Pouty Looks

Emillia Lucille has everything. Money, looks, fame, family. You name it, she has it. Her luxury is never ending, so is her career as a model in an international agency owned by her father. Many envy her. Many tried to be her, but they failed. She is invincible. With her cold heart and charming look, she became the person every man and woman wanted and hated at the same time. But everything changed when she received a photo from an anonymous sender. A photo she ought to keep until she dies. A photo that can harm not only her career but also herself. A photo that will reunite her with her lost self and its acquaintances. Will she be able to reconnect to the past and fight the situation she was fated to face? Or will she be forever locked from it? And just like it, will she remain so far away?

Kaya ends up in the hands of her father’s enemy by mistake, little did she know it would turn into the biggest blessing, or horror. Raised with a sister that hates her, in a pack that was indifferent towards her, life hasn’t always been easy for her. And she ends up in the hands of the lycan king, and she finds out he’s her mate. The lycan king has only two goals in life, keeping his son and pack safe. He wasn’t ready for a mate, after the betrayal of the last one. But the starry eyed girl looks at him like he is the best thing she has ever seen. He doesn’t want anything to do with her, but does he have the strong will to keep his hands to himself while she’s with him?

Niahara Coltrane was engaged to a guy that she didn't know what he looks like. She raised by her grandparents who are extremely wealthy and most influential person. She fears of having a bad dreams, even if she wants to sleep peacefully she can't, she is also afraid of crowded places so it triggers her anxiety even more. She got this anxiety from what had happened to her in recent years. After ditching her own wedding, she disguised herself as a nerdy woman where she bumps with an artist who is also running from his manager and body guard. What role will this artist play in Niahara's life? Will this artist help her? or makes her life more chaotic? What would happen to the two if destiny brought them together one day?

Dmitri is still being haunted by the tragedy he caused his twin brother, Drake, even after so many years, and he’s pretty much aware that no amount of apologies could ever forgive him. He left the country and lived abroad alone for years just to punish his self. Alison, Drake’s girlfriend, is willing to help him get over that nightmare, but how can she possibly help him when every time he looks at her it reminds him of his brother? Truth be told, he’s still in love with her after all these years, but his Drake’s ghost is what’s stopping him. Will he ever find forgiveness and give his self a chance to live again and love Alison, or will he just continue punishing his self and push her away?

Asia Carter has it all. The looks, The grades, The friends, The populatity, The perfect guy, The easy going fun loving parent, The over protective brother, her life's perfect. Or so she believed. Asia is content with everything in her life. She wouldn't change a thing. No on second thought she would completely wipe Kai Smith out of her life, off the face of earth actually. He has been her enemy ever since she knew how to hate. Him ? He'd say the feeling was mutual. Glares, snarky comments and little shoves here and there has been the two's relationship their entire lives. Follow Asia on her journey through Highschool, discovering herself alongside her crazy friends and join them on the emotional rollercoaster that is highschool.

On the eve of my wedding, my wife, Sharon Moonstone, drugged me and knocked me unconscious. She let her first love, Aaron Miller, take my place as the groom, standing beside her as they held the wedding that was supposed to belong to both of us. By the time I finally found them, they had already gone into the bridal suite and consummated their marriage. When I demanded answers, Sharon did not show a trace of guilt. "You live off me. You'd better behave. Make a scene, and we'll divorce." My heart went cold. I handed her the divorce papers, but she barely looked at them. "Looks like you've improved," she said lightly. "At least you know a performance should be convincing from start to finish."

My husband's childhood sweetheart is a fake heiress. She and I are abducted at the same time. But when my husband, a doctor, arrives at the scene of the abduction with a medical team, he chooses to save her first. My legs have been broken, and I struggle to stay afloat in the ocean. I'm on the brink of death, and I beg him to save me and the child in my belly. He merely looks at me. Before leaving, he almost generously helps me call 911. Then, he says, "It's disgusting that you're lying about being pregnant just to save yourself. I've repaid you for saving my life—come to the hospital later today to sign the divorce papers." After listening to his words, I remove the hearing aid from my right ear with a trembling hand.

