The Still Point Book

รางวัลยอดเยี่ยม ประเภทวรรณกรรมเยาวชน ประจำปี 2544 "ส้มสีม่วง" เป็นรางวัลยอดเยี่ยม ประเภทวรรณกรรมเยาวชน ประจำปี 2544 "ส้มสีม่วง"

The story of the tumultuous life of the female lead Lily when she is engaged to be engaged to Venn Edward - a talented young CEO. Through misunderstandings and tears, they gradually understood each other and lived happily ever after.

makapaniwala si Kobe na sa isang iglap, biglang siyang ikakasal. Kasalukuyan na ini-enjoy palang niya ang pagiging malaya dahil sa kaka-graduate pa lang sa kursong kinuha nito. At wala pa siyang balak na pwersahin ang sarili sa trabahong binibigay ng kanyang ama. Isang hindi kilalang babae ang pakakasalan ni Kobe, na ni minsan ay hindi pa niya nakilala. Hindi rin niya matandaan sa mga naging babae nito ang babaeng pakakasalan. Napuno ng galit ang dibdib pati na ang isipan lalo na ang malaman ang mga kasinungalingan ng babae, kaya para makaganti 'ay sasaktan niya ito ng labis. Para kay Camilla, isa mang kabaliwan ang kanyang ginawa hindi naman niya 'yun pinagsisihan dahil nakilala niya ang isang Kobe Herrera.

Kobe couldn't believe that in an instant, he would suddenly get married. He is currently enjoying freedom because he has just graduated from the course he took. And he has no intention of forcing himself into the job his father gives him. He will marry an unknown woman, whom he has never met. He also can't remember the bride who became his wife. Anger filled his heart and mind for the woman especially when he knew her lies. To get revenge, he will hurt her very much.

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There's this unspoken rule in werewolf high society: no matter how tight the mate bond is, business banquets mean booking a hostess. Six years into our bond, my Alpha mate—Brian Stormclaw—met one. Louise. A scrappy Omega with too much pride and not enough sense. When he offered her his black card, she pushed it back and said, "I'm not some Alpha's pampered pet." Brian? Instantly hooked. Like the Moon Goddess herself had dropped her in his lap. He chased her like he wanted her mark on every pack crest. But he forgot something—I was the Luna he wrote ninety-nine love letters to before I said yes. I didn't beg. Didn't snap. Every time he chose her over me, I lit another letter. First one burned on our anniversary—he bailed to wait outside Louise's flower shop, just to walk her home. Letter thirty-four? He left me stranded in a dangerous hunting ground to keep her company. Said she was scared of the dark. Fifty-two? Torched the second he replaced our wedding photo with some sketch she made on. ... And when the ninety-ninth turned to ash, so did whatever was left of us. I walked away. For good.

타인의 감정을 온도로 읽는 결벽증 분석가 은채령과 어떤 상황에도 36.5도를 유지하는 냉혈한 CSO 강진혁. 신소재 프로젝트를 빌미로 시작된 비밀스러운 ‘감각 분석’ 계약은 점차 통제 불능의 욕망으로 번진다. ​장갑 너머 전해지는 아찔한 온기 속에 채령은 자신의 방어벽이 녹아내리는 것을 느끼고, 진혁은 그녀의 임계점을 집요하게 파헤치며 지배하려 든다. 서로를 무너뜨리려는 위험한 게임 끝에 도달한 완전한 용해, 그 치명적이고 뜨거운 기록.

I met my mate, Alpha Draven, at the bonding ceremony of our classmate Raven—seven years after I rejected him. But everything had changed. He was still handsome and prestigious, with his beautiful mate clinging to his side. And me? I stood there in an old-fashioned uniform, black-rimmed glasses perched on my nose— a relic from another world. Yes. We were from two completely different worlds now. In the middle of the ceremony, I overheard some werewolves whispering and laughing. "Draven, have you finally moved on from her rejection? It's been seven years, after all." His smile faded. "Honestly, I didn't even recognize her at first glance today." Their words struck me like claws to the heart. I couldn't breathe. So I left—quietly, halfway through the ceremony—before the pain could completely devour me.

Following the success of her two novels, Cela receives an offer for the TV adaptation of her stories but a third story has to be written soon to complete a three-story special. She is not in to the project until she rediscovers the paper bearing the address of the meeting place of her supposed first date with Nate. Now that her mother is no longer around to interfere, she becomes inspired to reunite with him after many years and hopefully write the third novel based on their new story. Unfortunately, he is now about to get married in two months. Disappointed with the turn of events, she decides not to meet him again. She visits their old meeting place and finds it a good place to write but unexpectedly meets him there. They agree not to talk to each other if they meet there again but fate leads them to meet again under different circumstances leaving them no choice but to speak to each other. Suddenly, Nate’s fiancée starts acting weird and suggests that he spend the weekend with Cela while she is away. Although it confuses him, he figures that it is her way of helping him get closure. The two spend one Sunday reminiscing the past expecting a closure in the end but the wonderful moment they share this time only makes it harder to achieve that closure so Cela has to put a stop to it saying, “Please don't think even for a second that there is still something left or something new to explore after everything that happened or did not happen. This is not a novel. This is reality. We don't get sequels or spin-offs in real life. We just continue. We move forward and that's how we get to the ending."

My husband had just ducked into the bathroom when his phone started ringing. I glanced at the screen and saw it was his brother calling. A frown creased my brow, but I answered anyway. "George, why haven't you sent the $10,000 to Mom and Dad this month?" Ross Serrano said. "Mom just asked me about it." I hung up without a word, but a rush of fury surged through me. My husband stood at the bathroom door, his hands still dripping wet. I forced a bitter smile. "You make $8,000 a month, right? $3,000 goes to the mortgage, $2,000 to me, and you pocket $1,000 for yourself. You told me you sent $2,000 to your parents, so how did that magically turn into $10,000?" His lips quivered, his face draining of color. My heart sank, and my hands trembled uncontrollably. We'd been married for five years, and I'd never once laid eyes on his bank card. What other secrets was he keeping from me?