Stolas Dress

Jason Derrick, a 27-year old man. Cold, dreadful and callous criminal feared by others. A high- ranked individual in his confraternity. One whose identity is hidden by all except for three people. He's known as "Black Moon" because of his unique dress code featuring the black colour throughout. His heart is hardened because of the hurtful events he has encountered. He hardly gets sentimental over anything and has nothing to do with girls. A handsome billionaire. Skilled and highly qualified in the professional field. He has two lives. A deadly killer at night and a Hardworking CEO on a blissful day. The day and night have their specific duties. He lives in an isolated region, never been traced. Having lost his family in the most traumatic way and his fiancée, Rose, in the hands of a deadly nefarious man- Stone, He has not been better. However, Stone manipulates him by blackmailing him into doing his criminal activities because of a secret which is to be concealed till death, but his life encounters a change when he met a lady known as Stacy. Stacy Torres is a 24 year old lady. A workaholic, dedicated to her job. She has won many rewards for being the best in her department and company. She lives alone and the daughter of the once-successful business man, Mr Richmond Torres. Despite being very rich, she stooped low to work in a company other than hers. She's a kind soul and naive about some essential parts of life . Everything hovering around her life made her a target for Stone. Her life is in total danger as many thugs and gangs are after her. With happenings around, Jason and Stacy had to live together. Will Stacy be of help to Jason or not? Will Jason be free of Stone?

Une destinée marquée par la complexité attendait inévitablement une personne née avec un handicap, en particulier dans sa quête de l’amour. Chloé Moreau, née avec l’ouïe faible, a été rejetée par sa propre mère et, une fois mariée, a dû faire face au ridicule et aux insultes de son époux, issu d’une famille influente, ainsi que de son cercle social. Lorsque le premier amour de son mari a surgi, cette femme a annoncé au monde sa volonté de reconquérir tout ce qui lui appartenait autrefois. Elle s’est même dressée devant Chloé et lui a lancé : « Tu ne sauras jamais ce qu’est réellement l’amour dans ta vie… T’as-t-il déjà dit "je t’aime" ? Il me le répétait sans cesse… » Ce n’était qu’à ce moment-là que Chloé a pris conscience de sa propre erreur. Son amour profond a été offert à quelqu’un qui ne le valorisait pas ! Elle aurait dû éviter d’épouser quelqu’un qui ne partageait pas ses sentiments ! Résolue à lâcher prise, elle a décidé de rendre la liberté à Dominique Bégonia. « Divorçons, je suis désolée pour toutes ces années », a-t-elle déclaré. Cependant, l’homme n’était pas d’accord : « Le divorce n’est pas envisageable, à moins que je ne meure ! »

It was our sixth wedding anniversary. Lord Tom didn't pledge his vows to me, but instead gave me his family's crest—a dim, unstable mark, the mark of a blood slave. That very night, while solemn hymns echoed through the hall, he performed a blood oath ceremony with his pure-blood first love, Lady Mia. I refused the mark. He let out a cold, humorless laugh. "Love is a luxury only immortals can afford, Rowling," he said. "My union with Mia is a political necessity—to maintain the purity of the bloodline." His gaze turned icy. "You are a mortal. You should be content with my protection. Few receive such a blessing." I didn't speak.I left before dawn. Six years later, we met again at a banquet hosted by the Vampire High Council. Tom walked in with Mia, her silk dress shimmering silver in the moonlight. Under his rule, his family was about to gain a seat in the Senate. His gaze found me. I stood in the hotel's decorative fountain, the water up to my ankles, soaking wet, sand clinging to my dress. A familiar look of contempt flickered across his face. "Rowling," he said coldly. "You refused my protection, mocked my generosity. Now you're rummaging through a public fountain like a beggar." The corners of his mouth curled slightly. "Do you really think any vampire would take in a mortal without a protector?" I didn't look up. I was searching for my son's tourmaline that had fallen into the water. But to my son, it was a seal—an ancient restraint, suppressing a power that shouldn't awaken so early. I could already feel it weakening. If the seal cannot be repaired in time, the power erupting within him will destroy the entire building.

