Snap Studio

During summer break, I took my son, Luke Thorne, diving at our private beach. Ralph Foster, a hotshot TV actor, suddenly showed up with a whole entourage and barged in. "This is a private beach that Gloria personally secured for me to entertain VIPs. You two nobodies had better get lost right now!" He threw his weight around and even dragged my wife, Gloria Stokes, out as a threat. When he learned who I was, he went a step further and mocked me as a kept man living off my wife. I actually laughed. I was the head of the Thornes, the most powerful family in Frenkinston. Since when did I become some freeloading, useless husband? On top of that, Gloria's film studio and every bit of her backing came from me. But when Gloria arrived, she sided with Ralph and actually tried to force Luke to put on a show for some sleazy investors. Sneering, I made a call that only the head of the Thornes had the authority to make. "Shark Vanguard, clear Crescent Bay. Now."

Abigail a young intelligent staff was in love with her hard face boss Debbie. A love that most people wouldn’t accept nor expects, neither have they known that Abigail and Debbie overcame so many heartaches and trials before they’ve been so sure of what they’re feeling. When their worlds collide, amidst uncertainties they fought together and a new adventure of love begins. Different people have different love stories. The love between two people doesn’t come from snap of a finger and presto - two magical love relationships were born. For Abby and Debbie, a constant balance was their barometer for success. This goes to prove that emotions are not the only basis of love. True affection, commitment and respect must be present elements that will glue them together. Abby and Debbie’s love surpassed the test of time, characters and money. Within a year, they have acquired their own properties and eventually started living their lives together.

Aku menunggu donor jantung selama dua tahun, tetapi jantung itu malah ditransplantasikan oleh suamiku kepada putri palsu keluarga kaya, Inara. Dokter mengatakan aku hanya memiliki sisa waktu hidup satu minggu. Karena itu, aku memutuskan untuk membekukan jenazahku. Aku menyumbangkan jasadku sendiri kepada studio milik Inara. Pada hari aku menandatangani surat donasi, anakku berlari memelukku dan berkata bahwa akhirnya Mama dan Bibi sudah berdamai kembali. Orang tuaku memujiku karena akhirnya aku mengerti arti kasih sayang antarsaudari dan mau saling membantu. Suamiku pun merasa lega, mengatakan bahwa aku akhirnya melepaskan ganjalan di hati dan menjadi lebih pengertian. Aku tersenyum tipis. Ya, kali ini aku benar-benar sudah belajar untuk patuh. Aku akan mengembalikan identitas putri Keluarga Mahardian kepada Inara dan mengabulkan keinginan kalian semua.

Even being the late King's son can't guarantee you the throne of Serenacia, as the system is different from any other kingdom you've heard. A kingdom filled with power, control, freedom and most importantly, Gods. Gods who can strike you down just with the mere snap of their fingers and also God's who would strike you down and leave you speechless, based on their physique and attractiveness. But it isn't all about that, as the throne of Serenacia is open for a new king of Gods to rule them, yet it isn't so simple as in Serenacia, if a king dies before passing the throne to his heir, then all the generations of the bloodline of God's would have to compete for the throne once again, and that hasn't been done since the last thousand years. Nevertheless, it's isn't just about the throne, as love interest and triangles are formed, after all its no fun if no one catches feelings.

At that moment he turned to face me. My breath hitched at the intensity burning in his green depths. He stated, "I've decided to let your people go, but on one condition." My throat dried up. "What?" I breathed. His voice dropped to a lilting octave. "Belong to me." __ King Lan is cold, ruthless and powerful. Anything he wants, he gets at the snap of his fingers. Except her. Willow is a sweet, wilful witch who aims to gain her coven's approval after years of being thought weak, clumsy and powerless by her caste-witches. When Lan meets the young, enthralling witch, nothing could've prepared him for the thrilling ride that ensues. A ride that involves pain, betrayal and untamed desires. Will the two be consumed by the age-long hatred between their species, or will they defeat the dark threats surrounding them and succumb to the sizzling attraction burning hot between them? Warning: Mature content. Suitable for readers above 18.

