Maria Clara Drawing

"The divorce certificate will be sent to you in jail." Madeline glared towards the numb body of her husband who was silently dragged by the police. His eye never left her black diamond pearl until he was shoved in the car to drive away from his beloved wife, he waited to see her for 1 month desperately. “I refuse to let go of you.” He whispered before losing sight of his desperation. Madeline Bennett is a two-identity girl, who has hidden her reality under her professional persona which is Prof. Maria, a great female scientist, who had never shown her face publicly. Unfortunately, she is trapped between the mafia gangs for her invention. Escaping from those people she ends up marrying a billionaire, cold and heartless mafia king Varun Singh, who is utterly unknown of her Professor identity. One promise joined the destiny of two strangers. One was in pain; another was in misery. They were healing for each other but he chooses to be a poison. He treats her worst, but she is strong for her promise and dream. As life steps forward she succeeds in breaking his cold walls and opening his heart, making him fall for her but it was too late. His one mistake crushes her affection and care for him in pieces, on the other hand, the world was standing out to snatch her away. Will he be able to correct his mistake and win her back?

The past is perilous, but we can't help but glance back at times. Millions of people have been affected by the word "memories," which has brought them grief, despair, and pessimism. They were lives that had a reason for existing, lives that could have lasted decades and accomplished a great deal.... Maria Camara Villagonzalo becomes an astute twenty seven-year-old girl with huge ambitions who aspires to achieve her dreams in life. She dreamed of having a complete family, yet, it didn't happen. She knew it wouldn't be simple to live happily because there are still secrets she needs to unfold.... "Looking up to the sky, seeing the brightest star. Ended up with a sigh, and a heart full of scars," Camara murmured, resolved to realize her ambitions and uncover the secrets of her family's past.... There are some things we don't want to happen but must accept, some things we don't want to know but must learn, and some people we can't live without but must let go. And that, my friends, is life. So, what kind of twists and turns does Camara have in store?

(WARNING : R-18 content) --------------------- "What is this perfume on your neck? Tell me, I want to know." "No perfume. It's just the smell of my skin, combined with the adrenaline generated from the moment I saved you, the pleasure I'm feeling on this bed while I'm laying on top of your naked body." - The love told in the movies doesn't exist. Romance doesn't exist. The only thing that exists is sex, pure, violent, wild, a breathtaking combination of sensations of pleasure and new fragrances to explore. This is precisely what Kora Night does, creating new essences drawing inspiration from the smells and sensations of her lovers around the world. "Perfumes are the essence of life itself. They cannot be explained. Where words fail, perfumes release the most intense and hidden emotions of the ego, awakening the darkest and most primordial instincts of human beings." Kora's career started to take off, and everything proceeded according to plan, when during one of her business trips, she lived the most beautiful night of her life, the night that will change everything. --------------------- I sincerely hope you'll enjoy reading my original novel :) comments and reviews will always be appreciated! p.s. With this story I will try to make you live some of the emotions I experienced in my life, so in a sense, this novel is 'inspired by a true story'. Good reading!

Ivy felt the air grow cold as Alexander approached her, his every step echoing with the weight of a looming decision. Retreating with each of his advances, Ivy could sense the dual nature battling within him – man and wolf. When he delicately touched her waist, drawing her closer, her skin prickled with a mix of fear and desire. "You can't deny our bond," he whispered, his voice a gentle caress against her neck, "you feel it too." Tears welled in her eyes as she admitted, "But it's Jake, your brother, I thought I loved." Alexander's eyes darkened with a mix of anger and sadness. "Ivy, Jake isn't who you think he is." Set against the backdrop of a world where supernatural forces are both a gift and a curse, Ivy a normal modern girl who is reborn into a supernatural world as a princess Amelia finds herself caught between the affections of twin brothers Alexander and Jake. While Alexander's passionate nature contrasts sharply with Jake's smooth charm, Ivy soon discovers a dark secret. A Dark Secret- 1000 years ago, She was killed by a two step-brothers who loved her deeply...

I can’t believe I fell for a man that cares less about me. The days and nights we spent together, everything didn’t make any significance to him. I glared at him with nothing but disgust and bitterness. Cheating on me is one thing but cheating on me with Maria is another. I can’t believe this he is the Kyle I loved. "Get out of my house." I faintly said, I can’t even scream at him, he isn’t worthy of my yells. "Oh come on Tara, don_" "Get the fuck out!" I cut him off ——————————————————————————- Tara is a simple lady whose identity is hidden to keep herself safe. When Tara lies to be in a relationship with a handsome stranger in order to get back at her ex-boyfriend for cheating on her, she carelessly lets in the stranger in her house who is known other than the most wanted criminal in the city; Andrew Black. She and Andrew each have a reason for needing a relationship and agree to pretend to date, of course, Tara has no clue of the reason behind Andrew’s agreement. As they get to know each other, it’s only a matter of time, before they fall in love with each other. Living together, Andrew never told her the truth about himself nor did she tell him about her true identity. In a roller coaster of lies and love, she and Andrew come across each other’s hidden secrets, but what happens when the tables turn and Andrew takes away Tara’s most price possession?

