Venti Fan Art

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES AND MATURE ELEMENTS, SUITABLE ONLY FOR READERS AGED 18 AND ABOVE. Read at your own discretion. They are brothers, but not by blood. Heirs of the famous gang leader and Casanova. As they entered the university their fathers once ruled, instantly they earned a fan base. Girls waited for their games like a virgin wrecker Casanova. Gangs expected them to be fierce like a devil gang leader. Can they uphold the expectations their fathers had set decades ago? Will they walk the path their fathers walked? Will they take girls like having a meal as their papa did or fight their way to rule the entire university as their dada did? Two boys, offspring of two famous men who fell in love and forged uncertainty about being in a same-sex relationship. Will they create their path or just like their fathers, they will shape their world far beyond the conventional. Meet Zack and Justin. Heirs of Devon Dalton the devil gang leader and Bienley Cullen the virgin wrecker Casanova.

❝we all have secrets that we keep, hidden away from the world❞She had always being a loner, content with the little bubble she created around herself, finding comfort between ink and pages until she met him. He shut off the whole world and buried himself with work after an event that changed his life until he met her. Love they say finds us in the most bizarre situations but could these two find theirs or will their issues come between them?

"Save me, and you'll get 100 million dollars!"Larissa Solace accidentally saves a man. Her reward? 100 million dollars as well as Ambrose Hamilton, the man whom she just saved."Mr. Hamilton, Mrs. Hamilton said she wants to buy a luxury goods store!""She can use my card for that.""Oh no! Mrs. Hamilton punched someone in the nose!""Why didn't you punch that person for her?""Mister, that celeb is so hot! Can I become his fan?""Sure thing."That night, Larissa buys a train ticket and flees the city overnight. "Screw you for saying that, Ambrose!"Before Larissa meets Ambrose, her life is a pathetic mess because her sister has stolen everything from her. After that fateful meeting, she finds herself getting pampered like a princess.

Anuri returns from prison broken; a victim of betrayal, a victim of injustice. Trust was nearly obliterated from her memory. But she must move on, no matter how hard her heart was frozen. Then, Jerome comes along and threatens to upset the walls she had built to protect herself. How does she cope with the alien feelings that assail her?

As a martial arts genius, can he be despised, even his own wife can't protect? You can rest assured, I am a martial arts person, creating magic with one hand, bringing you to the peak of life. As long as you're by my side, no matter what you do, the sky will fall down, I'll let you up.

My name is Freya, I'm 16 but will be turning 17 in a few weeks, I'm a Junior at Belleview High, I'm part of the art club along with the photography club, I have straight A's which has always made my dad proud of me. I am finally out of that awkward teenage stage where my head was to big for my body, plus I'm no longer built like a little boy. Andrew is 17, 6 foot at least, with dark chocolate brown hair, the most piercing blue eyes i have ever seen in my life, with a strong jaw and the most perfect tan pink lush lips that I would love to crash my own against, he's built like a God and just his eyes can send a shiver down my spine. Everything about him makes my insides tense. He pushes me against a wall, pinning me to it while holding my hands above my head, his deep voice vibrating through my chest as he speaks with our closeness. Does he want me the way I want him? Can we hide what happens between us from our parent? I will risk it all for him. Will he do the same for me?

At a company party, Taylor Kennedy plays a game of mouth-to-mouth cookie biting with his female assistant as everyone watches. I blend into the crowd and laugh along. The room instantly falls silent. The assistant bursts into tears and plays the victim. Taylor lets go of her, turns to me, and coldly scolds me in front of the entire company. He berates me for not knowing how to read the room and being a buzzkill. Then, without hesitation, he wraps his arm around the assistant and kisses her deeply as I watch. If this were before, I would've stormed over in a rage and ripped them apart. Then, I would've humiliated her in front of everyone, not caring whose pride I trampled. But now, I feel nothing. Not even as I watch them kiss. Not even though today marks my ten-year anniversary with Taylor.

When the kidnapper fired the gun, I shielded Scott with my body. The bullet pierced my heart, and I was sent overseas to have my heart exchanged with an artificial one—one that ran on a battery. Because of this heart, Scott married me, and my friends congratulated me for finally having my wish granted, for finally marrying my childhood sweetheart. Later, when I laid there on the operating table with my chest cut open, he was kissing another woman under the moonlight. I didn't react to this in the slightest, recovering my heart in silence. Scott resented my numbness, grabbing my shoulders as he demanded, "Wendy, aren't you angry about this?" He didn't know the reason, and to be honest, it was quite simple. Why be angry when my heart was on the verge of giving out? Every passionate day he spent chasing after love… Was another tick in the countdown to the end of my life.

His precious childhood sweetheart got drunk one night and ended up in a stranger’s bed. When she showed up again, she was pregnant—just like me. On the day I gave birth, Harold handed me the divorce papers. "Rachel’s about to return to acting," he said coldly. "She and the baby need a proper title. If a scandal breaks out, it’ll destroy her." Dragging my frail body, I calmly signed the papers. In my previous life, I refused to step aside. I went live, holding my daughter, and exposed the award-winning actress Rachel Underwood for knowingly becoming the other woman. The internet turned on her. She lost every endorsement and was driven to the edge by massive fines—eventually jumping off a building. Harold quietly took care of her funeral... and then stood by as her fans harassed me in the streets, even tried to burn my child and me alive. It was not until I saw him lock the door behind us that I realized—he had wanted us dead all along. Then I woke up. And it was the day he gave me the divorce agreement... again.

Isabella Moretti is known to be the best among the rest. A deadly rose amongst a field of daisies. A strong ripple in calm waters. A killer seeking revenge, finds two allies more than willing to lend her a hand. Will she trust them both? Or will she trust neither?