Project Paper Doll

Sunny Feliciano is a typical Asian guy. Upon coming out of the closet, his father changed and hate him for being Bi. Sunny did everything to make his father proud. He didn't mind all the bruises he got from his dad, physically and mentally, he just really want to be loved by him and hope everything would be back to normal. Then fate did something spectacular. Sunny would stumble upon a guy named Parker Wingston who is in the same shoes as him. Finally, someone to lean on in times of heartbreak and pain. They would find comfort in each other's presence. But the twist is about to happen. Fate wants to crumple their paper hearts. Let's join Sunny and Parker in their journey against the cruelty of this world.

"That's not very gentlemanly Mr Montclair" I whispered into his ear. He rips my dress only to find me bare underneath. " A gentleman man is far from what you need right now" he replied spanking my bare pussy. ******** On the eve of her engagement, Jade Moretti thought the worst thing she would face was cold feet. She was wrong. Walking into her fiancé’s penthouse, she discovers a betrayal that shatters more than her heart. Elio Sterling, the man she was meant to marry, is tangled in the sheets with her step-sister. Humiliated and desperate for protection, Jade turns to the one man who should defend her. Her father. He disregards her emotions and chooses his favorite child but disguises it as business. Killian Montclair is cold, strategic, and ten steps ahead of everyone her father included. He doesn’t believe in love. He believes in power and control. Jade refuses to be anyone’s pawn again but what does she stand to lose in marrying a billionaire. But in a marriage built on transactions, secrets begin to surface. Killian Montclair may not be as indifferent to Jade as he claims. In a world where loyalty is bought and hearts are negotiated, Jade must decide: Will she remain bound by contract…

Ketika takdir buruk menggerogoti, lalu kau memvonis Tuhan itu tidak adil, seketika kamu menjadi hamba yang kehilangan rasa syukur. " Yatri Ranaya, hidup di dalam pernikahan yang acap kali membuatnya terluka, rentetan masalah dari berbagai arah, mulai dari kejamnya mertua, tajamnya mulut ipar, hingga suami yang kadang meremehkan. Hingga di tahun ke-5 pernikahannya harus berakhir oleh ketukan palu hakim, kepasrahan Yatri buat dirinya menantang semua ujian menjadi janda beranak dua, disaat duka lara menyandang status tersebut, ada pria berahang kukuh yang tak percaya cinta, dia ingin meminjam rahim Yatri untuk menampung bayi tabung. Dia Rexa pengusaha properti yang mengoleksi berbagai jenis perempuan untuk dijadikan penghibur malam. Janda seperti Yatri ingin menemukan kebahagiaan pernikahan namun dia kembali terjebak dengan pernikahan kontrak demi kesembuhan anaknya. Yatri dan Rexa bagaimana kisah mereka selanjutnya?

“This place is huge. Don't you ever get lonely?" “I do,” he grinned. “That's why I can't wait for you to marry me and move in.” I laughed, shaking my head. "You're crazy.” “Crazy about you and I don't even know why.” *** She wants a green card. He wants revenge. But it seems they'll get more than they bargained for.

Taylor Crewman has always been considered as the lowest of the low in the social hierarchy of LittleWood High.She is constantly reminded of where she belongs by a certain best-friend-turned-worst-enemy. Desperate to do something about it she embarks on her biggest project yet.

When I first started at Serenity Hills, the head nurse told me coma patients paid well—but the job was messy and brutal. They could only get IV nutrition. Screw that up, and you're basically killing them. Today was day thirty of looking after the girl. Young. Gorgeous. Like always, I hit the nurse's station to grab her IV bags— But then I saw it. Thirty glucose bottles gone. IV nutrition? Still sealed. Chills shot down my spine.

Left on their wedding day by her fiancé, Alice finds herself in a contractual union with a wealthy man urgently seeking a bride.Over time, she came to the realization that dealing with the billionaire was no simple task, and being married to this formidable yet merciless man felt like navigating a profound abyss.Life is not always a bed of roses even for the people born with golden spoon.

Since young, Dione Amaris has always been fascinated by supernatural creatures; vampires, fairies, werewolves and many more. Her mother always read her stories about them. Until she turn to a fully grown woman, she has collected a lot of books about them and would still read them time to time and she ends reading a book, she can’t help but think if they really do exist. And what if… they really do exist? And one of its kind has been by her side all along? Will it be a start to a something new to her life? Or… it’ll start a havoc in her life?

A dark and gloomy villa stood in the middle of the barren landscape, hidden from sight by a perched hedge. It was phenomenal and spectacular, but it makes it appear to have succumbed to a sullen and ominous atmosphere, both inside and out. A lanky hedge and gnarled shrubs give off the impression that the house has indeed been overlooked. The rainstorm seeping from the sewer pipes made the place appear miserable and dispirited. Needless to say, the house appeared razed to the ground and devoid of life. The house was made of rune stone that had been smeared darker in spots by downpours, sending it an insidious demeanor even during the day. The window frames were all padlocked and bricked up in steel frames and woods, as if what was inside would have been too grotesque to see, trying to give the impression that someone must have attempted to prevent something horrible from escaping. People have claimed that the residence was plagued by the witch who died there, but there has been no tangible evidence to substantiate their claims. It was even widely speculated that the villa was venomous and mowed down the leaves of trees that come into direct contact with its concrete pillars. People also construed a terrifying presumption that whoever tries to enter the house will never make it out alive because there is something inside that you would never dare to see with your very own eyes. Whatever was real or not, it was unmistakably foreshadowing, exponentially cold and savage at a hundredth of a thousand glances. A breathtaking doll sat competently on a rocking chair inside the house. Waiting complacently for someone brave and heroic enough to unravel the abominable and ghoulish mystery and paradox behind her enchanting, spine-chilling smile.

"It is an anxious, sometimes a dangerous thing to be a doll. Dolls cannot choose; they can only be chosen; they cannot 'do'; they can only be done by."