Taeyeon Fine

Hakim was every girl's dream at Northwest High, and every guy's role model. He was hot, smart, popular, romantic and all, and every girl's dream was to get laid by him. He was living the dream life, but he had one single problem; Dante. Dante was the complete vice versa of Hakim. Soft, gentle, unnoticed, innocent, and these traits drew Hakim's heart towards him, and for that reason, Hakim hated him. He hated his lingering gazes and admiring glances, and he hated that he felt the need to hold him, to protect him, and for that reason he resolved to torment Dante, making his high school days unbearable. Dante was forever scarred by him, and his heart broke into pieces. Now, years later, after the two drifted apart, going on to their two separate worlds, Dante builds an image for himself, he is no longer the timid, innocent boy he was back at Northwest High, but is now a top corporate lawyer in the industry, and a fine one at that. What happens when he is hired by a law firm and finds out that his boss is no other person but Hakim? What will evolve as mysteries unfold and actual truth gets told?

"Hey, what's your laptop's specs?" My colleague, Dexter Grant, pushes my laptop back to me with a deep frown on his face. I'm busy editing my blueprints, so I respond to him without lifting my head. "It's the latest model. The motherboard is i7 12-Gen, and I have a 64-GB ram installed in it. What's wrong?" "That's impossible!" Dexter shakes his head. "All I did was open Photoshop earlier, and yet the laptop was stuck for three whole minutes! Not even my own laptop, which has lasted me for three years, is as slow as yours! "Also, there are scratch marks left behind by a screwdriver on your laptop's casing. It's clear that someone has cracked your case in the past before installing it back on." My heart sinks at Dexter's observations. I quickly flip over my laptop and take a look at it. It's true that there are two fresh scratches near the laptop's vent. The edge of the casing was slightly jutted upward as well. The sight leaves me shell-shocked. The thing is, my laptop was still fine when my cousin, Joe Clinton, borrowed it from me three months ago…

“Let me go Sandro I do not want this marriage anymore” Five years ago, Elena Moretti made a mistake, a careless one. A one night stand with a stranger, she thought everything was fine if she could pretend it never happened but when that night left her pregnant, her parents forced her into marriage with the ruthless, cold Alessandro De Luca. Alessandro never wanted a wife. Marriage meant nothing to him but he was forced into a marriage with the girl he had a one night stand with, a girl from a family with a falling empire, convinced she did this to seduce him for her family gain he made their marriage-unbearable, loveless, distant and built on nothing but obligation. For five years Elena endured his cruelty raising their son in silence. Now she’s done, she wants out. But just as she prepares to leave, their daughter is kidnapped by Sandro’s enemies, forcing them into working together. As they navigate a deadly game of power and betrayal, Elena starts to see the man behind the monster—the husband who was never hers, the father willing to burn the world for their child. Is it too late to turn hatred into love? Or is she going to take the risk of opening her heart again to the man who hurt her?

At twenty, Lacey and I married into the Blackridge Pack’s elite Hale family. Fated mates are rare among nobility, so the Hale brothers had to choose us as their mates. In my last life, Lacey chose the charming Caleb. But Caleb didn't love her; he spent their wedding night with an ex and eventually moved his pregnant mistress next door. The pack mocked Lacey until her wolf spiraled into madness. I married the eldest, Damon. Branded as Luna, I earned the Council’s respect. Consumed by envy, a dying Lacey dragged me off a twenty-eighth-floor balcony. Now, I’m back on Selection Day. Lacey immediately grabs Damon’s arm. She’s reborn, too. "Tessa, you take Caleb," she hisses, claiming Damon before I can. I glance at Caleb. He’s staring out the window, clearly loathing this arrangement. Damon doesn't even look at me. "Fine," I say. If she wants Damon, she can have him. She clearly has no idea what being Luna actually costs. "No regrets," Lacey smirks. "No breaking the bond until death." I smile. "Deal."

Emily Benson was in love just as every growing teenager could be. She was determined to give her all, for who could give the true love she ever wanted without conditions? In the long run, not only did she find love in the eyes of prince charming (Jason Walter) but only the consequences of being in love with him followed soon after. Sandra Leslie had sworn to make life miserable for Emily as she believes Emily has destroyed the life of her brother and stolen the heart of her lover. Despite her asthmatic condition, Emily did not hold back the adventures love had for her with Jason, risking her own life wasn't enough until she got herself in an emotional mess with Jason cheating on her. Although Jason was a fine looking lad, appearance doesn't explain the heart of man. However, Sandra with all her mischievous plots almost succeeded in ruining the life of Emily Benson by sabotaging her but eventually landed herself in prison. Emily seemed abandoned and had thought love can only be a disaster after being through the consequences. Nevertheless, the greatest surprise Jason made, ensured in all that could happen in a tested fate of theirs, love will surely find a way.

