Hey Arnold Figures

"So you're the famous journalist who goes around snooping out for information from celebrities, huh?" "Y..yes," I managed to utter. Apart from being the man I am going to be interviewing, no one knew he's the reason I've been getting wet dreams almost every night for the past five years. "Who do we have here, brother?" I quickly turned my gaze to the direction of the person who had just spoken, only to be met by three other guys, who looked exactly like the man in front of me. Rumour has it that he lived many lives, and that is exactly what I came to find out, but seeing these three other men looking like another him, I became confused to the point my knee suddenly gave up, instantly. "Hey, hold it in, pretty boy, we won't bite." One of them said, wrapping his arm around my waist just when I was about to fall to the ground. "E.. excuse me, w..who are you?" I asked while staring at all four of them. "You mean, I, or the four of us?" Turstin asked in a deep husky voice. "I think he's confused!" The one holding me said allowed. "Well, we are the Barclay brothers, pretty boy, and my name is Thale," the one holding me said. "Since you want to interview Turstin, we can make you the most famous journalist for free, by letting you interview the four of us," the one standing beside Turstin said. "But that comes with a price, Pretty boy." I took a quick glance at the last one who seemed like he was the youngest of all four. Gael has a secret, and so does the Barclay brothers. What will happen when these secrets find their way out in the open?

La pluie s'abattait sur le toit du manoir comme pour pleurer a sa place. Elea n'avait que dix ans lorsque le monde s'etait effondre. Ses parents, deux figures admirees et respectees du monde des affaires, avaient peri dans un tragique accident de voiture. En un instant, elle perdit non seulement sa famille, mais aussi son repere, sa stabilite, son insouciance. Elle etait desormais orpheline, projetee dans un monde dadultes, de secrets et de convoitises. Mais ses parents netaient pas partis sans penser a lavenir de leur fille. Dans un testament minutieusement redige, ils avaient confie la gestion de leur empire a un homme : lassocie et meilleur ami du pere, un homme loyal et rigide, qui promit de preserver lheritage jusqua ce quElea atteigne ses 18 ans. Fidele a sa promesse, chaque mois, il veillait a verser largent necessaire a son education, lui offrant le confort, les meilleures ecoles, et une vie apparemment protegee... en apparence seulement. Car cest Clarisse, la sur ainee de sa defunte mere, qui prit Elea sous son toit. Une femme ambitieuse, amere et interessee, qui ne voyait en sa niece quun moyen de mettre la main sur une part de lheritage. Clarisse esperait naivement que l'argent des parents d'Elea lui reviendrait immediatement. Mais, en decouvrant quil faudrait attendre la majorite de la jeune fille, son cur se remplit de frustration... et de calculs. Clarisse neleva pas Elea par amour. Elle leleva par opportunisme.

He was an arrogant and cold man but he cherished her the most. She was beautiful and innocent. She felt safe only in his strong arms as he used to protect her from the cruelty and ugliness of the world. "Why are you so good to me?", she used to ask him while blinking her beautiful and innocent eyes. "Because you live here", he pointed at his heart. But life is not a fairytale for everyone. "Sky! Where are you going??", Elliot asked her while grabbing her arm. "I can't live here anymore", Sky said as she stood in the heavy rain. "But where will you go??", he panicked. "I don't have any home now, everyone has abandoned me. I'll go wherever destiny takes me", Sky said as she looked away. "But, didn't you say? I'm your home." Elliot asked with immense love and affection in his eyes. Sky bit her lips for a while but then she asked, " what about your family?" "You are my family Sky!!! You're my everything." Elliot held her tightly as he said that. Finally she smiled while crying heavily as she hugged him back, thinking about him being the only person she could trust. As she was sure, he won't abandon her no matter what. But, no one knows what future holds for them! A shadow sneered while looking at them, "I'll see how long she's gonna stay here, I'll make her life a living hell!" She took out her phone and dialled someone's number, "Is it Sean Hill?" "Yes, who's this?", the man asked arrogantly. "I know who you've been searching for your whole life! And I guess, I've found her", she said with an evil smile as she looked at the two figures embracing each other in the heavy rain.