"You whore!" A masculine voice. "You philanderer!" A feminine voice. "I'll kill you in this house!" He bellowed as he charged straight to the woman and started beating her up. The little boy stood at the door and watched his parents go about their daily routine, tears spilled from his eyes. He stood in the shadows, just watching and crying. If he speaks out loud, they'll remember him and his father will beat him also. No one remembers him. Not unless they want to beat him too. Then he saw the blow, heard the awful sound. The blow that made a difference. The blow that made that day stand out from every other day. His mom stopped screaming, she laid there on the floor, staring into nothingness. Dead. "Gia." His dad paused mid-beating. No answer. "Gianna!" He patted her white arms turned red from being beaten. Terror filled the little boy's system, a sound escaped his mouth, drawing the man's attention. "Oops. I've forgotten about you." He said to the little boy. "Mom's dead..." The little boy said in a tiny voice. The man looked down at the lifeless white woman, "Seems like it." He looked at the boy with an eye filled with menace. "You'll pretend you didn't see a thing. You'll......" The siren rang outside. The police had arrived. A neighbour had alerted them when he heard the noise. He watched as the policemen pointed their guns at his father. He watched as they took his father away. He remained hidden, his blue eyes returning to the woman who laid on the floor, with eyes as blue as his. She was staring right at him. Finally, she sees him. Only in death, did she really see him. Something died in that little boy that day. Replaced with bitterness.

After visiting her husband’s office, Clara faced an earth-shattering truth—her best friend was known as her husband's "wife" in the company. Worst of all, she caught them in the act. Heartbroken, Clara left the office in tears, only to be struck by an overspeeding truck. Her eyelids felt heavy. "Am I going to die without taking my revenge?" she mocked herself as she took her last breath. But miracles happen, and she time-travelled to the day before her wedding. A smirk curled on her lips, an exciting sparkle in her eyes. "So, I've got another chance to repay my two-timing husband." "God's on my side, I guess."

Clair is an omega maid in the Vulcan pack. She never aimed for anything except doing her job diligently as the maid she is. Things, however, took a different turn when she met this handsome man in the garden admiring flowers. Her wolf never called out to him as her mate, but there's something strange which keeps drawing her to him whenever they meet. Unfortunately, he's the Alpha of the Nightingale pack, a pack known for its immense wealth and powers, and he is in an arranged marriage with Roxanne, the Alpha's daughter and the lady she serves. Knowing this, Clair decides to get rid of whatever feelings she has for him since he's far above her level, but hell breaks loose when she is to go to the Nightingale pack as Roxanne's personal maid. To worsen it, Clair is further placed in a dire situation where she is subjected to having a one-night stand with this Alpha. What will happen after this one-night stand with the man she's always been in love with? Will things turn out for good?

I was head over heels for Jonas Hayes, the cold and aloof scholarship student who saw me as nothing more than a walking wallet. He took my credit card but refused to let me get close. "Get lost. The sight of you and your filthy money makes me sick." Using my wealth, he showered Clara Dove, the stunning campus bella from a humble background, with luxury gifts and even threw her a lavish birthday party at the city’s most exclusive hotel. Everyone envied him, believing he was a self-made billionaire. But I didn’t care. I stayed hopelessly in love. After graduation, I poured my entire inheritance into building a life with him, convinced I could win his heart. During our honeymoon, he watched as I drowned, his voice ice-cold as he said, "Every time I think of how you used your money to control me, I wish you’d die sooner." When I woke up again, I was back in my college classroom—the day Jonas asked me to top up his card. This time, I wasn’t the desperate fool he remembered. I slapped him across the face with the card and sneered, "Even beggars know how to kneel and ask. What are you, a weed?"

"Hai, Sigung kecil..." Jawabnya tersenyum.Sebenarnya Alana tidak suka dengan panggilan Sigung kecil, namun dia tetap tersenyum dan menerimanya."Bu, apa aku warnai saja rambutku, dengan warna hitam, atau warna merah seperti Ibu..?" Ucap Alana ketika sedang membantu Maria menyiapkan makan siang."Tidak usah sayang, jadilah dirimu sendiri. Sini..." Ajak Ibu sambil membawaku kedepan cermin. "Lihat, wajahmu sangat cantik, kulitmu putih, matamu indah, hidungmu juga mancung, tidak ada satu pun kekurangan dalam dirimu.." Ibu membalikkan badanku menghadapnya. "Asalkan kamu berlapang dada, selalu ramah, dan jujur, kamu akan menemukan tempatmu sendiri.." Ucap Ibu."Iya Bu.." Jawab Alana dengan senyum.Akankah berakhir bahagia kisah Alana selanjutnya ?Siapa sebenarnya jati diri dia yang sesungguhnya ?