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Deinna Amalia is a walking daydream. Maganda, mabait, masunurin at higit sa lahat, masayahin. She grew up in a very loving home. Her Mama and Papa were loving parents. She spend her childhood and teenage years having her parents, and when her dad left her, it became to uneasy for her and for her family to recover. She's a very sentimental person. She also values marriage and love. She has her own principles. When a man suddenly came into her quiet life, her life changed. Craile Arvin , a known- businessman asks her for marriage. . . A business marriage. A marriage for the sake of his shares on their companies. No love involved; no affection at all. Sa pagdating niya sa buhay ni Amalia ay natutunan ng dalaga na maaari rin pala siyang umibig kahit na sa umpisa'y wala siyang nararamdaman para sa lalaki. She also learned the feeling of being hurt by someone you love. She learned that love is not always about the dreams; that love is also about nightmares. She's a walking daydream, but what if she's also a walking nightmare? Well, wether she's a dream or a nightmare, she'll be love by her man. “I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream.“

My daughter was being slandered at the werewolf aristocratic high school. The other party threatens my daughter, saying that her father, one of the most powerful Alphas in the territory, will soon have my daughter kicked out of school. But the father they called for backup turned out to be my mate, Derek. When I saw Emma, her hair was a mess, her clothes disheveled and torn, with tear stains still fresh on her face. My heart ached. Rage surged through me. Across from us stood a glamorous she-wolf, her chin lifted high with arrogance. "So what if my daughter slandered yours? Look at what you're wearing. You're nothing but poor Omega wolves." The girl who had spread rumors about my daughter was equally brazen. "My father is a major shareholder of this academy. If you dare defy me, I can have trash like you expelled in minutes!" But the father who arrived in a luxury SUV to back them up, dressed in an expensive tailored suit—wasn't that my mate Derek? When Derek saw Emma and me, he frowned, clearly surprised. I let out a cold laugh. "Derek, so you have another family and another daughter now?"

Okay, this story’s called My Model, and it starts pretty chill. Soo Ah’s just this regular art student, kind of awkward but sweet, and he needs someone to model for his class project. So, out of nowhere, he asks Devin—the quiet, serious guy with black hair, always dressed sharp, who gives off a mafia-ish vibe but still somehow shows up to school every day like it's normal. Soo Ah didn’t expect him to say yes. But Devin just looks at him and goes, “Be your model? Sigh... What a kid. I like you, though.” And boom. Now they’re meeting every other day, Soo Ah sketching with his ears red, and Devin pretending he’s not secretly enjoying the attention. It’s awkward, cute, and honestly? A little flirty. They don’t even realize how close they’re getting until one day, Devin asks, “You seriously want me to keep doing this?” And Soo Ah—nervous, but brave—just says, “Yeah. I like you.” So yeah, it’s a slow-burn, school-life BL. Funny, soft, and a little messy. But it’s about two boys figuring things out through art, teasing, and a whole lot of quiet moments that start to feel like something more.

Harry DuBois is the name everyone knows. At 6'4", sharply dressed, with silver at his temples and a velvet voice, he commands attention the moment he enters a room. Owner of DuBois Fine Arts & Jazz Lounge, the town’s cultural heartbeat, he offers a haven for music, poetry, and taste. Women adore him, men envy him, and all assume he’s living the dream. But Harry is haunted. Beneath success lies a past that won’t let him go, a tragedy he never speaks of. For Harry, love isn’t just risky, it’s dangerous. He’s a single father to Naomi, his teenage daughter, the only light he’s allowed to stay. Yet even with her, there are walls. When new art curator Elena Rivera arrives from New York to partner with his lounge on a revival series, a celebration of Black art, music, and history. Harry is drawn to someone he hasn’t been with in decades. But Elena has secrets, and she’s starting to notice cracks in Harry’s perfect image. As past and present collide, Harry is forced to confront the pain he has buried for over 25 years. A love lost, a betrayal unforgiving, and a night that changed everything. The question is: can Harry finally allow himself to feel again, or will the past claim him once and for all?

people says everyone's destiny is written by god even before we are born but no one knows whether it's true or not and if it's true then what I did that god wrote so much pain and suffering in my destiny....... standing in the cemetery near a grave dressed in all black Kyle cried out like a wounded wolf in the heavy rain that was pouring down from the last three days. It seems like the sky is also crying about the demise of Bella. A tall guy in black came quietly behind Kyle and put his hand on her shoulder and said in a deep Husky voice, "Are you really gonna marry him?? Do you know what are you doing Kai?? You are putting your life in danger for revenge and hatred." Kyle stayed silent for a while and then said with a faded tone to the guy, "I am leaving that little guy in your hands, and now you must keep him safe, and don't worry I will kill all of them before I hit the death bed." It's a glimpse of the story hope you liked it and gonna stay tuned till the last. Please try to ignore my grammatical mistakes if you find any and please show your love and what you think about the story through your comments 😊

