Winx Club Photos Novels & Stories

Scarlett Hayes only wants one thing—to survive her last two years at Westwood Academy. As a scholarship student surrounded by the children of billionaires, staying invisible is the safest option. Especially when it comes to Ronan Whitmore. The school's most feared boy. Ronan is rich, powerful, and completely unpredictable. Rumors follow him everywhere—fights, scandals, and secrets no one dares talk about. Scarlett has spent years avoiding him. Until the day Ronan approaches her with a shocking offer. He needs a fake girlfriend. Just for three months. Public dates, convincing photos, and the appearance of a perfect relationship. In return, Ronan promises to solve a problem that could destroy Scarlett’s future at Westwood. She knows it's a terrible idea. Everyone warns her to stay away from him. But Scarlett quickly learns something even more dangerous than Ronan Whitmore’s reputation. The way he looks at her isn’t fake. And the longer they pretend to be in love, the harder it becomes to remember that none of it is supposed to be real. Because the boy everyone fears might be hiding a truth that could ruin both of them. And if their fake relationship falls apart… Scarlett might become the next victim of the most dangerous boy in school.

Safina “Safi” Brooks is a struggling writer who works as a personal assistant by day and as an exotic dancer by night in one of the most popular strip clubs in New York appropriately named “Fire and Desire” where she performs under the name of “Angel” unbeknownst to everyone except her roommate who is also her co-worker on her day job. After catching her boyfriend (who also happened to be the CEO of the company that she works for) cheating on her, she gets unlawfully fired and gets blacklisted on almost every corporate company in Seattle, Washington. Heartbroken by this, she decided to accept one of the private dances later that night for the club owner’s friend and breaks her own rule of strictly not sleeping with a client. And it was a rule worth breaking... Henry Alexander “Lex” Moore is the CEO and founder of Moore Industries. A widower of six years, his focus had only been in the company and his young adoptive daughter Rosella and his friends kept pushing him to loosen up and have fun ever since his wife had died of ovarian and breast cancer. He reluctantly had given in on his 46th birthday, with one of his friends booking him a private dance with one of the most sought after girls of the club, Angel. And it was the best birthday he’s had in recent years. And ever since that night, Angel never left his mind... What if the pair met again unexpectedly in a new and different environment where she is his newly hired secretary?

Lilith: I don’t believe in love, I believe in truth. If you can tell me what’s on your mind and accept what’s on mine we will get along fine. I just discharged from army intelligence and am looking to calm my life down with my handsome man. My son Jax. I’ve been single since my ex passed and am not looking but my friend Kelly seems to forget that. God love her she is the best friend a girl could ask for but I could do without the matchmaking... Damian: I don’t know what’s out there. Don’t care either. All I care about is my club, my bike and my best friend Brody. We’ve had each other’s backs forever. And even though he is a playboy he always comes through when your in a bind. And that’s why he’s my VP. He thinks he’s found his One and while I’m not too sure about this girl he’s happy and that’s all that counts. Now he believes I need a woman and he can kiss my ass. I don’t need anyone on the back of my bike when I got a whole club on my shoulders.

Lara Finn, a twenty-eight-year-old woman who has struggled for years to find a stable job, finally lands a high-paying position shortly after being rescued from dangerous men at a club by a striking green-eyed stranger. To her surprise, the mysterious man turns out to be her new boss—Adrian Romano, the powerful CEO of Blackstone. Still healing from a heartbreaking betrayal by the man she once planned to marry, Lara slowly finds herself drawn to Adrian’s charm, protection, and the unexpected comfort he brings into her life. But Adrian has secrets of his own. Thirty-two-year-old Adrian Romano has known Lara for almost a decade, and in his eyes, she is connected to the tragedy that destroyed his family—his mother’s death. Consumed by revenge, Adrian secretly made sure Lara’s job applications were rejected for years, determined to make her suffer without her ever knowing why. Saving her that night at the club was never part of his plan, nor was falling for her after protecting her from his father’s men. What begins as a calculated revenge slowly turns into something far more dangerous: love. But with buried secrets, jealousy, family pressure, and painful misunderstandings threatening to tear them apart, Lara and Adrian must decide whether their hearts are strong enough to survive the truth… or if they were always destined to destroy each other.

I'd been bonded to my mate, Brandon Blackstone, the Alpha heir of the Blackstone pack, for three years. But I'd never been allowed to attend his family dinners. Every full moon, I could only stay home alone. Brandon said it was a centuries-old tradition of the Blackstone pack. Only after passing a long probationary period, proving absolute loyalty to the pack and one's mate, would someone be allowed to attend the Alpha's family dinners. I'd believed him for three whole years. But now, I'd found three photos in his car. In the background, I could see a long table laden with a variety of fruits and delectable dishes. The Alpha and Luna raised their glasses beside the statue of the Moon Goddess, standing quietly to the side. And beside Brandon stood a beautiful she-wolf. Moonlight spilled down, and I could clearly see how close they were standing, their fingers tightly interlaced. That was when I finally understood. Not being allowed to attend the dinners was never about some probationary period. It was because Brandon, or rather the entire Blackstone pack, believed that the person qualified to stand beside the future Alpha would never be me.

