The Black Card

The first day I return to the country, my future mother-in-law, Sophia Damer, smacks a check against my face and says, "Here's five million dollars. Leave my son alone. The Simpsons cannot accept a gold-digging nobody like you!" Before I can even explain myself, the young woman in a white dress hiding behind her says, "Please don't do this, Sophia. If this young lady treats Jay well enough, I don't mind caring for him with her, too." I chuckle. So, Sophia and Crystal Richmond, my half-sister, think that I'm the evil mistress who tried stealing her man away from her, when Jayson Simpson was my boyfriend the entire time. And yet, Crystal still thinks that she's the legitimate one instead. However, seeing that Crystal still doesn't know who I really am, I pick up the check without even looking at it and stuff it into her V-neck dress. "Nice acting. Here's your reward." Then, I take out a black card and fling it onto the table. "Here's ten million dollars, lady. Tell your son to stay away from me and stop bothering me. I find him disgusting! "Oh, and by the way," I say, pointing at Crystal, who is still being shielded behind Sophia's body. "Might I remind you that this young woman you're protecting is just the bastard kid my dad brought home last year. "If you're thinking of using her to get close to the Richmonds, I'm afraid that you're barking up the wrong tree!"

My family was supposed to be the richest of the land, yet I had to refund even a cheap delivery. Why? In my previous life, my housekeeper's daughter got her hands on a trading system. Every cent of money I spent would be hers. She started trying to guilt-trip me into donating to all the impoverished students in her school. It was charity anyway, so I signed a check worth 300 grand. The moment I did, that money became part of her savings, and the amount on my check was zero. Everyone called me names, called me a charlatan. Even the boy toy I spent good money on broke up with me. That girl used my money to donate to charities and became the kind and beautiful heiress. She told everyone I was the housekeeper's daughter instead. Furious, I grabbed my black card and started shopping like crazy. I wanted to prove I was the real heiress, but the balance in my account was cleared immediately. That girl then spent 1.2 million right away, like it was one dollar. She scoffed at me. "Don't try to act like you're rich when you're a broke loser. Your mother doesn't make enough as a housekeeper." The Internet decided to hunt me down. I could not handle the stress, and my mind broke. For some reason, my body withered away at a blistering rate. Before my father could save me, I drew my last breath. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to that fateful day. The day the housekeeper's daughter made me donate to the school.

"I don't think it's a coincidence."Those words were not an opinion rather a point measured with assurance. She didn't look at our differences but focused on what's our strength. She began playing with a purpose and I was just her card by mistake. But everything she did make me who I am today and so are the others. That mysterious girl can be sometimes unreasonable but all I could do was to trust the process.

พิมพ์ชนก หรือ "พิม"นักศึกษาปี 4 คณะนิเทศศาสตร์ ผู้ใฝ่ฝันอยากเป็นนักเขียนบทละครมืออาชีพ เธอเป็นคนฉลาด มีไหวพริบ และมุ่งมั่น เธอเลือกทำงานพาร์ทไทม์ในผับ "Black Velvet" เพื่อหาข้อมูลสำหรับเขียนบทละครส่งอาจารย์ โดยหวังว่างานชิ้นนี้จะเป็นใบเบิกทางสู่วงการบันเทิงโดยไม่รู้เลยว่า เธอกำลังเดินเข้ามาในโลกที่เต็มไปด้วยอันตราย และผู้ชายที่มีอิทธิพล ปกรณ์ มีโครงหน้าเข้มคมชัด หนวดเคราเพิ่มเสน่ห์และความเป็นผู้ใหญ่ ตาแสดงความมั่นใจและดูสุขุม ผมสั้นจัดทรงอย่างดี สวมชุดสูทสีเข้มให้ความรู้สึกภูมิฐานและน่าเชื่อถือ บุคลิกดูสุขุม อบอุ่น แต่แฝงด้วยความมั่นใจในตัวเองเจ้าของผับสุดหรูที่มีชื่อเสียงและอำนาจในวงการกลางคืน ไม่เพียงแต่เป็นเจ้าของผับ"Black Velvet"เท่านั้น แต่เขายังมีธุรกิจหลายอย่างที่เกี่ยวข้องกับ ธุระกิจสีเทาและยังมีบริษัทส่งออกสินค้าไปยังต่างประเทศอีกด้วยและ บริษัทส่งออก ภายใต้ภาพลักษณ์ของชายหนุ่มหล่อที่ดูสุขุมและมีเสน่ห์ เขาคือคนที่ทุกคนต้องเกรงกลัว และในวันที่เขาเห็นพิมพ์ชนกครั้งแรก เขารู้ทันทีว่าเธอจะทำให้เขาไม่สามารถละสายตาได้

On our tenth wedding anniversary, I made a special trip to the salon to have my hair done. While settling the bill, I noticed an extra charge on my account. It was a coloring and perm package. Judging by the price, it was a package meant for waist-length hair. Mine had been cropped short for seven or eight years. I called my husband, Jason Moore. "Have you used my salon membership card recently?" There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before he laughed lightly, "Oh, I lent it to Quincy a few days ago." Quincy Hahn was his business partner, a fine arts student with long hair. She treasured her natural curls more than anything. She would never be willing to dye or perm it. More importantly, her elder sister was a major shareholder of this salon. Why would she ever need to use my card? I said nothing more and ended the call. Then, I headed straight to a location displayed on my phone. In the cafe, a long-haired lady was nestled in Jason's arms. Her freshly permed curls were soft and bouncy, framing her blushed face with certain demureness. Jason had always complained that my short hair made me look rough and manly. I lacked gentleness and charm. It seemed this long-haired lady suited his tastes perfectly.

