Novel & Cerita Words To Describe Pain

On the day of Zephyr’s art exhibition, I saw people stand around a portrait of myself. My cheeks were flushed, and I was bare. My posture was the one we used in bed last week for fun. Zephyr even got the mole on my chest right. As people stared at me mockingly, I demanded, “Why did you do this to me?” He was unbothered. “It’s not as if I asked you to sleep with someone else.” But he did let people see how I looked when I was having an intimate moment with my own boyfriend! “It’s just a painting. Why are you being so petty?” I was stunned by the mockery in Zephyr’s gaze. Then, I called my assistant. “I’m attending the international art festival as the organizer.”

I married my vampire husband ten years ago and gave him a half-blood heir, abandoning my career as a painter to become a full-time mother. Fortunately, my son inherited my talent. At just six years old, he held his first solo art exhibition, inspired by the theme "My Mother." But he never let me attend, and he never let me see his paintings. My husband said my presence would make Luke nervous---that I should stay home and do the housework as a good wife and mother, and wait for them to come back. I told myself he was just young and didn't know better, that he was only pushing back against my discipline, not truly rejecting me. Until the day I snuck into the gallery wearing a surgical mask pulled low. In the center of the crowd, my husband held our son's hand while tenderly pulling a woman in a red dress into his arms. He turned to the guests and announced: "This is Luke's mother---my wife." The three of them stood together, beaming with perfect happiness. And I---the one who'd stayed up all night setting up this exhibition---stood before the paintings while not a single person recognized me. That was when I finally understood. My seemingly gentle, caring vampire husband had long ago given our son a replacement mother. And I was nothing more than the human nanny who'd served her purpose by producing an heir.

My boyfriend said that art held no restrictions, so he used my provocative paintings to enter a competition. Amidst a row of classic ceramic figurines, I became famous. He shot to fame, landing in the top ten of trending searches, while I was humiliated by the entire internet and mocked as a “ceramic influencer.” When I confronted him, he looked at me with disappointment. “They don’t understand art, and neither do you? I thought you would support my work, but I didn’t expect you to stir trouble! You’re so immature!”

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This is the story of a girl who’s fantasies and traumas begin to blend with her reality till the lines become so blurred she’s not sure which one is actually the reality

Simple, beautiful, kind-hearted, and goal-oriented type of woman—those are the words that could perfectly describe the twenty-one-year-old Dayanara Clariz Rivera, or simply Diane. At a very young age, her life had been tested with a series of negative events and one of them was mysteriously dark. There was a huge part of her life that she had completely forgotten, making her instinctively trapped from the past. Diane thought she was living a normal life despite being troubled by her strange nightmares. In addition to that, she found herself stuck in a love triangle between two strikingly business magnates. How could she face the truth when choosing her love interest would bring her much excruciating pain? How could she live her life again once she figured out everything that happened?

Feisty, crazy and impulsive are the words that best describe Sasha Milton's personality. She is as the notorious leader of the school's most popular and problematic girls,"The panthers". They not only do they walk around school like they own the place, they also found pleasure in inflicting pain on others and are the biggest bullies in Clinton high school. Dean McCain is another popular heartthrob in school but unlike Sasha, he is loved and respected by every student alongside his best friends, Jake and Kyle. When Dean accidentally runs into Sasha and walks out without apologizing, all hell breaks loose as Sasha is determined to make him pay for embarrassing her and making her a laughing stock to her haters. But in the process of getting revenge and payback, they both start to learn more about each other and understand that their very perfect profile is not as it seems and that together they could help each other heal from their sad experiences.

My period is delayed once again, so I need to visit the gynecology department. In order to avoid embarrassing myself in public, I specifically ask for a doctor with a feminine name. That's how I make an appointment with Dr. Jessie Lloyd. But it turns out that Jessie is a man! After the initial embarrassment, I realize that Jessie is looking at me weirdly.

Cold, heartless, malicious are just some of the words that can be used to describe Creed Cacciatore. Adopted by a supernatural huntress and turned into a living breathing weapon, Creed gets on the bad side of a powerful warlock and for that, he is cursed to either become a beast and be hunted by his family or fall in love and break the curse by the next full moon. ___________________________________________________ BOOK 1 of the TO LOVE SERIES SEQUEL: TO LOVE A VAMPIRE

Cruel, strong, merciless… These were the words often used to describe Alpha Blade. His heart was encased in ice, nobody ever thought he’d be capable of loving someone. Until one fateful day, he meets a sweet human girl, who’s able to melt his heart with a simple smile. But how could a werewolf be mated to a human? Let’s just say, he’s been keeping one too many secrets from everyone.