Luna Baxter and Simon Fulmer have been married for five years. One day, she receives a provocative voice message and intimate photos from Simon's first love. They're sent from his phone, too. "I've only been back in the country for half a year, but he took the bait as soon as I laid it. He's prepared blue fireworks for me tonight, but I don't like the color blue. To avoid wastage, you can have them on your wedding anniversary." Luna and Simon's fifth wedding anniversary comes a month later. She looks out the window at the blue fireworks lighting up the sky. Then, her gaze lands on the empty seat across from her. Simon's first love challenges her again. She sends her a photo of them having a candlelight dinner. Luna doesn't cry or kick up a fuss. She silently signs a divorce agreement and asks Simon's secretary to prepare for a wedding. "What are the bride's and groom's names, Mrs. Fulmer?" "Simon Fulmer and Sophie Sutherland." Seven days later, she flies to Naavi to give them her blessings. She throws them a wedding.

My CEO wife insists on taking a young, fresh intern under her wing. She wants to train him personally. She says to me, "Don't overthink this. I just value his potential." She's always been stern and stoic, but she starts dressing in pink and pulling her hair back in high ponytails. On our third wedding anniversary, she and the intern even willfully disappear for 48 hours. When others are searching for her like mad, she shares photos of her riding a carousel and holding cotton candy. She captions them, "I found the purest of joys in the most joyful of places—all because of you!" Our company loses a huge project because of this, and I lose my wife. I slip a divorce agreement between the pages of the intern's application to become a permanent staff member. My wife signs it without even looking and says, "Knowing what Elliot can do, he's more than capable of carrying out the role of a vice president." I calmly hand her my resignation. "You're right. That's why I'll make way for him."

My boyfriend, Allen, is a fitness coach who is cheerful, handsome, and has eight-pack abs. After getting together with me, he transferred all his female students to other colleagues and would send me daily check-in photos. In anticipation of becoming his fiancee, I happily prepared for our engagement ceremony. However, two weeks before the ceremony, I discovered a bright red lipstick mark on Allen’s workout pants. I quickly pulled up the check-in photo he had sent me that day. Through the reflection on a dumbbell, I saw a woman standing next to Allen—her lips painted in the exact same lipstick color. Most of the previous photos had flaws, but I had trusted Allen too much to notice them. Looking at his message under the photo, I let out a cold laugh. "Baby, I have to work overtime today to train a male student." He actually dared to deceive me. Just then, my phone rang. It was the wedding planning company confirming the engagement ceremony setup. I quickly responded with a confirmation. The ceremony would proceed as planned—except I had a special surprise prepared for Allen, one he would never forget.

On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, my father’s brother-in-arms pushed photos of his daughters in front of me and told me to choose a fiancee. Without hesitation, I picked the photo of the eldest daughter, Yvonne Shaw. Everyone around me stared in shock. They all knew that I was deeply in love with the second daughter, Natalie Shaw. In my previous life, I had chased after Natalie for ten years before finally marrying her. Through our marriage, she became the heiress of the Shaw family. But three years after we got married, she became pregnant with my brother’s child. Our parents were furious. They forced her to get an abortion and sent my brother away. From then on, Natalie hated me to the core. Every night, she would bring home men who looked like my brother and spend the night with them. The constant torment wore me down, and I eventually fell gravely ill and died a miserable death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to that night when I had to choose a fiancee. This time, I chose to let them be together. But what I did not expect was that Natalie had been reborn too.

Agustin DeLuca looked at the photos infront of him, rage burning through his veins, as he watched his wife in someone else's arms.~~~~He was one of the most renowned businessman of the country, know for his ruthlessnes and arrogance. He prided himself for being good at reading people like an open book, he thought nothing goes unseen from his scrutinizing eyes, yet the irony, he couldn't see the truth of his own wife when innocence was written all over her face, vulnerability swirling in her doe eyes, silently begging for him to believe her.He lost everything that mattered to him two years back, because he chose to trust the wrong person, but now that he knows the truth, there is nothing he won't do to get her back, nothing.'Get ready Onika DeLuca , I am coming,' he said to himself, determination shining in his orbs, holding a dark promise.~~~~"I promise you, the face I remember before dying will be yours, the last thing I will wish to see will be you, whether it is today, tomorrow or fifty years from now.It will always be you, Onika".-Agustin DeLuca.