Shocked Face Drawing

Jessie Stewart spent twelve years as an orphan before she was finally brought home to the Stewart family. For the first time in her life, she had parents and brothers. But the very people who promised to love and protect her turned against her. Bruce Stewart, her father, who once vowed she'd be his cherished daughter, told her that if she had any conscience at all, she wouldn't fight Mia Stewart, her adoptive sister, for a man. Her brothers, who swore they'd spoil her rotten, dragged her onto an operating table just to draw blood for Mia. As for her fiancé, Henry Lawson, every time things got dangerous, he chose to protect Mia instead of her. Three years later, Jessie's parents were on their knees in tears. Her once arrogant brothers slapped themselves in shame. Even her arrogant ex-fiancé knelt at her feet. They all begged her to come back. Little did they know, Jessie's heart had long since been closed off during those countless nights of pain and betrayal. She had already met the love of her life. In the years to come, she would never again be alone. He tended to her every need. To him, Jessie was everything and more.

The smoothie shop was a whirlwind of activity during the lunch rush when a customer's call shattered my focus. "Is this the manager?" a sharp voice demanded. "I ordered a smoothie with just a touch of sugar. Why is it so sweet?" I checked her order and explained calmly, "Miss, Chocolate Bliss has a naturally sweet base." Not long after, she called again. "I asked for five ice cubes. Why are there only four?" Swamped and barely keeping up, I apologized and moved on. Before I could catch my breath, the phone rang once more. "I requested the guy in the black shirt to deliver my order. Why did a girl show up?" Suppressing my irritation, I clarified, "Miss, we handle the drinks; deliveries are managed by couriers." Finally, the calls stopped. But as the rush subsided, the headquarters called, telling me that a customer had lodged a complaint, accusing me of seducing her boyfriend.

My dormmate, Summer Lodge, always uses heavy-duty electrical appliances to cook in our dorm. I kindly remind her that it's a fire hazard and that she'll get a demerit if the college finds her out, but she snaps at me and tells me to mind my own business. One day, her oven bursts into flames and burns one of our dormmates—the daughter of an affluent family—to death. When the college investigates the matter to apportion the blame, Summer and another dormmate push the blame on me. I'm expelled and cyberbullied. My dead dormmate's boyfriend even comes after me for revenge. He shoves me and my family into the furnace at a crematorium. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day when Summer decides to make a meal with the oven.

"There is no second chance in love, I loved one person and he was taken from me. I can't risk that again." Thelma exclaimed in pain. "If you don't risk it how will you know?" He questioned his searching her eyes. "I am sorry but I can't, I just can't." She lowered her head holding back tears. "Is it because I am rich?" He asked. "No!" "Then tell me." He spoke softly, lifting her head up with his fingers. "I...I don't know okay." She ran a hand through her hair. "I think I am in love with you. God!" She covered her face with her hands. "But I love you." He confessed. "What?" Thelma exclaimed in shock not believing her ears. "I love you Thelma Valentine." He closed the gap between them and kissed her. Too shocked to do anything Thelma stood there. What just happened?. A top-class billionaire in love with her this is ridiculous.

After ten long years, school teacher Sienna is shocked when she is approached by Roharu, her childhood sweetheart and the fearsome Alpha of a werewolf pack. A tragedy forced them apart, but now Roharu is determined to avenge his father’s death and declare the charming Sienna his Luna. On their journey to change the world, Ro and Sienna will face incredible danger…and experience the greatest heights of love and passion. ***“I have never wanted someone as much as I want you. I have never wanted something as much as I want to make you mine. Tell me you want me, my Enna,” he says.With shivering lips, I speak my truth. “I want you, I need you.”His eyes glow with more intensity, and he lifts me in his arms and rests me slowly on the large sofa. I blush as he removes his jacket and leans down to kiss me. His lips are needy and his hands are exploring my body…The Human Luna is created by Barbara A. Insfran B., an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

"After seeing all this, will you still be able to love me? You surely are not. That's why I was telling you to change your decision otherwise you won't have to see all this." With his one finger, he wiped her tears. His eyes were fixed on her horrified turn yellow pale face. "My love which has been in my heart for years can't be ended in a moment on seeing all this. And my decision will not change till my last breath." In weeping, she went on sitting on the floor. She was on the trajectory of that love where there was no going back. "If this is your final decision then fine. After that nikkah (marriage agreement) don't keep any kind of expectation from me." On her stubbornness, he controlled his rage and said in defeated voice. "If you get tired from fulfilling this one-sided relationship then remember I'm always willing to let you go back. You can free yourself from this relationship." After done with his saying, he turned back abruptly. While Hadia hide her face in her hands and started crying profoundly at what he said to her. Will Wadan accept and fell in love to Hadia who he raised since her childhood? Or Hadia will have to forget him and give up on her love just because he doesn't her worthy to love?

