Perfect Cell Face

Angelo Ian Diano didn't expect he would survive being hit by a speeding car. He wanted to thank the heavens for suddenly sparing his life and giving him another chance to correct his mistakes. But when Angelo opened his eyes, he was suddenly greeted by a nerve-wracking situation. From being a man oozing with masculinity, he suddenly became a femme fatale, as if the heavens were conspiring against him to punish him for all the things he did in the past. To add to the situation, not only did Angelo possess a body of just any woman but a married woman. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry because of his circumstance. To make matters worse, he found out that the husband of the woman he had possessed is the very person he has hated to the bones. Let's take a look at his story and find out who will be the first to go crazy. Is it Angelo or the one reading this?

The Clan Healer told me that without the vial of Progenitor's Blood, the Blood Blight afflicting me meant I had only seventy-two hours to live. But my husband, Miles, the new Duke of our world, gave the only vial of the precious cure to my adopted sister, Vivienne, the woman I had turned three years ago. "She's in agony from the rejection, Isolde. It's a pain you can't possibly understand." His tone was self-righteous, devoid of any concern for the patch of skin on my collarbone already turning to stone. I nodded, watching as the life-saving, dark red liquid slid down another woman's throat. I accomplished a great deal in the time I had left. As I signed the documents, the lawyer's hand trembled. "Are you certain you want to transfer everything, Your Grace? The territorial rights of a thousand-year-old clan..." I didn't hesitate. "Yes. To Vivienne." My adopted daughter, Lily, the girl I had risked everything to save, who was now forever frozen at the age of eight, cowered in Vivienne's arms, pointing at me and screaming, "Aunt Vivienne is my real mommy! You're the witch who turned us into monsters!" I offered no defense. "Yes, that's right. Be a good girl and listen to your new mother now." The Progenitor's Ring, the symbol of the clan's supreme authority, now rested on Vivienne's hand. "Oh, sister, you're too kind," she sobbed, her sobs a practiced performance. "I'll be sure to protect the family in your stead." I nodded. "You'll run things better than I ever did." I even signed away my control over the Elder Council, a council sustained by my own blood. For the first time in a century, a shadow of complex emotion crossed Miles's face. He stared at me,"Isolde, stop fighting. It's better this way. You need to rest." Yes. On my deathbed, I had finally become the perfect, submissive Isolde they always wanted. An Isolde who was about to turn to dust. The seventy-two-hour countdown had begun. I wondered, when I finally turned to ash,

Blurb. All she wanted was to impress her boss and become very popular. All she had to do was to get a person with dark secret and expose them but in the process of doing that she got married to a very famous business man. He was hard to get and she will have to make him fall in love with her. Along the line she fell in love with him. Will she still be able to accomplish her goal?

My husband woke me at 2 AM, demanding I come to the hospital to operate on Ava Foster— his first love. When I arrived, Ava was lying ghostly pale in the hospital bed. The chart showed end-stage uremia; she desperately needed a kidney transplant. I explained that her condition was critical, and without a matching donor, there was nothing I could do. My husband mistook my professional assessment for jealousy. He slapped me hard across the face. "What kind of doctor are you?" he snarled. "Are you just going to let her die? Test more people until you find a match!" I rubbed my cheek and nodded calmly. "Actually, we already found one." "Your kidney is compatible with hers. You'll be the donor."

I messed up—big time. Blurting out at a family dinner that my boss, neighbor, and best friend’s brother, Arnold, asked me to be his wedding date was not my finest moment. Mortified, I’m ready to apologize and smooth things over with his family, but Arnold? He’s not having it. Instead, he doubles down, proposing a wild plan: a fake relationship that suits us both.The deal? Three months of playing the perfect couple while my toddler and I live in his house, rent-free. In return, Arnold shields me from my toxic ex, and I help him dodge the town’s relentless matchmaking efforts. It’s the perfect arrangement—until the lines between fake and real start to blur.Arnold’s not just playing a role. He’s reading bedtime stories to my son, cooking us meals, and kissing me like the world might end if he stops. With every tender touch and stolen glance, he makes me feel seen, desired, in a way I’ve never known. The guestroom feels colder each night when his strong, tattooed arms are just down the hall, calling to me.As our forbidden kisses deepen, so does the risk. Are we crafting a love that could break us? Or are we building something breathtakingly real?

