Novel & Cerita Forced Makeover Story

He was playing with every cells in her body as they bowed to his command. They ended up sleeping with each other which they both enjoyed every moment of it and she went back home the next day. Her mother came back and they found dents on the door in which the intruders left behind as they tried to break into the house before they had to flee when the patrol car came around. A MONTH LATER

Every nuance, every small movement of Monroe's tall frame showed lethal strength. "Stephens will take your bag," Monroe said with a smile. "I would like you to tell me about your car." He waved in the direction of my baby. I also noticed his diction when he spoke was that of someone who learned English as a second language. It was so weird because each word was precise without accent. I turned to my car. The Mustang was a high school graduation gift from my parents, though I spent my own money on restoration. As I explained the painstaking work involved-from finding the parts to painting it in model- and year-specific colors-I began to relax a little.

While jolts of current ran down her spine as his words affected her greatly. "Remove your clothes now!" He shouted in her face. While her face went white with his command. "I'm sorry, please forgive me. Don't punish me" she pleaded while she joined her both hands together in helplessness. His personality was screaming dominance, and now he only wanted her to obey him. His pleadings didn't even moved him a bit. He was so enraged due to his loss, that her every tear, every word was in vain. He never compromised on his business. That was the sole reason, he was living in a castle and built up his own empire.

“No, no. I’m afraid not, though that would have been much easier than making myself over. Let’s just say over the years of working for THEM, I watched the Makeover Specialists—or F.U.C.K.’s, as you call them—very closely. My incomplete stint in medical school gave me the ability to more or less deduce their techniques and formulas, and after some experimentation during my time off, I was able to figure out how to do the process to myself. though I certainly never told anyone at THEM about that. I needed a face that would endear you to me and make you trust me—I didn’t anticipate how much Brennan’s likeness would work; that was a pleasant surprise, so thank you for that. I admit it wasn’t a p

"You did let me down. But it doesn't matter anymore. I don't need your apology." Suddenly, Stephanie rushed forward, her eyes shot through with blood vessels. "What the hell are you acting so smug for? Do you think you're suddenly royalty just because you found a rich foster father? You're still the same ugly, stupid peasant you've always been! You're just garbage that your own parents didn't want and threw out with the trash!" She then whipped her hand back, aiming a vicious slap at my face. I didn't even flinch. I just looked her dead in the eye and said quietly, "Move another inch, and I will have security throw you out."

I paused, then asked, “What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever fixed?” He leaned in, his voice dropping slightly, like he was about to share a classified secret. “There was this vintage Ford truck. The owner was a nice old lady, and she swore she’d had it since college. The engine block was cracked, I mean, properly shot. Everyone told her to scrap it. But Leo and I—we found a specialized welder, and we worked around the clock for a week. We saved it. It’s still running.” “That’s impressive,” I said, looking down at my untouched salad.

My heart both ached and burned with resentment. Once upon a time, she'd been my whole world—the happiness I'd chased for five years before finally winning her over. But now, everything felt like a dream that was completely shattered. She sobbed, looking ever so fragile and pitiful. "Babe, don't be mad. This really was just to repay my mentor's kindness. Once I deliver these babies, I'll give you as many children as you want, okay?" I wanted to say no. I wanted to storm out and leave everything behind. But in the end, all those impulses collapsed into a single, inward sigh.

Jake claimed he was a self made man, which meant that he had built his empire up without the aid of his father’s riches. I looked at him. He was engaged in a conversation with the couple next to them, his speech pattern eloquent, his manner perfect. His profile was aristocratic, and he wore tuxedos as though the whole concept of formal wear had been built around his physique. He didn’t look like a man who had ever struggled for anything in his life.

"That's... great. Thanks." She lifted her head toward me. Big eyes like emeralds. "My guess is that the body work will run at least three grand. Just make out a check to me now and I'll trust you for the rest later when I get the official estimate. Your ex doesn't need to know." She fell back to the headrest. "I don't-- three thousand dollars? It was just a scratch!" "New fender air freighted from Italy, paint match, skilled labor. It adds up." I removed my hand from her leg briefly to wave at my luxury interior. Then put it back on her higher up.

It was my 22nd birthday party and my engagement party with Conrad. Maybe God wanted to give me a second chance; in the blink of an eye, I was reborn. Not only was I alive, but I was back at the age of 22. This year, Harmon International was thriving, and my father had made it into the top ten on the Forbes list. This year, Conrad and I were still not engaged. "Of course, she's having a headache," someone behind me chimed in with a tone of malicious glee. "Yesterday, Conrad admitted in front of the media that the little secretary is his girlfriend."