Ember Vale, a runaway living under a stolen identity, crashes a mafia auction in search of answers about her missing father. But the moment she’s recognized by Lucien Vairo, heir to the deadly Vairo Syndicate, everything spirals. Instead of killing her, Lucien cages her suspecting she’s linked to the murder of his older brother, Rafael. Trapped in a world of enemies dressed as family, Ember navigates layers of deception, discovering that Rafael might have faked his death and that both her father and Lucien's powerful family are tied to it. But it’s Lucien she fears most. He’s cold, calculating, and yet... dangerously magnetic. As Lucien and Ember are dragged into a deeper conspiracy, their relationship evolves from hatred to obsession to a raw, passionate connection that neither of them trusts. Allies fall. Families betray. And old ghosts return with blood in their teeth. War breaks out between syndicates. Ember’s past comes to light. Rafael returns with his own deadly plans and Lucien’s father, long thought dead, emerges to reclaim his empire. In a final storm of betrayal, the couple must decide whether to fight for each other or let the past consume them both. In the end, love won’t be enough. Only survival. And someone always has to pull the trigger.

On the night of the Benedetto family's Harvest Festival, my Mafia husband, Salvatore, told me to bring our son, Giuseppe, to the family gathering. He said his madre had finally accepted us into the Benedetto bloodline. I was trembling with excitement in our little cottage as I dressed Giuseppe in his finest little suit. He had carved a single wooden rose by hand, a project he'd saved for over five years. He said he would present it to his grandmother at the celebration, a plea for her to accept our place in the family. But the moment we stepped into the stone manor, I saw Carmela. Salvatore had her pinned against an oak barrel in a deep, searing kiss. In the moonlight, her hand was undoing his tie. In front of everyone, Salvatore smiled and gently pushed her away. He walked toward the family members gathered in a semicircle and raised a crystal glass. "Tonight, in addition to celebrating the harvest, I have an important announcement." "I would like to introduce you all to the woman I have married in the eyes of God and the Church." "Miss Carmela Torrino." Before I could even process his words, Giuseppe tore his hand from mine and rushed forward. "Papa, what are you saying?" "Isn't my mother your wife?"

The night my husband, William Costello, was assassinated by his enemies was supposed to be a celebration—our wedding anniversary. I was dressed in his favorite red dress, waiting for him, when the phone rang. "Mr. Costello was shot at the harbor. The bullet went through the back of his head. He died on the spot." I collapsed to the floor. I clung to his belongings, mourning for a week straight. We even lost our unborn child during this time. Everyone said William and I were true love. Even the Don himself came to the funeral, resting a heavy hand on my shoulder with a sigh. He said, "All of Blackhaven knows you were the only woman he ever loved." Grief nearly destroyed me. I stood at the river's edge, ready to follow William into the afterlife. However, I overheard my sister-in-law, Emily Hawkins, leaning into my brother-in-law, Jones Costello, her voice dripping with a twisted affection. She purred, "William, I love you so much. Between Nina and me, who do you think is sexier?" "Of course it's you, babe!" came the husky reply. I stood frozen, my eyes wide and my body trembling. Why was Emily calling my brother-in-law by my husband's name?

Giselle He was sin dressed in Armani. The kind of man mothers warn you about and daughters dream about anyway. The moment his eyes hooked mine, I knew I was damned. Sexy, lethal, a wolf in a tailored suit—Nicholas was temptation wrapped in cruelty. Every instinct screamed run, but desire chained my feet to the fire. Our chemistry didn’t just spark—it detonated, burning through reason until I was his. But love with the devil always comes with a price. And when Nicholas shattered me, he didn’t just break my heart—he fed it to his enemies. Turns out I was never his queen. Just another pawn bleeding on his chessboard. Nicholas She was the one thing this cursed world couldn’t give me—an angel. The moment she looked at me, I claimed her. Fragile, pure, the soft to my savage. She was light, and I was hell, and somehow we collided. But angels can lie too. With her betrayal, she cracked my armor wide open. I raged, I burned, and then—she was stolen from me. Now my veins pump vengeance. My enemies will choke on their own screams for daring to touch what’s mine. Let heaven tremble and hell prepare—because I will scorch this world until my angel is back in my arms.

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