"Don't do this to me please, why are you treating me like this?" She asked him but he ignored her and looked away. She attempted to draw closer to him but he gave her a stern look "Don't you dare touch me! I can't love you Lisa, how many times do I have to tell you this? I don't want you coming anywhere near me ever again....I'm in love with your sister and you know well that our wedding is few months from now. Why are you bent on spoiling our happiness?" "Stop saying that! I met you first, remember? Why do you have to treat me like trash because of her? I love you Dave, my life will not be complete without you! I've always dreamed of carrying your baby! But now you despise me because of her that stole you away from me!" She said as tears rolled down her cheeks. He couldn't utter any more word till he saw her beginning to undress while getting closer to him. Damn! She was going to seduce him with her skimpy dress that revealed too much of her huge breasts, bulging out of it. "What are you trying to do Lisa? Are you insane?" He retorted, drawing away from her reach. "Yes I'm crazy Dave, I'm crazy for you!" She replied as she got further closer to him within touching distance and before he could utter any more word or take further action against her, her lips were pressed forcefully against his as her huge breasts crashed against his hard chest!

Olive came home one day to find her one and only long-term boyfriend balls deep inside her roommate. With her heart crushed, her fighting spirit from hell, and her best friend at her side, she sets out to prove a point. She can be with anyone, if she wants to be. She finds the hottest guy at the nightclub, and has her one night stand with a stranger. In a turn of events, Liv meets Leo, Lucas's best friend, on campus through an accidnet. unaway of the relationship between the two Liv agrees to hang out with Leo and a group of friends unexpectedly running into Lucas again. Lucas, the billionaire playboy, is determined to make her his, but so is Leo, the sweet and innocent billionaire. How will these best friends handle fighting for the same girl? With the trauma of the past sneaking into their lives who will Liv choose? Only one of them gets the girl.*********"If you keep biting your lip like that I won't be able to contain myself." I could feel the warmth of his breath fan over my lips, making me hungry to feel them against me. I bit my lip again as my way of giving him permission. He gave me a sexy smirk before he crashed his lips against mine. His hands gripped at my hips, lifting me up and placing me on the kitchen island. I parted my legs allowing his torso between them as he grabbed my bottom, while parting my lips with his tongue. I let him explore my mouth with a soft moan. His hands left my rear, traveling up my thighs, pushing my dress up along the way. He ran his finger over my dampening slit. "I want to know what you taste like, Rose."

Skye Hale swore she'd never let another person she loved die without answers. Her mother was silenced by a cartel hit, the case buried by the very agency she served. Skye became the hunter instead.  Undercover. Relentless. Willing to burn everything to uncover the truth. Then Zane, the only man who ever made her feel safe, forced her to choose: him or the ghosts. She chose him. They planned a wedding. She almost believed she could leave the darkness behind. Three days before the vows, her best friend Red was gunned down in the same strip club where she danced to survive. The same cartel. The same cover-up. On the morning she was supposed to walk down the aisle, an anonymous file landed in her phone. Proof that Red died trying to help her, and the killer's trail led straight back to the man who once ran her mother's missions. Skye walked out in her wedding dress, left Zane at the altar, and vanished into the night. Now she's deep in Australia's underworld, disguised as a stripper, chasing the same shadows that took everything from her. The addiction she buried years ago is roaring back. Every slow grind on stage, every stranger's hands on her skin, feeding the raw, aching hunger she can't control. But the deeper she digs, the more dangerous the game becomes. A former colleague wants her dead. A protector sent to save her is hiding his own betrayal. And the man who ordered her mother's murder is closer than she ever imagined. Close enough to touch. Close enough to seduce for the final piece of evidence. One wrong move, and she'll lose her life. One right touch, and she'll lose herself. Skye Hale came for justice. She might leave in ashes.

I'm the daughter of the Alpha King of the Werewolf Alliance that's based in Valdoria. In order to give my Alpha fiance whom I've never met before, Lucas Howell, a surprise, I've specifically hidden my scent as a royal she-wolf. Clad in a seemingly ordinary white T-shirt and a pair of jeans, I walk into the venue, where the Dark Shadow pack is hosting their annual celebration. As soon as I take my seat at the main table, which has been reserved for me, I feel someone dumping a glass of red liquid onto me. A she-wolf wearing a red dress that comes with a deep V-neck can be seen standing in front of me. Her expression is one of disdain. "Where did you come from, you filthy Rogue? You really think you get to sit at the main table, huh?" As I wipe the wine stains off my clothes, I do my best to suppress the ferocity of my wolf. "Lucas has specifically reserved this seat for his mate. Why can't I sit here?" The she-wolf acts as though she's heard the biggest joke ever. She then point at her work badge that's pinned on her chest while saying mockingly, "I'm Lucas' personal secretary as well as the future Luna whom everyone has acknowledged. In this pack, my word is the law here. "Guards, drag this delusional half-breed away and throw her out!" What a coincidence. Lucas has just texted me, pleading with me to announce our relationship as soon as possible. I dig out my phone and dial his number. Then, I put my phone on loudspeaker mode. "Your personal secretary claims that she's the future Luna, and she has commanded the guards to throw me out. What's your explanation for this matter, hmm?"

