Off Limits Ja Low

Berkah atau musibah? Mikaila Thomson ikut terkenal saat kakaknya, Yamaha Thomson menjadi runner up ajang pencarian bakat Show Me Your Voice

Third Villacorte is a third year engineering student and the protagonist who is secretly in love with his best friend for over three years since the day they first met at the college gathering, since that day he decided to choose friendship over love and because of that he have to hide his feelings for khai and as the result he'll have to endure the pain of seeing the man he loved flirting different women every week. But everything falls apart when his friend Raizen Valdez discovered his secret feelings towards his best friend. How long can third hide his feelings for his best friend and how long can he endure the pain, is love really made for man and women only? Can we really control our own emotions just todo what we think is right? Do we really need the insight of the society to decided whome we'll gonna love? Let the Khai-Third story prove to you that "love is a very beautiful thing and it shouldn't be limits by gender"

Andre has his demons, one of which is a side of him he never knew existed. Even as cruel as he could be to kill his Exes, he would swear on the life of his mother, he had nothing to do with Becky's death.Secret desires uncover as more truth about Becky and many other girls revealed. but one question is left unanswered,Who killed Becky?

By the time I return home from a business trip, it is past midnight. However, my wife, Celeste Beaumont, isn't home. A man's shirt that isn't mine is lying on the couch. When I call her, she tells me that she's working late at the office. "Whose shirt is it on the couch?" I ask, cutting straight to the point. She playfully scolds, "Who else would it be? It's a gift for you, so hurry up and try it on." I skeptically put it on and immediately feel how tight and uncomfortable it is across my shoulders. "This is an L, babe. I've always worn XL." Celeste runs a clothing company. She's the one who handles all my clothes and even uses my body measurements for her menswear line. There's no way she doesn't know my size. The line goes quiet for half a second before she thoughtfully says, "It's from my new menswear collection. "I had pieces custom-made for you and Felix, so I must've grabbed the wrong piece. I'll swap it tomorrow." A beat later, her voice carries a little sob as she continues, "Babe, I've been so exhausted without you these past few days. I've missed you so much…" It's past midnight. As I listen to the undeniable weariness beneath her affectionate, playful words, my heart aches in distress. I can't help chiding myself for overthinking. However, after hanging up, realization hits me. Her brother, Felix Beaumont, and I are about the same build. He's always worn XL.

My twin sister, Ruby Stone, and I split up after our parents' divorce. She stays with Mom, while I went with Dad. Since the divorce, he's sunk into a deep depression, gambling away every penny we have. We move into a dark, damp apartment, and life becomes an endless struggle. Every day, I go to school and quietly work a part-time job to keep us afloat. Then, out of nowhere, Ruby—whom I haven't heard from in forever—sends me a link to a live stream. "Check this out, Aria. There's a surprise waiting for you." I click it, and my jaw drops. I'm the one topping the trending live streams. The screen splits in two. On one side, I sit in my dingy apartment, hunched over homework under the dim light. On the other side, Mom and Dad cuddle with Ruby on the fancy couch of their sprawling villa. The comments came pouring in. "Let's see what happens when twins are raised on opposite sides of fortune all the way to 18." "Aria still doesn't know, right? Her parents never divorced. They're loaded and perfectly happy. Ruby's life has been like a dream too." "Poor Aria. She's always starving and never has anything decent to wear. Isn't that basically abuse?" "She's the more sensible one, so her parents decided to raise her poorly."

After the breakup, my ex mocked me and called me a coward scavenging for scraps, then lured me to her new lover's winery just to humiliate me in front of everyone. Later, she accidentally shattered a bottle of priceless red wine and tried to pin the blame on me. What she didn't know was… the winery belonged to my family.

Princess CARLOTTA - that was her name. Young, pretty, smart, and most importantly, crazy. She's not the regular kind of princess you must've read in books or heard about. CARLOTTA was always seen on the streets, playing, fighting and causing commotions. Go to the busiest places in the Kingdom. She's CARLOTTA, always found making troubles around - marketplaces, farms, just mention. When her father, King GABRIELLE had tried every possible way to tame CARLOTTA but all to no avail, and so he had to Marry Her Off to an heartless Master of the Lorenzo's Community—in thought that she'd learn her lesson and change. Master LORENZO, the man who kills without giving a second thought and had lost two wives mysteriously. ~ Let's watch it on how CARLOTTA got MARRIED OFF and becomes the Master's third wife.

Marina Hunter is your average teenage girl– detached from the world, absorbed in books and music until she meets the choleric boy across the street, cocky and talented, Darnell McCoy and feels things she's only ever felt once for her best friend, Playboy Jason Kuyper. As Marina tries to navigate junior year at Silver Lake High alongside family drama, an ensuing love triangle, her phobias... A happy ending is pretty uncertain.

Our seventh wedding anniversary. I sat at the dining table—alone. My phone buzzed, lighting up with two messages. First, from Tom: [Working late at the office tonight.] Second, anonymous: [Tom is incredible. Can you even keep up?] Attached was a picture of him, lips locked with a woman I didn't recognize. I blew out the candles on the anniversary cake. Eyes shut, I typed back: [Let's divorce.]

The day after the new year, during a family gathering, my aunt sneered at me as I worked overtime, reviewing a proposal. "Why are you pretending to be so busy? It’s not like we don’t know you only make three thousand a month. Real money-makers are people like my daughter, a designer so successful she doesn’t even have time to come home!" I ignored her, but she directed her spoiled son to delete all my files while I was in the bathroom. My hands trembled with rage. "This proposal is due in ten minutes—if I don’t submit it, everything is ruined!" She scoffed dismissively. "He’s just a kid. What could he possibly know? Besides, your job isn’t even worth much. If you lose the files, you lose them. Worst case, you get fired." I chuckled coldly but said nothing. She had no idea it was the proposal her daughter had spent an entire month working on. And I was the client who held her daughter’s fate in my hands.