Novel & Cerita The Cover Guy Review

"Gabriel, even if Ana is the hospital director, you can't waste money like this. Just get the funeral over with—she was just an old woman. Don't you think it's a waste to use a morgue drawer for a bumpkin hag like your mom?" He pulled out a business card and handed it to me. "This is a crematorium on the outskirts of the city that specializes in unclaimed bodies. It's cheap, and they can get the cremation done in a single day." I clenched my fists in anger. Anastasia stepped in front of him, shielding him with an unapologetic expression. "He's just trying to save us money. Your mom's already dead. She won't know it, no matter how much you spend. What's the point of all this formal nonsense?

“Look it's Bram! “ When the girls heard its name this made the girls at the back of Aminah make noise and even Pia scream out loud which makes Aminah cover her ears. "Go, Bram!" "I love you, Bram" These cheers made Aminah divert her attention from Bram who was shining like a diamond under the burning sun. Bram was in his jersey uniform his sweat was running down from his head down to his body and arm, it shines like a crystal when it hits the sun. This complement his brown skin tone that just makes him more masculine, it makes him look more manly compared to the other player. Aminah feels the heat in her cheeks while looking at Bram, the same scenario in their room where she felt like they w

Mel was beginning to feel the effects of the bourbon. "We're not the military, Mel," Stuart's tone was completely devoid of any humor. "There is no ‘don't ask, don't tell’ policy in U.N.C.L.E., and the agency doesn't discriminate." "Which is why, if you noticed, there is no silhouette of a man on the insignia." Don picked up his card and returned it to his jacket pocket. "You're right, Ms. Tyler, Stuart is a movie critic, which gives him an excellent cover identity so he can travel incognito to all parts of the world on assignment while he's also writing reviews."

Julian raised his hand, greeting Eddie with a smile, looking very sweet mixed with a bad boy aura. "Wow! Very charismatic." Complimented the genius. "Hmp!" said the Bodyguard. And Eddie could only shake his head and say, "You guys are beyond help." He sighed. In front of them, the man named Montana seemed to be confused by the attitude of the hooligan as he greeted Eddie Franklin. "You know Eddie Franklin?”

Hello everyone! Sumi-yaah here, the author of 'What Page Are You On, Mr. Male Lead'. First of all, I wanted to thank you for all your support so far. Without you all, I wouldn't have the will to continue this novel at all. On that note, look at our new cover I commisioned from @JEIJANDEE on i*******m. She is a great artist and brought out what I think Heather looked like! What do you think of our new cover?

His presence was commanding, a power that charged the air around us, impossible to dismiss. Axel leaned against the doorway, fitting snugly in its frame as if it had been custom-built just for him. His white tee clung casually to his sculpted form, the fabric stretched across the broad expanse of his chest, effortlessly defining the muscles beneath. The outline of his biceps was striking, a display of strength not meant for intimidation but as a testament to countless hours of dedication at the gym.

But before I could go and get it Alex spoke aloud as to who was calling, making me gulp nervously hearing the name. Why the hell did he call me? Levias grip tightened on me clearing showing his displease hearing who was on the phone. ------------------------------------ ALEX COOKIE...what type of name is it... DREW It's a guy... RILEY Let me see...Let me see JULIA OMG He is hot.... look at his tattoos * * * * * Say who do you think is COOKIE? What is his relation with Neet? How will Lev react after knowing who he is?

I was so close! “Easy, girl,” the First Guy says, cupping my cheeks. “Next question. Who is your inside person?” “Allan McCoy, Sir,” I answer without missing a beat. I want these questions to be over so I can get my climax. It’s all I can think about. “Where is he?” “Dead, sir,” I reply as fast, but his brow creases, like he doesn’t believe me. I want less talking and more action right now. “Your men got him. How else do you think my cover was blown?” I snap.

A feeling of unease crept over him, and he was about to turn around and walk away when suddenly, the door opened, and a very tall man emerged from inside. “Boss,” Hunter greeted respectfully, bowing slightly toward him. “What do you have there?” The man asked, raising an eyebrow and gesturing toward the magazine Hunter held. Gazing down at it, Hunter replied, “Genevieve, she made the front cover of Instylist. And now all the news coverage is about her.” “What?!” The man exclaimed loudly, looking outraged, and grabbed the magazine out of Hunter’s hands. “Let me see!” On the front cover was Genevieve, wearing a breathtakingly flowing blue dress that perfectly showed off her beauty. Her hair f

"Whose connections am I relying on?" "Don't play dumb." Tasha leaned closer and raised her voice. "Everyone in the company knows how you got in back then. If you didn't have some shady relationship with that former VP who resigned, do you think you'd still be sitting in this position?" "Exactly," Vinny snickered. "You don't even dress that well—those bags you carry are probably knockoffs, right? Saved all your money to keep a pretty boy on the side?" That smear was impressively vicious.