Elijah (Eli) Summers is in his sophomore year at nyu, he and Nathan Stone have been bestfriend since child hood they are inseparable. They know everything about each other, tell eachother everything until Nathan’s older billionaire CEO half brother comes into town. Damon stone is Tall, dark, and trouble like sex and sin wrapped in one enticing bubble. He looks like a real life Adonis, Eli who has never thought of himself as gay finds himself drawn to Damon’s masculinity. And Damon has set his eyes on Elijah and will stop at nothing to have him. Elijah has to navigate his feelings with Damon, keeping it a secret from his bestfriend, and college life with figuring out his sexuality. Will he and Damon endure ? Or will they crash and burn

. No one argues with me. I sit there for a long time. Eventually, footsteps approach again. I do not look up. “Selene,” a voice says. I recognize it. I lift my head slowly. Dorian stands in the doorway. His suit is immaculate. His hair perfectly styled. He looks irritated. Not panicked. Not broken. Late. “You came,” I say. My voice sounds wrong. Hollow. He exhales sharply. “I came as soon as I could.” I look down at Rowen. Then back at Dorian. “You missed it,” I say calmly. He frowns. “Missed what?” I laugh. “Our son,” I say. “You missed our son.” His eyes shift to the bed. To the stillness. To the quiet. Something flickers across his face. Annoyance. Disbelief. Not grief. “Selene,” he says. “What are you talking about.” I stand up slowly, still holding Rowen. “He waited for you,” I say. “He asked for you.” Dorian rubs his temple. “This is not the time for dramatics.” I stare at him. “Say that again,” I say softly. He sighs. “We will arrange the healers again tomorrow. Right now, I have people waiting.” I feel something dangerous rise in my chest. “Tomorrow,” I repeat. “Hmm. Okay.” He steps close r. Looks at Rowen more carefully now. “Why is he not responding,” he asks. I meet his eyes. “Because he is dead,” I say. Dorian freezes. “What,” he says. I take a step toward him. “Say his name,” I tell him. He hesitates. “Rowen.” “Say it again,” I say. “Rowen,” he repeats, irritated now. I lift my chin. “He died asking if he was good enough for you,” I say. “So tell me, Alpha Nightfall.” My voice trembles for the first time. “Was he.”

I knock on the door, heart pounding like it always does when I’m about to see him. “Come in,” Justin’s voice calls—cool, smooth, and frustratingly calm. I take a deep breath and walk in, holding the folder tightly. “Here’s the report you requested, sir.” He doesn’t even glance at me. Just keeps typing, his expression unreadable. “You’re late,” he says without missing a beat. I clench my jaw. “There was a delay at the printer—” “No excuses, Joanna. Just do better next time.” Ouch. Professional and cold. As always. I nod, ignoring the sting in my chest. “Yes, sir.” I turn to leave, gripping the doorknob—just one more second and I’ll be out of this weird tension-filled office— “Wait.” I freeze. I turn around slowly. “Yes?” Justin stands now, walking toward me. In his hand, a familiar brown paper bag. He holds it out. “You didn’t have lunch.” I blink. “I’m fine.” “You skipped breakfast too. Eat.” I hesitate. “What is it?” “Chicken pesto. No onions.” My breath catches. He still remembers? “Why are you doing this?” I ask quietly. He shrugs, not meeting my eyes. “I just… remember things.” My fingers brush his as I take the bag. Warmth. Stupid warmth that shouldn’t still feel this familiar. Then, he looks at me—really looks at me. “You shouldn’t skip meals… wife.” Silence. My chest tightens. “Don’t call me that.” But my voice is too soft to sound convincing. I walk out before I say something I’ll regret. His words echo in my mind like a dangerous lullaby. Cold one second. Kilig the next. God… he’s still him. And that’s exactly the problem.