TW:VIOLENCE, HARDCORE AND BDSM Sophie Hill believed that marriage would be everything she dreamed of. She thought marrying the man she loved would make her life perfect, but she was mistaken. At nineteen, she married her soulmate and moved away with him. However, five years later, he broke the one rule she had set: DO NOT CHEAT! Sophie could endure his abusive behavior and remain a submissive wife for both him and her stepdaughter, but infidelity was where she drew the line. After escaping from her abusive husband, she crossed paths with Vincenzo Bianchi—the devil himself. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew he would never let her go; she was the spitting image of his late wife! ******** “I… I hate you,” those words rolled off Sophie’s tongue as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. A sad smirk curled up Vincenzo’s face as he heard her, before the tip of his naked dick pressed against her lingerie. “What do you want from me?” she shouted at him, not caring that he was the most dangerous man in the city. She attempted to provoke him, but her words only turned him on even more. He loves feisty girls who made love with violence. Looking at her, she seemed so fragile, but he was willing to let her go. He wanted her willingly! Some called him a sadist, but he was a dominant who loved when she submitted to please him. However, this one was different… she was feisty, but not in a good way. She wouldn’t surrender herself to any man after walking out of an abusive marriage. Would Vincenzo be able to get Sophie to submit to him? Would Sophie be willing to compromise her beliefs, values,to satisfy the devil?

When I saw her from across the bar with her pretty little face, her big brown eyes, her long black hair and her beautiful body, I just knew that I would never be able to shake her from my damn mind. She turned my life upside down from the day I laid eyes on her. But then, the situation changed. She saw something she shouldn’t have seen. Found out who I really was. The truth behind my rugged exterior. But you know the rules of the Corsican Mafia. No witnesses… So I had to take her in. I had to make her my hostage. And I had to make her my wife… Whether she liked it or not.

The day I gave birth, so did Lily Jasper—the underprivileged student I had been sponsoring. But her baby didn’t survive. Afterward, my husband, Carter Scott, insisted on making Lily my son’s godmother. From that moment on, she was everywhere—always butting into my parenting. Whether I was disciplining my son or buying him clothes, Lily never missed a chance to chime in with her opinions. Years later, when my son took his college entrance exams, I helped him choose a major that matched his scores. But Lily pushed hard for him to apply to Merika State or Haven State University instead. In the end, he listened to me and got into a suitable college. Then his acceptance letter came. And everything fell apart. That day, he caused a car accident. My accident. He stepped out of the car, walked over, and kicked me a few times as I lay helpless on the ground. His face was full of disgust as he spat, “You actually thought you were my mom?” His voice was cold. “You’ve made my real mom cry over and over because of you. “You were never family. My real parents and I—we’re family. You? You were just in the way. “But it's over now. Finally...” He smiled cruelly. “We can be together—the real family.” And in that moment, I finally understood. Lily didn’t lose her baby that day. She killed my newborn son and swapped him with hers. Everything went dark. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to the day I gave birth.

All because of Leo Cullen’s words, I gave up a place at a top-tier university in Ceres and stayed behind to retake the entrance exams with him—three times. By the fourth year, a girl arrived at our cram school, and Leo forgot the promise we made. He started skipping class, picking fights, smoking—doing everything but studying. One day, I stood at the school gate, blocking his path with a textbook in hand as he tried to ditch class. He smirked, unimpressed, and blew a bubble with his gum, letting it stick to the ends of my hair. “Naomi…,” he began, “who still cares about studying these days?” So I stopped caring and avoided him entirely. When he fooled around in the classroom, I went to the library. When he played basketball, I sat in a quiet corner with my books. Even when I craved noodles from my favorite shop, I’d scan the room first to make sure he wasn’t there. “Are you avoiding me, Naomi?” he asked later, his face in a frown. I shook my head. “Why would you think that?”