Three years of marriage. Three miscarriages. The day Stella Rowan lost her baby for the third time, Evan Wright was at the hospital with his sister-in-law, waiting for her to give birth to twins. When Stella walked out of the hospital, she finally made her decision. She handed her soon-to-be ex-husband a divorce agreement. “Let’s divorce. It’s for your own good.” “Divorce?” Evan scoffed. “You really think you can let go? And if you’re trying to hold on to me, don’t dress it up as doing me a favor. That fake concern is pathetic.” Stella just smiled. She didn’t argue. She turned and walked away. She really was doing it for his sake. After all, she’d found a new backer. Even though Evan sits atop Harbor City’s financial empire, he’s about to meet someone he can’t afford to cross. Once she cut ties with the past, Stella stopped pretending. One by one, her new identities came to light, leaving the Wright family completely stunned. Wasn’t she supposed to be the girl with no family backing, the easy target everyone bullied? A multinational CEO said, “Stella, get divorced already. I’ve waited long enough.” A financial tycoon declared, “Divorce. If you don’t, I’ll take the Wright family down.” An international lawyer smiled and said, “The divorce itself is easy. Stella, if you’d just look at me once, I’d have everything I need.” Evan had always believed Stella would never leave him. Not until the day he realized she had become someone far beyond his reach. In that moment, every assumption he’d ever made about her collapsed.

MARRYING THE ENEMY OF MY EX-FIANCE  May mga tao pa rin pala na ang tanga pagdating sa pag-ibig, mga taong bulag pagdating sa halaga ng isang tao.  “Pumapayag na akong pakasalan ka.”  Sa araw ng pangatlong pagpaparehistro sana ng kasal nila ay muling hindi dumating si Lucas—para lang sa babaeng hindi nito makalimutan ay handa nitong kanselahin ang pagkuha sana nila ng wedding certificate.  Naghintay maghapon si Aeris ngunit walang Lucas na dumating. Kung hindi niya makukuha ang puso ni Lucas at atensyon ay ititigil na niya ang kanyang kahibangan at pag-aaksaya ng panahon sa paghihintay dito. At sa halip magmukmok ay pinili niyang pakasalan ang pinaka-mortal na kaaway ni Lucas—si Max Aaron Vistan Ledesma.  Sa loob lang ng pitong araw ay binigyan siya ni Max na pag isipan ang lahat, ngunit decidido na si Aeris na pakasalan ito, binura na ni Aeris si Lucas sa kanyang buhay. Sinunog niya ang kanilang mga larawan, ibinenta ang kanilang bahay, iniwan ang kanilang studio, at sinira ang wedding dress na pinagawa nito para sa kanya. Sa ikapitong araw, nagpakasal siya kay Max Aaron Vistan Ledesma  at tuluyang naglaho sa mundo ni Lucas. Tsaka lang narealize ni Lucas  ang katotohanan nang makita niyang nasa bisig na ng ibang lalaki si Aeris— Na ang babaeng tunay niyang minahal ay si Aeris at babaeng gusto niyang protektahan. Pero huli na ang lahat.

My husband, Chandler Goodwin, claims that he doesn't understand what the phrases "silent treatment" or "giving the cold shoulder" mean. Yet, in the three years we have been married, he has never once spoken to me sweetly. The first time we have a falling out, I remain proud and dignified. We end up ignoring each other for seven days straight. The seventh time we have a cold standoff, I start to panic a little. However, despite trying all sorts of methods, he doesn't back down. The 11th time it happens, I have already learned to work through my emotions myself. Chandler doesn't even need to say anything before I take the initiative to apologize first. I simply think that he's just a naturally indifferent person, that nobody can warm his stone-cold heart. Then, on the third year of our marriage, I accidentally ruin his dress shirt while ironing it. Chandler doesn't say a word, but that very night, he packs his things and moves into a hotel. On the third day of being blocked, I head to his company with a handwritten apology. While passing by his office, I spot him leaning over to shoot his angry assistant a doting smile. "I'm sorry for raising my voice at you just now and upsetting you. It's been 57 minutes since you started ignoring me. Please stop giving me the cold shoulder, alright?" I freeze on the spot, the apology letter in my hand practically burning my fingers. As it turns out, it's not that he doesn't know what the silent treatment means—it's just that I've never been the person he wants to coax.