Tiya Isabel Monologue Script

She was just a girl who wanted her fairytale wedding night. Isabella got engaged to Xavier Gustavo, her long term crush, but she was a poor country side girl, her world is totally different from that of Xavier. Getting into the Guastovo family was not all roses as she thought, she was constantly maltreated and humiliated by the Guastovo's whenever Xavier was absent. The night came, the night that ruined everything for her as she fell victim to circumstances, leading to an unwanted pregnancy two days to her wedding. She was abandoned at the alse by Xavier in front of the press as he couldn't keep to his promise of standing by her, at of humiliation of being gested as the abandoned bride she decided to commit suicide vowing to come back as a wealthy heiress in her next life but was Saved by an unknown…. She's back, no longer as Isabella Santos the poor wretched girl but now as Mrs Bella Houston most popular and wealthy model, she swore to get back at the Gustavo's for hurting her……

A ring? A thing that is so beautiful to wear... An accessory to your fingers – A jewelry, a simple jewelry. Pero hindi inasahan ni Avianna Alejandro, a famous actress na ang simpleng bagay na ito ay magbibigay sa kaniya ng mas komplikadong buhay. A life she never dreamed of having but just happened to her in an instant nang ma-involve siya sa isang Engr. Primotivo Alarcon, the mysterious cold-hearted rich bachelor.

Erika Chandra siswi cerdas di SMU Nusa Bangsa dikenal sebagai anti K-Pop dan segala hal yang berbau Korea. Prestasinya yang menonjol, selalu dijadikan contoh teladan bahwa menjadi fangirl tidak akan menghasilkan prestasi apa-apa. Tetapi yang tidak diketahui banyak orang, Erika adalah fangirl kelas kakap. Di kamarnya ia memiliki kotak harta karun dan mengidolakan seorang aktor Korsel, Kim Jae Min. Bahkan Eri membuat akun medsos khusus untuk fangirling. Fangirling adalah cara Eri untuk melarikan diri dari kesedihan karena ketidakakuran kedua orang tuanya yang baru saja bercerai. Dunia halu Eri mendekati nyata ketika SK Agency—manajemen Kim Jae Min—mengumumkan audisi menulis untuk beberapa negara. Pemenangnya akan mendapat pelatihan khusus di Jepang. Menjadi salah satu pemenang membuka kesempatan Eri untuk bertemu idolanya. Masalahnya, Kim Jae Min tak sebaik penampilan luarnya. Eri akhirnya merasakan kerasnya dunia fangirl sesungguhnya. Apakah ia akan survive? Nyawa Eri bisa saja jadi pertaruhan.

The sky turned red, and meteors fell. Screams and explosions everywhere. For an unknown reason, people started having magic abilities.. Most were happy, but it didn't last long. Soon came the undead. To survive, kill, or be killed. Her mom disappeared. She was betrayed by her ex-fiance' and killed by her step-sister. Now she's back a year before the apocalypse, equip with magical space, this time will it be the same? Warning: mature scenes, gore & violence. Hi readers, I'm an amateur author. Please be lenient with me. This is my first novel, so please allow me to grow. Suggestions will be appreciated. Thanks!!! This story, characters, and places are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people, places, and events is purely coincidental. Would you like to buy me a cup of coffee? https://ko-fi.com/oppo_red pictures source: https://pixabay.com/ https://www.canva.com/

Llevaba ocho años casada con José García, durante los cuales él había llevado a noventa y nueve chicas a casa. Y, aquella tarde, la joven número cien estaba frente a mí. Me miró desafiante, antes de preguntar en dirección a él: —Señor García, ¿esta es tu esposa inútil? —Sí —respondió José con indiferencia, recostado en su sillón. Tras esto la joven se acercó a mí y me abofeteó desdén, mientras decía, riendo: —¡Esta noche escucharás lo que es una verdadera mujer! Y así fue. Pasé toda la noche en el salón, obligada a escuchar sus gemidos. A la mañana siguiente, como siempre, José me ordenó que preparara el desayuno. Pero esta vez, negué con la cabeza. Al parecer, él había olvidado que nuestro matrimonio era un simple acuerdo, un matrimonio por conveniencia… Al que solo quedaban tres días para llegar a su fin.

Isabelle Dempsey, an up-and-coming chef, decides to leave Miami to spend a season with friends Zachary and Gwendolyn Monaghan in Alaska. What she didn't expect was to end up stranded at the North Pole in a race to prepare the perfect Christmas alongside Gustaf Bergqvist, the charming cook at her friends' inn. Follow this romantic story in a place where days last only four hours, the northern lights dance in the night sky, the Christmas spirit lives on all year round and broken hearts can be healed

A ring? A thing that is so beautiful to wear... An accessory to your fingers - A jewelry, a simple jewelry. But I did not expect that this simple thing would give me a more complex life. A life I never dreamed of having but just happened to me in an instant. In the blink of an eye, everything changed -

She vanished from her past, became an ex-convict to save the billionaire BlackVale heir, Ethan. But little did she know that Ethan was sleeping with her stepsister, and his plan to marry her was only for his devious reasons. She smartly escaped her shadowy legacy to reclaim her birthright as the trillionaire heiress. Now, Isabella Hartman returns, fierce, unbreakable, and poised to dismantle the empire that betrayed her. Her enemies wouldn’t let her strive and now, there was a new love interest for in her in the same family she was once betrayed. Would she risk her empire to team with this BlackVale blood who swept her off her feet in style? “Hi, I am not Ethan BlackVale, I am Elijah Black.” Some legacies aren’t just inherited, they’re hunted.

Willa Roane dies the same night she catches her boyfriend in bed with her sister. Instead of waking in peace, she’s dragged onto a ghostly bus and informed—by a mocking intercom—that she’s entered the Survival Game: a twisted show where the dead are thrown into lethal, terrifying worlds for the cruel amusement of an unseen audience. The rule is simple: survive each round… or your soul is erased forever. Her only ally is Corvin Thorne, the devastatingly beautiful stranger who yanked her off the road and onto the bus. A hybrid vampire–werewolf with a past soaked in blood, Corvin is bound by a wicked secret contract to keep Willa alive… or forfeit his own soul to the game. As they descend deeper into the nightmare realms—from a monster-ruled Dracula Castle to ruined neon cities—Willa realizes she is the key. The deadly worlds are twisting around her darkest fears and fantasies, turning her own horror stories into elaborate traps. She isn’t just a player; she’s the author of the chaos. And the man sworn to protect her may be the only thing she can’t control. Now Willa must rely on the dangerous man she’s falling for, a man who swore he would never love again. The heat between them is undeniable, but as their bond deepens, it’s impossible to tell which is more dangerous: the monsters hunting them… or the love that could destroy them both. Love might be beautiful—but in this game, it’s never sweet. It’s a weapon, a weakness, and the one thing that might rewrite the rules of Hell itself: desire. ---

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.