Memiliki wajah cantik terkadang membuat seseorang menjadi iri hati dan benci. Sama halnya yang dirasakan oleh gadis cantik yang bernama Berlian Puspita. Seorang Kakak yang seharusnya menjadi pelindung dan pengayom untuk seorang adik, kini justru berbanding terbalik dengan keadaan yang dialami oleh Berlian. Sifat iri dan dengki yang dimiliki oleh Berta Maulida membuat gadis malang itu harus selalu berpenampilan kumuh dan menjijikkan. "Kamu lebih pantas untuk menjadi seorang pemulung, Berli! Dan lebih baik sekarang pergilah dan cari uang sebanyak-banyaknya untuk kita!" titah Berta dengan tatapan mata tajam. Bagaimana dengan kisah gadis malang itu? Apakah akan ada seseorang yang baik hati yang bisa menolongnya untuk keluar dari siksaan mereka?

"You think you know hate, Avery?" His voice a dangerous rumble that seemed to roll straight through me. "Hate is easy. It’s the love that complicates everything." "Love? Don't talk to me about love. You wouldn't recognize it if it clawed its way into your heart." Liam's expression darkened, "And whose fault is that, remind me? You destroyed every ounce of it." My eyes filled with tears instantly, my voice so thick, it hurt my throat as the words came out. "And you made me pay for it, in the most horrible way. A person who loved a girl with his whole heart would never be able to do what you've done, what you've allowed to happen. That's why I hate you, because you never loved me, or else you couldn't do all this to me." His eyes sparked with anger "You have no idea what you're talking about." "Maybe I do, maybe I don't," I shot back bitterly, "But it seems like the only thing you're good at is pretending. Pretending to care, pretending to love—" "That's enough!" his voice boomed. "You want to see how real my feelings are? I should teach you a lesson on underestimating them." I tilted my chin up in defiance "Go on then, teach me." The next moment was a blur of motion as he closed the distance between us. His hands gripped my face, not gentle but not cruel—a fervent, desperate hold. His lips met mine in an intense, raw kiss, fueled by anger and deep, relentless desire. The kiss was punishing, his mouth moving against mine with a fierce urgency that left no room for doubts or second thoughts. As he pulled back, his eyes bore into mine, challenging, questioning, daring me to deny what lay between us.

Elle is a tarot card reader who is down on her luck and needs money quickly. She turn's to slinging cards outside of a strip club for extra cash. When she reads for the newly elected shifter wolf alpha Rain she has no idea she is his mate. But, Elle is the last thing Rain needs war is coming to his pack and he isn't exactly trusted as the alpha yet. Can Elle and Rain make their very different worlds work to come together for the better of the pack?

“I curse you, Cyrus. I curse you this day. Your seed shall turn against themselves. Your pack shall turn to ash. Your kingdom shall go to ruins. Your name will be forgotten. Wiped clean from the face of the earth. As dark as your heart is, so shall your days be.” Those were Yemanja's words to Cyrus. Cyrus, the king of Lakewood Kingdom, and Alpha of the largest and strongest pack of wolves, has committed the greatest of atrocities- And now, he is cursed. His Lineage is threatened. His curse is on his seeds- Darius and Lucius. Twin Alpha's. Darius, the first born twin is cursed- A curse that manifests when he is eighteen years old. A curse which prevents him from taking the throne. Lucius the second twin who is born just as the full moon disappears, carries an even greater curse that is an abomination to the Royal Family. He is sent away to hide in shame, to live as an outcast, away from his people. But every curse has a crack and in this case, the crack may be TRUE LOVE. And then the universe has another card up its sleeve, a card that involves a romantic bond between Yemanja's granddaughter, who is an hybrid witch-wolf and the Twin Brothers. Would their love be strong enough? Read to find out how the power of love can break generational curses.

Biglang inatake sa puso ang aking mom, at mabilis na umapaw ang kaniyang medical bills bago pa man ako makahinga nang maayos.   Desperado na ako kaya agad akong humarap sa mayaman kong boyfriend sa pagasa na baka makatulong siya sa akin, o makaisip manlang ng solusyon sa sitwasyon. Pero sa halip na suporta ang aking matanggap, nagpakawala siya ng isang tirada na mas matindi pa sa kahit na anong salitang narinig ko.   “Ito ba ang dahilan kung bakit ka sumama sa akin? Para sa pera ko? Wala kang pinagkaiba sa ibang mga babaeng nagbibigay sa kanilang mga sarili sa akin. Parepareho kayong lahat—kaawa awa at walanghiya kayong mga babae kayo!”   Bago pa man ako makapagreact, agad niya na akong itinulak palabas ng pinto.   At nang maintindihan niya ang buong kwento, binigyan niya ako ng isang bank card nang hindi nagtatanong ng kahit na ano. “Candice”, tahimik nitong sinabi gamit ang nagsisisi niyang boses. “Birthday mo ang password nito.”   Hindi ako nagsabi ng kahit na ano sa kaniya. Hinayaan kong mahulog ang card sa sahig bago ako umalis nang hindi lumilingon sa kaniya.