Two Stanza Poem Using Visual Imagery

For two years, Cara Stone and her husband, Henry, have struggled to have a baby. Desperate, she turns to artificial insemination, using Henry's sperm in the hopes of becoming a mother. The plan works and she becomes pregnant. On the day she's to break the news to Henry, she comes home and finds him in bed with someone else. But the surprises don’t stop there. When Cara discovers that the fertility clinic she used had accidentally switched the sample, she learns that the child growing inside her isn’t Henry’s—it belongs to Wesley Morano, a notorious billionaire playboy and Mafia Don. Wesley, not ready to settle down, had secretly provided his genetic material, needing a surrogate to carry his heir. Reeling from the shock, Cara’s life takes another unexpected turn when Wesley offers her a formal contract to keep the baby—and pay her handsomely for doing so. As their arrangement deepens, Cara is pulled into Wesley’s dangerous world, where every step she takes puts her unborn child at risk and her life on the line.

This is a story about Zoe, who was travelling back to the country to surprise her twin sister and her five year old son, only to find out that her twin sister Chloe is married to her son's father using her identity.

Despite using my cornea, my husband, Felix Halward, forced me to kneel on glass shards. Despite using my heart, my daughter declared that I was not fit to be her mother. Before my artificial heart stopped beating, I called Felix, only to have him snap at me, “Liana, could you stop kicking up a fuss? If you want to die that badly, do it somewhere far away! I’m not collecting your corpse!” I shut my remaining left eye as I lay on the snow. Later on, Felix, who had stopped loving me, plucked out his own eyeball. My daughter, who had denounced me, tried taking her life multiple times just so that she could see me again. However, I no longer longed for their love.

"Basically, I, Jones Jackson begged to hug you and we fell asleep on my bed?" "Yes, that's exactly what it is," she maintained. "Did we...? Did you..?" His brows furrowed as his mind flashed him a thousand scenarios of what could have gone wrong. "Did I what?" "Ah, never mind, I could never with you." He shook the vague thoughts away, he didn't like her one bit so attaining that level of intimacy was implausible even under the influence of alcohol. Like she could hear his thoughts, she reflected them, "oh, that could never happen, boss, you're not my type of man. If it's okay, can I leave now?" This diminutive girl always found a way to hurt the Almighty Jackson's ego. ~~~ Maria needs an urgent way to get to the top of her career, and Jackson needs a wife to get out of trouble. These two adopt a means of using each other for their specific purposes, till their contract becomes more than they ever bargained for.

In the coastal quiet of Baler, a studio is born—not of architecture, but of intention.* Founded by Yam, a poet whose words cradle pain gently, and Franc, an artist who paints tenderness into walls, the studio becomes a refuge for those learning to stay—with grief, love, longing, and themselves. As visitors arrive, they leave behind more than footprints: a sigh recorded in bamboo, a poem tucked into the “Found Letters” shelf, a mural painted in crooked lines. Through zines, tea, silence, and sketchbooks, the studio teaches softness as revolution. Ren creates the *Window of Soft Returns*, an installation of anonymous voice recordings—each whisper forming a community of echoes. Drew builds the *Staircase With No Wrong Turns*, inviting people to walk through emotions without shame. Franc offers brushstrokes as brave work, and Yam curates writing circles that map healing in half sentences. Together, they host festivals that feel like hugs, and they begin traveling their archive, letting softness cross oceans. Even those who once left—like Miguel—return, discovering that some doors never truly close. Others, like Tala, capture the studio’s sound and turn it into a podcast of breath and becoming. Over seventy chapters, the studio transforms into something larger than itself: a mural of memory, a sanctuary for second chances, a place where return is sacred and voice is proof of survival. In the final bloom, the studio stands not as a monument—but as a reminder: > *“Staying isn’t easy. > But chosen together, > it becomes home.”*

They are having səx. But she is not his wife nor a girlfriend She warms his bed when he needs her. Explores the pleasure of each body. She's a secret--no one needs to know. Maxine holds a position in the company, which others questioned. They say she's special, that's why she gets the position, other desires. But to her, she climbed the ladder on her own abilities and talent. She alone reached the top. Beside the man she loved in secret for years. She taught, giving in will make him fall in love. But he never dares to look at her as a woman he can love. Craig had someone in his heart for a long time. Using Maxine is a way out to forget his first love. Their life is like a bug caught in a spider web. Maxine tried to escape, but she couldn't. She was entangled to her feelings to Craig, who once more, using other women to forget. But is he really using Sofia? The care he showed to her was way far from he's treating her. And he is openly saying that Sofia is the woman he will marry. She gave up. But once she gave up, she learned that she was pregnant with his child. Is she going to tell him? Or should she save herself from all the pain caused by him? What if his first love comes back? Is she able to leave without traces?

While visiting a property development with my fiancé to buy our first home, I ran into a two-faced real estate agent.   She showered my fiancé with compliments, praising him for being young and successful enough to afford a Rolls-Royce.   Then, she suggested I was a fake socialite with a knockoff designer bag, implying that I was just using my charms to snag a free house.   When she found out the property was meant to be a marital home, her voice grew loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.   “I just think the sugar daddy who bought you those two properties last time treated you pretty well!” “Oh, wait. Miss Gwen, don’t you have several sugar daddies? Do they all know about each other?”   I chuckled. What she didn’t know was that my “sugar daddies” were my godfathers and I really was a socialite.   The kicker, though, was that my so-called wealthy fiancé wasn’t rich at all. In fact, he was just a scholarship student I had been financially supporting!

"The game of chess is not just any old board game but it is also the game of life. You can be represented as the king, all the others are the people around you. Check mate means game over in the game but check mate in real life means your life has come to an end..." BORING! Chess is the worst board game on earth, if you're gonna play chess, I'll consider you as one of those who exist and don't live. Chess is the game plan. I play in the tournament my father forces me to participate in using the plan I'll be using during my next heist. If I win, I use it, if I lose, I change it. Chess is a boring old board game which is the key to my fortune. I am the Black Falcon, this is my life on the board and against the law...

Arianna had not planned on using magic to summon anything, she just wanted to get out of an arranged marriage. She was told of the ancient magic of summoning a guardian but instead she had summoned a demon—the demon king himself. But what would he ask in return for his loyalty to this princess?

(Cerita utk 21+) "Jadi kamu ingin membalas budi untuk semua kebaikanku, Aveline? Itu mudah, bayar saja dengan tubuhmu. Setiap hari. Setiap malam." ---Dominic Wolfe *** Aveline Rose semula hanya ingin bertemu untuk mengucapkan terima kasih, kepada pria misterius yang selama ini telah mendonasikan uang untuk pendidikannya hingga kini Aveline telah lulus kuliah. Maka dengan hati yang tulus serta senyum yang lebar, ia pun menemui pria dermawan itu, tanpa mengetahui siapa sebenarnya jati dirinya. Dominic Wolfe, pria yang semula dikira memiliki hati malaikat karena telah menjadi sumber dana pendidikannya selama bertahun-tahun, tanpa Aveline sangka ternyata memiliki sikap kejam dan manipulatif. Ia membuat Aveline menjadi budak yang dipenjara di sebuah superyacht (kapal pesiar) mewah miliknya, dan harus siap setiap malam untuk melayani hasratnya. Namun di balik itu semua, tak ada yang tahu jika Dominic menyimpan luka yang dalam, luka yang menjadi alasan di balik donasi pendidikan serta obsesinya kepada Aveline. *** visual tersedia di instagram @blackauroranovels