Sun Rising Photo

On my birthday, I wait at a restaurant until they close for the night, yet Rebecca Shaw doesn't show up. Later, I see that her childhood friend, Hugh Somers, has shared a photo on his social media. "Thanks for the yacht, Rebecca! Let's take it for a spin tonight!" I like the photo and comment on it. "Have fun." In the next second, Rebecca calls me. "He's my assistant. I'm just rewarding him for closing a big deal! What's your problem? Do you have to be so sarcastic, you worthless piece of trash?"

Celeste Cox sent me a photo on WhatsApp. I opened it to find a picture of the school heartthrob and me in an intimate embrace, the pose as suggestive as could be.

He’s the ruthless Alpha. She’s the Omega no one wanted. Together, they’ll break every rule. Thalia has always been the lowest of the low—an outcast Omega in a world that only respects strength. She’s spent her life being invisible, overlooked, and barely surviving. But when Zephyr, the powerful and feared Alpha of the Rising Sun Pack, chooses her as his mate, everything changes. Zephyr is cold, untouchable, and known for his merciless rule. Mates aren’t supposed to be weak, and Thalia—timid, unshifted, and far from perfect—doesn’t fit the bill. But the bond between them is undeniable, and Zephyr has made his claim. In a pack that craves dominance, his choice shocks everyone—and provokes enemies. As Thalia is thrust into a world of dangerous politics, brutal challenges, and a pack that wants her gone, she must prove she’s more than just an Omega. But Zephyr isn’t just fighting for her place at his side—he’s fighting his demons, and the closer they grow, the more dangerous their connection becomes. Caught between pack traditions and Zephyr’s dark, possessive nature, Thalia must find her strength… or risk losing everything, including her life. Two broken souls. One unbreakable bond. Can an outcast Omega and a ruthless Alpha defy their fate—or will they destroy each other?

In New York’s Upper East Side, there were two heirs. One was a speed-obsessed daredevil dominating the racetracks, the other was a brilliant actuary who controlled the flow of capital. Born into powerful families and polar opposites in temperament, yet they grew up side by side as each other’s only best friend. They had fought over girls and bickered endlessly over racing bets. However, at fifteen, there was one thing they did in perfect unison. They each put on the same roughly carved bronze badge. They were trinkets Mia had idly made during a craft class, marked only by a faint “M” scratched on the back. Back then, Mia was seated in the last row of the classroom. Her background was a complete mystery to everyone. Yet they wore that badge for ten whole years. Whether standing on the F1 podium or locking in billion-dollar trades at the exchange, the cheap little badge on their chests never changed. Until Ella showed up. She was the cherished daughter of a rising conglomerate family. She hand-stitched two gold-thread fabric patches and gifted them to them. The patches looked so ordinary they looked like the kind of trinket you would find three for a dollar at a flea market. And yet, they both replaced their bronze badges with her plain patches. Mia did not say anything. She simply folded away an old newspaper clipping with a photo of the three of them smiling together. That night, she called her father in Sicily. Her voice was emotionless. “Papa, I accept the marriage arrangement.”

Wei never chose this marriage, she certainly did not choose this arrogant man, who are you to marry the sun? What sun? I never chose you After finding her sister in bed with her fiancé Wei is forced to give him up and marry the cold Billionaire at her fathers behest. This is not the man she loves, not even the man she likes but as fate would have it, he’s the one she ends up with.

My once best friend posted a photo on her social media account on the tenth anniversary of my marriage. In the photo, her daughter and my son were wrapped in my husband's and her arms. The caption said, 'The perfect pair.' I commented, 'Perfect indeed.' Soon, the post was deleted. The next day, my husband rushed home and asked me, "Sophie is finally recovering. Why are you provoking her?" My son even pushed me and accused me, "It's all your fault for making Tammy cry." I took out the divorce papers and threw them in their faces. "Well, it's my fault, so I quit your perfect family of four."

The saying goes that the moon and the sun were once lovers, destined to be together for all time. And that in a jealous rage the stars cursed them to be separated for all eternity. They say the sun loved the moon very much, so much so, that the sun died every day just to let the moon breathe. Alexa was a normal teenage girl, or at least she believed she was. When she and her family moved to a small town in South Dakota after the loss of her father she didn't expect to be into a world she believed didn't exist. Now Alexa has to fight the crushing feelings of her past, discover the truths about the lies told to her, her entire life, and accept the affections of a man she has never met. On top of it all, she has to accept the truth about who she really is. Can she do it?

My boyfriend is a forensic artist. He was forced to make a harrowing decision to save his first love. At the killer's demand, he created a portrait from a photo—he never realized that the young girl in the photo was me in my childhood. Two weeks later, the police investigate a grisly bomb explosion and dismemberment case. The victim's identity was unrecognizable, and the investigation dragged on for days as the authorities desperately searched the blast site, looking for my remains. After three days and nights, they finally recovered enough of my remains to reconstruct my face. When my boyfriend unknowingly brought the shattered fragments back to life with his art, he was confronted with a horrifying truth—one that drove him to the edge of madness.

My husband lies to me about working late on Christmas Day. I know he wants to give me a surprise—I saw a jewelry set worth millions of dollars in his pocket. However, all I receive is the news of him pretending to be Santa Claus as he delivers a gift to his female secretary. She flaunts it on social media. "You're the most precious Christmas gift I've gotten." My husband changes the background photo on his social media to a photo of them together. I smile and like the post. Later, the secretary comes to me and smugly says she's pregnant. Meanwhile, I pull out a diagnosis report verifying that my husband is sterile. "Checkmate!" She visibly panics.

On my wedding day with Jack Miller, he ran off with his first love As if to taunt me, he would send a photo of himself with her from every new destination they visited. I was getting a manicure and enjoying imported French pastries with my afternoon tea when I received their ninety-ninth photo. But after three years of absence, Jack suddenly returned. He pointed at my wedding photo with someone else and shouted, “How dare you fool around with another man while I was gone!" I couldn't help but laugh. "What other man? I've been married to my husband for three years now." "Jack, you didn't actually think I was waiting for you all this time, did you?"