Sequel to "Forced Marriage With CEO." The story revolves around Aaron Black, the son of Myra and Austin Black. The heartless, rude, and arrogant CEO of the Black empire was forced to marry a sweet girl. He loves only his family. "Who is he?" A man in his mid-fifties asked the bride, who was trembling at her place. "Aaron," She retorted. Aaron was surprised at how she knew him. "How could you do this, Elaina? On your wedding day, you are running away with this guy?" The man shouted angrily. "Dad, I love him." "What the fuck?" Aaron screamed. "I don't know her; who are you fucking bitch?" Aaron shouted. "I just met you fifteen minutes ago; how could you say that?" "Shut up, young man." "Call your parents," The man roared angrily. "Hey, Mom, I'm stuck in a problem. I need... ," He tried to explain but the man snatched his phone. "Hello, I'm Subhash Malhotra; your son tried to take away my daughter on the day of her wedding," Mr. Malhotra said with a sigh. When Myra came, the man explained her what happened here. "What do you want us to do?" Myra asked. "My reputation is at stake. I want your son to get married to my daughter now," Mr. Malhotra said firmly. "What the fuck," Aaron roared and shouted, "Mom, you know me. I didn't do anything. She is trapping me." "Aaron... marry her," Myra's words broke him completely. "Mom..." He shouted from the depth of his lungs. Myra closed her eyes, and silent tears escaped from her eyes. During the wedding rituals, when her hand was given to his, he whispered, squeezing it roughly, " You are going to regret messing up with the great AARON BLACK." She whined in pain and thought, "I won't."

Suara ketukan pintu yang tiada henti berbunyi membuat seorang wanita dengan daster dan rambut acak-acakan itu terpaksa membukanya, namun saat iris coklat itu menangkap sosok lelaki dengan stelan jas hitam, dan tentu saja mata itu semakin membulat kala melihat lekuk wajah yang membuat ia kembali mengingat kejadian malam itu. Mlathi kembali menutup pintu dengan cepat, sebisa mungkin agar lelaki brengsek itu tidak bisa masuk. Namun, wanita dengan kondisi yang sudah mengenaskan itu ternyata kalah cepat. Eric yang tentu memiliki tenaga yang lebih besar, hingga bisa menahan pintu itu agar tidak tertutup. "Hey, aku hanya ingin berbicara padamu mengenai malam itu," sahut Eric sembari terus berusaha menahan pintu berwarna coklat yang telah mulai lapuk. "Tidak ada yang perlu dibicarakan! Aku hanya ingin kau pergi dan jangan ganggu hidupku!" teriak Mlathi terisak. "Tidak bisa! Aku tidak bisa tenang jika aku belum melihat keadaanmu!" ucap Eric keras kepala dan tidak menyerah sebelum ia berbicara empat mata dengan wanita itu. "Kau-" Mlathi menghentikan ucapannya saat ia merasa mual pada perutnya. Tanpa berfikir panjang lagi ia segera pergi ke kamar mandi dan tidak lagi peduli dengan keberadaan Eric. Eric sedikit terkejut ketika melihat apa yang terjadi di depannya, takut jika apa yang ia pikirkan itu terjadi. Dengan perasaan tidak menentu, lelaki dengan rahang tegas itu segera melangkahkan kakinya lebar untuk melihat kondisi wanita yang mampu membuat ia beberapa hari ini tidak bisa tidur dengan tenang. "Apa kau hamil?"

For 23 years old woman, Gia Florence went through lots of breaks up and she never been in a relationship for more than six months. All because she ends up being cheated or any other reason. She always thinking of a fairytale where the princess meets her prince charming and they live happily ever after but didn't find the right guy to be her prince charming yet until one day, she encounters Lucas Santiago who also her father's business client. She had this feeling that he is different from any of her ex and wants to get to know him. She tries various ways to get his attention but it's hard than her thought. So, she gains all her courage and tries again and again. ***** I waited for a few rings before he picks it up. "Hey Lucas, it's me, Gia," I said. "Yes, I know it's you, Miss Florence. What do you want?" He asks. "You save my number?" I ask to ignore his question. "Even if I didn't save your number, I'd probably already memorize your number because this is not the first time you call me. So, what do you want from me, Miss Florence? I am busy right now," "Come on, it's weekend. Stop working on the weekend, will you? Take a rest and enjoy the weekend." "If you don't have anything important to say, then bye." "Wait! Don't hang up yet." "Yes?" He asks and I know he annoyed right now. "Can you accompany me for dinner tonight?" I ask hoping he will agree. "No." With that, he hangs up. I look at the screen and sigh. ***** Wants to know what happens? Give it a shot! It will be a roller coaster love story but also it is worth it to read it.

"Violà, listen to me," "No, hear me out Vivianna." Mason cut Valentino off, earning a glare from him. "Violà," Valentino started again. "Ugh I sometimes hate how I don't have a nickname for you." Mason mumbled under his breath. "Just can you both shut up? I am so overwhelmed with everything going on right now. On my one side, is none other than my babys' daddy, whom I used to love maybe still do. I don't know. And on the other hand is - sorry for being blunt, but literally my stalker. Who has been obsessed with me since I was a... well child?" "Well when you put it like that-" "You are the motherfucking stalker?" Valentino took a threatening step towards Mason. "Hey, I know you are involved in mafia and all but I know karate alright? I am a yellow belt... well a pink one but for some reason they made me wear the yellow belt again in my second year. The point is don't underestimate me." "Shut up, you both." I yelled. "But I was just saying-" I gave Mason a warning look, he sighed but still turned to Valentino. "Yellow belt. Remember!" *** A heavily pregnant, Vivianna Violet left her soon to be husband three years ago. She has always been possessive over her baby. She has ppd and thinks anything or anyone would take her baby away. But that wasn't the only reason she left Valentino. Valentino Ivan Morte is the most feared man in the country. He is a cruel, scary and demanding mafia don! He suddenly finds a tip that the love of his life is in New York and decides to stay to find her. Mason Logan is Vivianna's colleague. But he wasn't just that because he always changes work place when she does.