My husband's childhood sweetheart kills my parents in an accident due to drunk driving. I want to call the police, but my husband blindfolds me and takes me to the cellar. I'm tormented and subjected to inhumane treatment for the next three years. After each torture session, an icy male voice will ring out in my ear. "Do you still hate her, Sabrina?" One day, I finally cave and submit to the icy voice. "No, I don't. I don't hate her anymore!" I hear my husband's joyous laughter on the other end of the line. On the day he welcomes me out of the cellar, I avoid his embrace. Yet he loses his mind when I ask him for a divorce.

Dans un petit village paisible où les traditions et les secrets se mêlent, Elsa, une jeune cueilleuse orpheline au charme envoûtant, vit seule avec sa grand-mère, une mystérieuse chamane redoutée de tous. Marquée par une vie simple mais emplie de spiritualité, Elsa rêve d’un amour profond, unique, presque irréel… Un amour qu’elle vit chaque nuit dans ses songes avec un homme dont elle ignore l’identité. À des kilomètres de là, Arturo Vidal, héritier d’une grande famille, homme d’affaires séduisant et distant, revient dans son pays natal après plusieurs années à l’étranger. Depuis peu, des rêves étranges le hantent… une femme, un regard, une sensation familière qu’il ne peut expliquer. Le destin finit par les réunir, de manière inattendue, dans une scène aussi banale que bouleversante. Dès leur premier échange, une force invisible semble les lier. Mais leur histoire ne fait que commencer, car des souvenirs enfouis, des vies passées et des forces mystiques vont se réveiller pour les mettre à l’épreuve. Et si l’amour que l’on cherche depuis toujours ne venait pas de cette vie… mais d’une autre ?

After lights-out, I make my roommates play with an Ouija board with me. Being the scaredy-cat she is, my roommate decides to ask something stupid, "Where did my earphones go?" I almost burst out laughing. I can't believe she's using it to find her earphones. To our surprise, the planchette starts to move. It spells out, "It's under your bed beside the eye." We exchange glances in confusion. What eye? I snort and get out of bed. Using my phone's flashlight, I check under the bed. Nothing is there. Before I can make fun of my roommate for being superstitious, the door slams open. The student who stays next door barges into our room, her face as pale as a sheet. Her voice trembles as she shouts, "Wake up! Everyone on campus is going wild! Someone found an eyeball in our dorm!"

Five years ago, I became the wife of Cesare Fontana, the most powerful mafia don in Navarino. However, he didn't make our relationship public. Cesare has always been cold and unfeeling toward everyone. I assumed that's just the way he is. One day, I get to see the way he interacts with Sonia Moretti, his childhood friend. When I see the bright smile on his face and notice the attentive care he shows her, I finally realize that there is someone in this world whom he treats with gentleness and warmth. Alas, I'm not the lucky woman. I hand over the divorce papers. Cesare remains as impassive as ever. He signs the paperwork without even knowing that it will mark the end of our marriage. When he finally finds out that I've left, weirdly enough, he immediately panics. He does everything in his power to find me and bring me back. By then, I've already left the country. I make my way to a country beyond his reach and carve out a fulfilling life for myself. Cesare becomes the one who pines for me instead.

The Three Faces of Rose is a gripping tale of supernatural romance and self-discovery. Rose David has spent 21 years invisible—bullied at school, overlooked at work, and trapped in a life where no one seems to notice her at all. On her 21st birthday, everything changes. An ancient curse, cast by a bitter witch long ago, awakens three distinct personalities inside her: the wise and sharp elderly Mrs. Choice, the innocent and fragile childlike Susy, and the daring, seductive Blaire. Each face has a mind of its own and each threatens to take control. When CEO Kelvin Halt enters her life, he sees more than just the shy, timid secretary everyone else ignores. He sees the complexity, the pain, and the magic that binds Rose’s fractured soul. But falling in love with her is not simple. To truly save her, Kelvin must confront the dark curse at its source and help Rose face the secrets and betrayals of her past. As Rose struggles to balance her three faces, she learns that the curse is more than just magic—it’s a test of identity, courage, and trust. Only by embracing every part of herself can she hope to reclaim her life and her freedom. And in the end, she must decide if love can truly heal the wounds left by centuries of pain, fear, and magic.