Yule Ball Dress

After wrapping up a book signing out of town, I received a message from a friend on the way home. "This personal trainer is something else. He can do all kinds of things with an exercise ball." He also sent me a Live Photo. In the Live Photo, a woman was lying on an exercise ball, pinned down by a man. Her hair was covering her face. In the Live Photo that was a second long, I heard a familiar moan. I called my fiancée. "Where are you?" Her voice was a bit hoarse, "I'm training with an exercise ball at the neighborhood gym, babe. I have a big surprise waiting for you when you get home." I snorted and said, real slow, "How about I give you a big surprise right now? Open the door!"

---Cali is an international and an expensive runway model and was married to Hadrian Calypso Forbes, a multi-billionaire guy based on Dubai, after refusing to marry the son (Luca Amadeus Turner) of her dad’s bestfriend. She then lived a happy and financially better life with her husband and son, but just as they say-life is like a ball, you will not stay in your place or position forever, but always remember that just as the ball, never forget to bounce back. ---Calista Payne Aurellian, just like her name she’s been completely surrounded by pain throughout her life. After spending 10 years in prison and paid 2 billion dollar penalty for being accused with such a heinous crime that she never did. She will bounced back to get her life, her son, her company and image she had a decade ago. With the mission and plan she had, would she be able to restore again everything or will she continue to mourned and silently scream in the middle of the night forever?

Violet, the daughter of the Alpha king, was dumped on her mating ball by her boyfriend. Now, her reputation is ruined. The answer? Find a new mate at the matching bureau! Because the only way to get over somebody is to get underneath someone else.

My father was the most feared Don in all of Sicelia. He ran every illicit arms deal and casino in the underworld, his name alone sent shivers through the Mafia world. He worried that, as his only heir, I might fall for the wrong man. So he ordered every family to send a representative, and I would choose my marriage partner by lot. I drew Bernardo Vito, heir of the Vito family. It was an arranged marriage, but I still wanted to meet him in person. To keep up appearances before the evening banquet, I stopped by a haute couture boutique. The moment I stepped inside, my eyes landed on a deep crimson velvet gown. Just as I reached for it, a sharp voice pierced the air. "I want that dress she's holding. Wrap it up for me." Before I could even react, a clerk snatched it from my hands. I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to stay calm. "I saw this dress first, and I was ready to pay. Is this how you treat your customers?" The woman laughed, as if I had just told the world's funniest joke. Her gaze roamed me with contempt, and she sneered: "This dress is worth five million dollars. A country bumpkin like you can only look. "Me? I am Bernardo Vito's favorite assistant. In this city, nothing I want is ever taken from me!" I could not help but laugh. Bernardo Vito? The very man I had drawn in the marriage lot? I pulled out my phone and dialed. "Bernardo, your favorite assistant just stole the dress I had my eye on. What are you going to do about it?"

Sapphira's 18th birthday and the mating ball are quickly approaching. She has kept her true identity a secret and managed to keep out of her father's clutches. Will she be able to hide her mysterious past from her future mate? Or will her real identity be exposed?

I loved Spencer. Even though I knew he only saw Fiona when he looked at me. I clung to the wedding dress he picked out himself, holding onto the dream of a future that felt so close. But on our wedding day, she came back. In front of everyone, he has my dress ripped apart—for her. Now, he knelt before my grave, begging for forgiveness. But all I could think was, even here, he was ruining my peace.

Eleanor and Harvey, two remaining young werewolves from the Crescent pack, are sent off to the Kingdom of Azen to attend a prestigious event. They ought to make an appearance to represent their pack at the Moonlight Ball: a traditional gathering held every eighteen months in the palace of Azen. The ball opens opportunities for werewolves to create alliances through marriage – a chance to either find love or union with other packs. However, a supposed anticipated event leads to a tragedy that causes upheaval throughout the entire kingdom. The queen is poisoned, and her death results in the Azenians demanding a new ruler. This leaves the two royal siblings, Enzo and Zandra, to identify the culprit while they fight over the throne. Court intrigues surface and fated love affairs blossom, keeping all of them occupied from the real threat that lurks. As a dark form of magic begins to loom around the corner, it’s up to them to figure out where it funnels from before Azen collapses… and before death comes lurking in the shadows.

Madison looks strange. Usually, she would dress up a little for those parties. However, this time she wears her pajama with cute animals. What's wrong?

On the day of our wedding, my fiancé, Shawn Chandler, insisted that I wear a bridesmaid’s dress while having a million-dollar wedding gown custom-made for his childhood sweetheart. “Jessica said she wants to fulfill her dream of wearing a wedding dress. She’s been looking forward to seeing me get married since she was little.” I threw the bridesmaid’s dress into the trash. His expression darkened as he scolded me, “Why are you so unreasonable? Even if you wear a bridesmaid’s dress, you’ll still be the bride. And if it weren’t for the fact that you’re pregnant, I wouldn’t be marrying you at all!” Placing my hand over my belly, I slammed the door and left. That night, he posted wedding photos with Jessica Jordan on his social media. Five years later, Shawn and I met again at a charity gala. He was invited as a specially invited donor, with Jessica by his side in a custom designer gown. The two behaved intimately. When he saw me crouching in a corner sorting a donated box of old clothes, he frowned and walked over. “Tiana Larrinson, you refused to wear that bridesmaid’s dress back then, and now, you’ve fallen so low that you’re rummaging through other people’s old clothes? “Look at you, sneaking into events like this by picking through scraps. You should’ve just listened to me back then.” I was confused, and it took me a long time to remember who he was. What he did not know was that the items up for auction at this charity gala were my and my daughter's old clothes.

My sister-in-law, Sabrina Linskey, never hides her hatred for me. Yet, on my daughter Elena Satchwell's birthday, she does something I can never imagine. She gives Elena a dress, claiming she had sewn it by hand. She calls it a blessing for Elena's health and safety. I let her ease the dress onto Elena, relief washing over me as I convince myself that Sabrina finally understands the importance of upholding peace in the family. But Elena's skin begins to fester, until even the lightest touch makes her flinch in pain. That's when I realize Elena's fate has been swapped with Sabrina's son's. Mom and Dad, along with my brother, know all about it. Elena, beyond saying, eventually dies. I, too, am killed the moment I uncover the truth. But when I open my eyes again, I return to the day Sabrina arrives with that dress for Elena's birthday.