Helm Trail Half Face

My new dormmate thinks my boyfriend is a player and advises me to break up with him. After I politely reject her, she gets mad and complains about me online, saying I'm love-addled brain. Her video goes viral, and the online community calls me an ingrate who doesn't know what's good for me. When I see the smug smile on my dormmate's face, I slap her without even batting an eye. "Stop acting like you're a champion for feminism when all you can think of is making yourself seem better than other women!"

A month before the SATs, I, Jenny Reid, could see my score. Literally. It was just floating right above my head. But there was a catch. Every time I cracked open a prep book, my score would drop by ten points. But if I skipped a day of school? It jumped right back up by ten. So, I played the system. For a whole month, I barely lifted a finger. And on the day of the test, the number glowing over my head was a solid 1560. When the scores finally dropped online… I'd scored a 500. And the 1560? That was my little sister Patricia's score. My parents lost it. As punishment, they got me a grueling night-shift job at a local electronics factory. That first night, a bunch of guys I'd never seen before cornered me in the parking lot and beat me half to death. Fading in and out of consciousness, I heard my sister's voice right by my ear. "You just had to one-up me, didn't you? Thought you were so smart… but you never figured out I was the one controlling that number over your head." The truth hit me like a physical blow. The score had been her trick all along. I opened my eyes—and I was back. One month before the SATs. The number above my head read exactly 1300. "Hey," my sister said, all fake sweetness. "Want to study together tonight? We can go over the practice tests." I looked at the stack of papers in my own hands. Without a word, I pulled out my lighter and set them on fire right there in the driveway. "Exams are coming," I said, watching the flames. "I'm not studying." My score ticked up to 1310. My sister's face was this perfect mask of disappointment, but the second I turned away, I caught the sly smile she couldn't quite hide. She had no idea… the real performance, the one I'd been rehearsing just for her, was finally about to begin.

My best friend's brother and I have been dating for half a year, and she has no clue. My best friend drags me out on Christmas for a singles' night out. Unexpectedly, we see her brother, Chris Lambert, holding hands and kissing a girl under the fireworks. "Damn, Chris finally got the school belle!" She looks thrilled and pulls me forward to say hi. Chris awkwardly rubs his nose and introduces me to his girlfriend, "This is my sister, and the one beside her is… sort of like my sister too." I smile silently. We have held hands and kissed, yet now, I am just sort of like his sister.

As she tries to flee the pack life, Madelaine finds herself in quite a big "twist". She has accepted an arranged marriage contract, thinking all her problems will wash away. Thinking that her life as a wolfless omega is over and she can start anew with the mysterious Mr. Koen- a man who is supposedly powerful enough to enslave half the world. Little does she know that she falls right back in the world she tries to escape from, marrying into the most powerful pack there is, being the mate of the most powerful Alpha. Will she try to run away or give in and fall in love?

"There is no alpha that weak as you." I couldn’t help but be offended by what he said. "Also, woman you shouldn't be fighting. Do you know where you fit in? At home, cleaning dirt inside your house." My fist turned to his face causing him to scream out loud. Don't you ever underestimate women like us. Because we can also fight. Because I’m disgusted with him, I pushed him causing him to fall on the cement. "You thought I’m weak? But I pushed you and knocked you down. You said you were an alpha. But why are you so weak?" I brought my face close to him causing him to swallow hard. "Try to insult me again. I can do even worse for you." I kissed the edge of his lip and slowly stood up. Two Alphas who have great power in a pack will meet in a bad way. Ayame Daciana is a half werewolf and a half hunter. She is an alpha in her own pack. No one knew she was half hunter besides his father. They hide it from other members of the pack because when they find out it will be the death of her. She wanted to avenge her mother in those hunters who killed her, she moved without any proper plan and there he met Conri Dolphus. An alpha who likes her and she didn't expect him to be his mate. Is there a chance they can fully be in love…. or not?

One meeting and he called her unfaithful. One accident and half her face scarred. Now she’s back better than ever and with scores to settle. He suddenly wants her back. Ariana had it all; the perfect husband, job and life. She loses it all after being accused of cheating with her husband’s rival, Gabriel. A following accident scars her face and leaves her in a coma. When she wakes up, Zayde wants a divorce. Picking up the pieces, Ariana goes off the grid, fixes her face and returns for revenge. Realizing his mistake, Zayde wants her back and will stop at nothing. But revenge is a dish best served cold and Ariana refuses to let past love stop her.

The werewolves and the witches did not see face to face, never wanting to interact with each other, despite both being a creature of magic and Goddesses. For two generations, two Alphas were paired with witches for a mate and the second better half, that was the Goddess's way of putting friendship between her children, but the wolves being an animal of instinct, the first generation did not fare well, and spoiled things further. It was then left to the second generation to set things straight, or perhaps the third. Alpha's Wilson and Quinton, are both paired with witches, one hot-headed, the other level-headed, but, what did their attitude get them? Nowhere!. That's where.

My younger brother had opened a high-end beauty salon, so I took my mother there for a facial. We picked the most expensive package, but the moment the mask was applied, Mom's face began to burn. When we peeled it off, her entire face was covered in rashes. I called for the director, but she looked impatient. "Oh, that's just a normal detox reaction." I was stunned. "Her face is practically ruined! What products are you even using?" "Ruined?" She flared up like someone had stepped on her tail. "Your mom's skin is just too bad to handle premium nutrients! Once our products are opened, they're non-refundable—got it?" I pointed to the brochure. "It says right here—'gentle and non-irritating, full refund if any adverse reaction occurs.' Is this how Stellan Fallow taught you to run a business?" She crossed her arms and lifted her chin high. "I am the boss! You and your mother look broke as hell—clearly here to mooch a free treatment. Now that it didn't work, you're trying to scam us for money? "Let me tell you something—this set costs 38 thousand, and with my emotional damages and lost wages, that's a total of 100 thousand. If you don't pay up today, I'll have the police take you both in!" A hundred thousand for a product that ruined someone's face? It was no wonder Stellan suddenly wanted to open a salon—it turned out he and his girlfriend were running a scam together! I was about to call Stellan, but before I could, she hit the video dial first. "Bubby, get over here—two broke idiots tried to freeload a treatment and now they're trying to shake us down for money!"

Penelope was the woman everyone admired-beautiful, intelligent, and full of love. She was destined to marry Zion Alias Montelgo, one half of the powerful Montelgo twins. But on their wedding day, a tragic accident changed everything. Zivon Alexis Montelgo, Zion's twin, had always loved Penelope from afar. When the accident tore Zion and Penelope apart, Zivon seized the opportunity to make her his own. But as they begin their life together, cracks start to show, and Penelope isn't quite the woman Zivon remembers. Something about her is off-her smile, her touch, her very soul. Penelope isn't the same woman he fell for. Is the love he fought for real, or is there a deeper secret hidden behind her smile? Can they handle the truth when it comes to light?

Because I had a face that screamed 'pick-me girl', I became the target of my mother's deepest hatred. She claimed that just seeing me made her sick, bringing back memories of my father's affair. In retaliation, she channeled all her affection into helping a child from a poor village, praising her for being kind and genuine while insisting she loved her hundreds of times more than she ever loved me. But then that same girl went behind my back and seduced my boyfriend, and my mother reacted by hitting me across the face repeatedly. "How did I end up with such a shameless daughter? You're the third wheel, and you're accusing her of being the other woman!" Yet when I fell gravely ill with cancer, she was beside herself with grief, begging for forgiveness while praying earnestly. "How could I not love you, my dear? I've made such terrible mistakes…"