Lola Bunny Aesthetic

'Let go of me Asher.' I yelled at him trying to escape from his steel like grip. 'No Myla, I'll never let go of you, not now, not ever. I love you Myla, can't you see that?' I stared at him shocked at his confession. I dreaded this moment all my life yet it was happening and I'm not sure how I would be able to escape this time. I clenched my fist. I have to do this, I have to let him go. 'I'm not your mate Asher. You have a mate out there waiting for you to find her.' He swallowed hard and for a moment I thought that he was going to say something but then changes his mind, instead, he pulls me by the hand and leads me away from the crowd to his room. Myla craved nothing but revenge to an extent where she was willing to die as long as she achieve it, well not until she met the her beloved, Asher. though she can only love him in secret as she knows that her life was a curse to her and the and the people around and she'd die anyways. But what happens when he stares at her with affection, adoration and...love? And then he says, 'I love you Myla, and I want nothing else in this world other than to have you, your heart, body and soul.' She whimpered biting her lips...

Je suis morte le jour où je devais recevoir la médaille du service distingué de la meute. Trois heures après ma mort, mes parents, mon frère et mon compagnon venaient de terminer la fête de remise du diplôme qu'ils avaient organisée pour ma sœur. Pendant que ma sœur Élise publiait une photo de famille chaleureuse sur Instagram, j'étais enfermée dans notre sous-sol, appuyant sur mon téléphone avec ma langue pour appeler à l'aide. La seule personne qui a répondu était mon compagnon, Richard. Tout ce qu'il a dit, c'était : « Sophie, arrête de faire des histoires. La fête de remise du diplôme d'Élise est importante. Assez de crises de colère ! » C'était la quatre-vingt-dix-neuvième fois qu'ils faisaient cela. Je gisais dans une mare de mon propre sang, les poumons immobiles. Ils pensaient que je faisais juste une scène, que je me cachais quelque part, que s'ils me donnaient une leçon, je reviendrais en rampant. Mais ils ne savaient pas, j'étais à la maison tout ce temps. J'étais déjà morte.

As Cain Knight's mate, I watched him lead Elias Sinclair, his childhood sweetheart, onto the stage at the Black Moon Pack's annual charity gala. "In recognition of Miss Sinclair's outstanding contributions to our community," Cain announced, his voice a glacial shard as his eyes found me, "I have decided to grant her the title of this year's 'Charity Ambassador.'" An honor that had, for years, been bestowed upon the Luna by her Alpha. He shattered tradition just to humiliate me. Under the pitying gazes of the entire pack, I did not cry. I did not question him. I simply straightened my spine, set down my champagne flute, and silently turned to leave. "Let her go," I heard Cain sneer behind me. "She won't last half the night. She'll come crawling back like a beaten dog, begging for my forgiveness." A wave of derisive laughter erupted behind me. "After all these years, Lupita still uses the same tired tricks to get Alpha Cain's attention!" "I bet she'll be on her knees, pleading for Alpha Cain's forgiveness before sunrise!" But they didn't know. The person waiting to spirit me away was already at the door. This time, I would vanish from this gilded cage forever.

On our anniversary, Nina Reid took our daughter—and her assistant, Ray Chapman—out for another "family day." Without me. That was it. I filed for divorce. Right after signing the papers and boxing up my stuff, I heard a buzz from the corner. Old phone. Twelve years old. Buried in a drawer. The screen lit up with a number I almost recognized. Hand shaking, I picked up. A voice I hadn't heard in years. Young. Way too familiar. "Hey, Liam. I need to talk to you."

I've been married to my wife, Stacy Howard, for 12 years now. She doesn't let me sleep with her unless it's on the 5th or 20th of the month. I thought she was just uninterested in physical intimacy. That is, until I accidentally witness her walking together with her first love, Devin Fisher, on the street on Thanksgiving Day. Stacy, who's always cold and aloof to me, is actually smiling softly at Devin. Our daughter, Tammy Gilbert, tags along with them as well. She holds Devin's hand while calling him "daddy" in the sweetest tone ever. Instead of demanding answers from Stacy, I turn around and head home. There, I dig out the divorce agreement that I've already prepared in advance.

เมื่อความรักต้องผ่านอุปสรรคและการจากลา ธามและอาชวินจะสามารถกลับมาหากันได้อีกครั้งหรือไม่?

Due to a booking mistake, a French billionaire man who had been arranged to marry someone out of his interest was forced to spend 30 nights on a yacht with a Japanese billionaire woman who had recently lost a fiancé in a shooting incident. Would a spark of true romance be conceivable regardless of the reality that they practically lived in two very different situations? Given the complications that would arise if a forbidden romance began, would their love be worth the risk?

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.

จะทำอย่างไรเมื่อคนที่คุณ 'กลัว' ที่สุด คือคนเดียวกับที่หัวใจคุณ 'เรียกหา' พบกับเรื่องราวความรักวุ่นๆ ของพี่ว้ากสายโหดและลูกแมวศิลปกรรมใน #ใจเถื่อน

Yasmin Putri Claresta, a beautiful twenty year old girl, is a popular student at a campus in Jakarta. In fact, this sweet girl is famous for being a barbarian and having fun is her life motto. But what if one day his father really urges him to get married? Matching her with a man she really hated in her life. Unable to refuse her father's orders, Yasmin ended up in front of the altar with the man. Raga Ravindra Malik, his name. The smart young lecturer is charming and turns out to be a widower. How is their domestic life like? Will Yasmin be able to survive with someone she hates?