Alexander Davis, a popular singer in Las Vegas. Member if KAM BOYS, A popular music band. He has everything he want. Money, look, killer body, women flocking around him and rich parent. He's life was perfectly fine until one day an anonymous rumour was spread about him being a gay. One thing Alex despises is love and ladies. He believes lady should be dump and replace ASAP. One thing which make him hate ladies was is ex girlfriend. He caught his ex girlfriend cheating on him with his cousin which caused him heartbreak. After surviving a ghastly car accident. He was assigned a personal nurse who looked after him. Stacey Jones, a twenty three year nurse. Grow up in an orphanage after losing her parent in a fire explosion. Her life was perfect until she was assigned as the person nurse of Alexander Davis. The duo swear to make each other life unbearable and a living hell. Things become worst for Alex when his ex girlfriend came back claiming she love him and she's not ready to give up for they love

“Fine, but there should be rules.” I said sitting back down. “There is one, don't fall in love with me, Ice Queen.” He said with an ecstatic voice. “I’d be caught dead before that happens!” “We’ll see.” He muttered with a smirk on his face. Everything… Amara Forger had lost everything, from her company to her name. She had given years of hard work and love to the people who tore down to the ground. She is now caught in the middle of a whole lot of drama, but something happens. She is offered help from the one person who she would have never imagined to help her. Her number one enemy, Roman Winters. He offers to marry her and in return he would help her save her firm and return everything she lost while she would help him do something that was biting him down. Amara agrees, but then she sees the terror in the Winters household and she also learns things about Roman that she didn't know. She begins to put things together, but the question remains. Can you fake emotions forever without them turning real?

“Emily,” Olivia Carter said, covering her bruised cheek with a mocking smile, “but the son of that family… he’s in a vegetative state. Been like that for three years. You really want to marry him?” Emily’s expression didn’t change. She simply smiled faintly. “I’ll marry him,” she said firmly. Her voice was calm, resolute, unshaken. Marrying a normal man might have been intimidating. But a vegetative man? Didn’t that mean she was practically not married at all? What could a man in a coma do to her? “Emily, think carefully. If you agree, I’ll contact the family and arrange a meeting tomorrow,” Victoria said, cautious now. “Fine,” Emily nodded. “Once the marriage certificate is ready, I’ll personally come to collect the money. Emily Carter never imagined that a single marriage contract could change her life overnight. Forced to wed a comatose billionaire to save her mother, she steps into a world of unimaginable wealth, ruthless family politics, and secrets that could destroy her. But when Kellan Scott suddenly wakes from his coma—and asks for a divorce—Emily’s carefully balanced life shatters.

My mom gave birth to a pair of twins. While I lived with my grandma in the countryside since young, my younger sister, Katrina Coffey, got to live with our parents. I only got to live with my family after I got into a high school in the city. I thought I'd be able to experience what it feels like to be loved by my family. What I didn't know was that this would be the start of my nightmares. My family alienated me, treating me as though I were an outsider. My status was even lower than that of Katrina's dog. Later on, Katrina forcibly stuffed a piece of mango, which I was allergic to, into my mouth. Her excuse was that she wanted to help me get rid of my allergy. I tried to plead with my parents for help with great difficulty, but they merely glanced at me icily. "What's with the complaints? Are you saying that we can't have mangoes anymore because of you from now on?" "What allergy? All you have to do is eat more mangoes, and you'll be fine!" What they didn't know was that people actually die from severe allergies.

Eight months into my pregnancy, my husband finally makes time from his police duties to go to a prenatal checkup with me for the first time. The moment we step into the hospital, his satellite-encrypted phone buzzes urgently. The caller ID flashes briefly, and just like that, the man who's always calm and collected panics. "Honey, it's a red alert. Another international fugitive just crossed the border. I… I'm sorry…" He's clearly anxious, yet his tone is firm, leaving no room for argument. After apologizing, he rushes off. As I watch his SUV speed out of sight, my fist clenches tightly, crumpling the prenatal checkup sheet. I flag down a cab, slide into the car, and swiftly instruct the driver, "Follow that car. Don't lose it." A Red Notice for a fugitive? What a joke. My father, who works at the National Security Agency, barely catches wind of a notice like that. Yet, somehow, a mere police chief who only assists with cases is suddenly tasked with catching a high-priority criminal. Fine, then. I can't wait to meet the superior who's given him such an urgent assignment.