Southeast Asian Fabric Design

Would you fall in love with someone whose face you've never seen? Why does she captivate him so completely, even though all he has glimpsed are her eyes, peering through the veil’s delicate fabric? What secrets lie beneath? What past does she hide? Every detail about this woman is wrapped in mystery—unspoken truths, carefully guarded omissions, and a silence that speaks louder than words. A veil. A past. Secrets. A love that defies the odds. Are you ready to unravel the mystery behind the veil?

"Please… stop pushing. I can't move." The concert crowd was packed and restless, bodies pressed tightly together. I found myself too close to the girl in front of me. She wore a short skirt that brushed against me every time the crowd surged. What caught my attention was how close we were: the faint warmth of her body through the thin fabric made my pulse quicken. For a brief moment, I thought I felt her react too, as if she sensed the same strange tension hanging between us.

"Leave me alone." He said, yanking his arm away. "No, I won't, not until you feel the sensation all over you." Mumbling a few curses he trapped her in between the wall, "Having a girlfriend and still here being with you feels so right." Brushing his fingers on her cheek, he gave her a peck after peck until she shuddered from the intensity. "Remember this Diaz, you're mine. Only mine." She whimpered, clutching the fabric of his shirt tightly. A popular girl falls for a nerdy boy but in comes a twist. He has a freaking girlfriend ?!

“Miss Bella!” Saad ng isang kasamahan ko sa trabaho. “Nakalagay diyan ang bagong project mo.” Ika nito sabay lapag ng folder. Agent Snow got an assignment again. Hindi tulad ng ibang taong kailangan niyang bigyang serbisyo, ang isang ito ay hindi basta bastang tao. He is one of the dominant and well-known businessman in their country, an Ace! She entered a non-government military secret agency five years ago through the Ace of Hearts, Akihiro Leati Zhang-Hernández, a Chinese-Filipino businessman and a former military personnel. Being the most favored by the boss among the secret agents, she was envied by her colleagues and was often called as a snobbish frost. One day, the boss called her for another mission; aside from protecting a man, she was given the chance to dig clues of the accident that happened five years ago which she suspect is related to her. Assigned in protecting the Ace of Spades of the Asian business, Lance Joshua Villarreal-Sinclair, she was forced to enter the world of the elites where she found herself being dragged into the abyss of finding pieces of clues about her own identity.

After moving to Italy to leave her troubled past, Mykaela pursues a modeling career while living with Miles, her best friend. All seems well and routine until unforeseen circumstances ruin her career plans and force her back to New York. Miles Falco, an artist enjoying the Italian countryside, must choose between the simple life he loves and being successor to a clan of influential businessmen contending for power in all of Italy. Can he escape his predetermined fate? A life of deceit, chaos, and deadly encounters with the mafia? Will they survive the odds that threaten their future together? ◆ PG-16 ◆ cover design: mzmauve

Keluarga Mahendra Orlando merupakan Crazy Rich Asian dari Indonesia yang telah menetap di New York lebih dari 10 tahun. Mereka punya anak kembar: Paris Mahendra Orlando dan Ankara Mahendra Orlando. Meskipun dilahirkan sebagai kembar--mereka sangat jauh berbeda.Paris Mahendra Orlando terlahir sebagai pria pemalas yang mencintai seni lebih dari segalanya. Orang tuanya tidak terlalu mengharapkan Paris. Bagi mereka Paris hanyalah aib keluarga--dia cuma bayi besar yang merepotkan. Hidup Paris terasa lebih berwarna setelah ia bertemu Jessica Flowers--penari tiang yang secara kebetulan bertemu dengannya di beberapa tempat. Berbeda dari Paris, Ankara Mahendra Orlando selalu menuai prestasi. Setelah lulus kuliah, dia meneruskan bisnis perbankan keluarganya, Orlando Best Bank. Ankara sukses besar di dunia bisnis New York dan menjadi inspirasi kalangan muda. Ankara menikah dengan seorang penari balet terkenal di New York bernama Chantelle Grace atas permintaan Ibunya. Ankara tidak mencintai Grace namun berpura-pura seakan dia berhasil membangun sebuah keluarga bahagia. Bagaimana kisah selanjutnya? Bagaimana hubungan Paris dengan penari strip, Jessica Flowers? Bagaimana hubungan Ankara dan penari balet terkenal, Chantelle Grace?

Prita Laura seorang gadis berusia 17 tahun, terpaksa harus menikah dengan Firas Corten pria lumpuh berusia 35 tahun karena keluarganya yang terlilit hutang. Ia harus menjadi seorang istri di tengah pendidikannya yang baru menginjak kelas 3 sekolah menengah atas. Terlebih, disamping statusnya sebagai istri, ia menyukai Irsyad, seorang guru Bahasa Inggris. Seperti apa kelanjutan kisah Prita di tengah status pernikahan dan cintanya? Akankah cinta tumbuh seiring berjalannya waktu untuk Firas atau justru tetap bertahan pada Irsyad, pujaan hatinya? Cover by bing and design by me

I go to the boutique my son has invested in to pick up the gown I've ordered for a banquet. Just as I'm about to leave, the manager, Wendy Reed, stops me and says that I still owe them money. She pulls out the bill. I look down at it and see that the boutique is charging me 300 thousand dollars for their creativity, 500 thousand dollars for fabric therapy, and one million dollars for their chief designer's mental wellness. On top of other expenses, the price totals up to two million dollars. I laugh incredulously and send a message to my secretary. "Withdraw our funding from my son's company and this boutique!"

I am the daughter of the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, my parents are very rich, but I have nothing. When black magic was eating away at me with a month to live, I asked to borrow ten dollars and they said I was "not worthy." I dragged my sickly body to buy the cheapest herbal medicine, but I saw them spending billions of dollars to celebrate my foster sister Vivian's 18th birthday. Tears streamed down my face, I just wanted to spend ten dollars on a piece of fabric and make my own ceremonial robe, even though I wouldn't live to be eighteen.

This is what we do. We fight, we fuck, and we pretend it's fixed. He rips his shirt over his head, the sound of tearing fabric loud in the silence. And I freeze. My hands, which were reaching for him, stop. There. Coiling over his ribs, wrapping around his side, crawling up toward his heart, is an identical replica of Madilyn’s tattoo. "Charlie," he breathes, but it doesn't sound like his voice. His hands are rough, grabbing my hips. One hand slides, pressing hard against my stomach. No. The baby. My baby.