Betrayed by her boyfriend and stepsister, Rihanna Smith was sold to an exclusive club catering to the darkest desires of powerful men. Desperate for freedom and revenge, she agreed to marry her first client, a blind and crippled man with only one rule: never get pregnant. What she didn’t know was that her husband was Dustin Crawford, a zillionaire who could buy the entire city with a snap of his fingers. She used his power to destroy everyone who wronged her… but broke the contract the moment she conceived. After completing her revenge, she vanished without a trace. Five years later, she returns, only to be greeted by a man who stands from his wheelchair, kisses her deeply, and says, “Wife, do you think if I were blind I would marry you?” Now that she knows the truth, one question remains: Even if their marriage was a game…is she ready to play again?

I used to be the most promising composer of my generation. But while I was working on my latest piece, my husband Charles Lambert's childhood friend destroyed everything I had. She slashed my face, stole my compositions, and set fire to my house—leaving me to burn alive alongside the kitten I'd just adopted. Then, as if my death were just a spark for her success, she posted my compositions online, claiming I'd plagiarized her. And people believed her. Everyone did. Strangers on the internet sneered and spat my name, and my own husband, Charles, chose to believe her over me. Even the International Musical Society rescinded my award and handed it to her without a second thought. My students, who once followed me loyally, were now fawning over her. I became the laughingstock of the entire internet—mocked, discredited, erased. It wasn't until a week later, when someone stumbled upon the charred remains of my lakeside studio, that they found what was left of me.

Grandpa died, and we immediately went for each other's throats over the inheritance. Then a blizzard hit, trapping us all in the family estate. An app appeared on our phones: [THE LAST ZOMBIE: FINAL RECKONING]. We had to pick a hiding spot. The last one standing—the last human standing—would inherit everything. I chose the dark, silent recording studio in the basement. Away from them all. When it was time to pick special powers, my family chose powerful weapons or pocket dimensions full of supplies. I chose Bio-Stasis. It slowed my cells to a crawl, and my body along with them. My stepbrother's fiancée, Chloe, called me an idiot. "Hiding from your family and picking a useless power? You're on a suicide mission." They threw a zombie-slaying party upstairs, already celebrating an inheritance they hadn't even won. Until, one by one, they turned. And started tearing each other apart. What they didn't know... was that I'd rigged the game from the start. The only way to win was to stay completely silent.

Abigail has been living alone in her small apartment since her mother died two years ago. She's a scholar in a prestigious school and always top of her class. She has multiple jobs just to support her daily expenses. She works as a waitress in a restaurant near their school after their class and at the bar every Saturday night as a waitress. She doesn't have a boyfriend since birth. Her reason always is no guy appealed to her or the guy that was fated for her didn't come yet. But she was sick of her friends Cora and Mia forcing her go to on blind dates which always ended in a disaster. When she saw a hot handsome guy at the mall who captivated her eyes, she didn't hesitate to snap a picture of him, show it to her friend, and say. "THIS IS MY BOYFRIEND." Without knowing that simple picture will turn her life upside down.

After my older sister, Cecilia, and I hit adulthood, our parents dropped a bomb: one of us had to run the family business, the other had to marry into the Spencer family in Norwick City. Cecilia, blinded by greed, called dibs on the company without blinking. Problem was, she was all talk. Spent her days jet-setting and partying while the business tanked. Within a year, she'd burned it all to the ground. Me? I got the Spencer name and popped out two boys, locking in my spot as the rich wife. Cecilia couldn't handle it. Jealousy made her snap—she straight-up stabbed me at a family party. Next thing I knew, I was back on the day we had to choose. Cecilia didn't even pause. "I'll marry into the Spencer family. The business can go to Demi." I laughed. My poor, clueless sister—she had no idea she was walking straight into hell.