WE'RE BACK! Yes, your favorite cousins are back at it again, but this time it ain't about me. So, buckle up and grab your wine glasses, because it's gonna be crazy! Mina’s POV: Wait a damn minute. Am I in hell? Because if I am, I need to speak to HR. I didn't even get a chance to plead my case, give a reference or something. I'm about to start freaking out because, I'm not a “go to hell” and mean it type of person. I can't do heat for five minutes let alone an eternity. I feel like giving my life to save a baby and a man should have gotten me at least joint visitation six months in heaven and six months in hell. “Mina, are you awake?” I heard the voice quietly say next to my ear. I tried opening my eyes, but it felt like I had sand in them. I decided to try speaking, but only let out something that sounded like a sick animal. "Wait right there let me get you some water.” I heard a voice whisper again. Who the hell is that? I have heard that voice before but couldn't figure out who the hell it was. “! We need to move; they've found us.” The voice came again. Wait, what? Who the hell are they? I tried opening my eyes again, this time I managed to get them open enough to see the figure picking me up bridal style. Then the stranger turned his head to look directly in my eyes and I knew instantly who it was. “Blaze? You gotta be shitting me.” I said, obviously shocked. “Hey, can we join the party? I hope you are serving food because we are famished.” I heard a man say.

"What am I to you? A trash picker?" I asked him sarcastically, looking at him from head to toe in disdain. "Lauren." he growled, clenching his fists tightly, glaring at me in disbelief. "Yeah, I know this is my name. You don't need to remind me, and please don't pop up in front of me like an unwanted ad in the middle of an interesting scene. You irritate me the most in this way." I scolded him, still with an ugly expression in disgust on my face. "So, now I disgust you, huh? Why didn't you disgust before when I." "Because I was a fool back then. I assumed a filthy rock as a gem and paid a heavy price for that." Before he could complete his sentence, I interrupted him, scolding him in a loud voice. His already widened angry eyes widened more in shock this time. I took a step forward while locking my gaze with him. "A scum like you who used me when he needed me and then slapped the divorce paper doesn't deserve even a glance from me, Gabriel. Never bother me again, or else what I will do to you, you can't even think about that." "Hey, babe. Why are you here?" I beamed when I heard his magnetic voice calling me from behind. I immediately moved towards him when Gabriel held my wrist. "You are making a mistake, Lauren," he warned me in a stiff voice. I yanked my hand from his grip and threw a disgusting gaze on him before walking towards the boy who treated me like a treasure. Gabriel’s devotion to his first love made me realize that loving myself is the only thing that can make me happy forever. I grabbed Vincent's arm with a beaming smile.

Three years ago, my rich boyfriend, Steven Delaney, went into bankruptcy. He decided to break up with me so that he wouldn't drag me down. As I looked at his broken expression, I steeled my heart and ripped the overseas college application I had just received. "I'll stay with you. Together, we can rebuild your legacy." Everyone told me that I was nuts. Still, I decided to move into a damp basement room with Steven. After that, I took on a job out in the streets that allowed me to earn money the fastest, which was promoting beer to the customers. One day, when I'm delivering beer to the customers, one of them calls out to me. "Hey, this lady looks like you!" There are two screens being shown on a livestream, that's being replayed. The left screen shows me crouching at the doorway of the basement while washing shirts for Steven. It's so cold that my fingers have gone completely red. The right screen shows him all dressed up in a smart-looking suit. He has an arm wrapped around a beautiful and well-dressed woman, and they're both sitting in a luxury car. Steven smiles at the camera and says, "This is my third year lying to my girlfriend about my financial situation. Till now, she still hasn't realized the truth! She really is a pathetic idiot!" The live comments keep popping up on the side. "You really know how to make things interesting, Mr. Delaney! I can't believe you're capable of coming up with the whole 'pretending to be broke in order to test your girlfriend's humanity' act!" "What exactly is that lady aiming for, honestly? She's just someone who sells beer! Does she seriously think she's in a romance drama?" "Oh, this is hilarious! That penniless girlfriend of his is even washing underwear for him! The truth is, the underwear belongs to the Delaney family's household staff!"