat-soaked T-shirts beneath their costumes. But none of them know that the transmigration is fake, but the system is real. In the final moments of our lives, Dad and I make a pact with the system. We offer up both of our souls as the sacrifice in exchange for a lifetime of wealth, peace, and happiness for them.