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Epitome Of Perfection

Epitome Of Perfection

I shook my head before looking at myself through the mirror again. I just did a little touch-up and decided to go out again. It would be embarrassing if I kept Damian waiting there. He seems like a nice guy. We've only exchanged a few words, but I immediately sense his goodness. He doesn't seem like a man who judges a woman solely by her appearance. I hope we'll get along. A smile appeared on my lips as I left the powder room. Even from a distance, I could see our vacant table. The food we ordered was already there. But Damian was nowhere in sight. Where could he be? Maybe he's in the restroom? When I reached the table, I sat down. I scanned my vegetable salad and grimaced. It doesn't look appetizing. Damian's burger looks much better. But minutes had already passed, and there was no sign of Damian in front of me. I was starting to feel a pang in my heart for an unknown reason. I looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but it didn't happen. The waiter who served us earlier accidentally passed by my side. "Excuse me!" He turned to look at me, approaching with questioning eyes. "Yes, Ma'am?" "My c-companion earlier, d-did you see him?" He took a moment to think, as if trying to recall. With every passing second of his contemplation, my heart pounded even harder. "Oh! Yes, Ma'am. I saw him leave earlier. He seemed to be in a hurry. He's the handsome one, right?" I nodded. "Did he say anything or leave any instructions?" I didn't pay much attention to what the waiter was saying when my phone rang again. From the illuminated screen, I saw a message from Damian that shattered my heart into pieces. Damian: I'm sorry, Sandra. It's nice to meet you, but I don't think we'll work out. Eat the burger I ordered, instead. It's for you. Don't worry, your bill's already taken care of. Take care."
Too Late For Her Affection

Too Late For Her Affection

Ethan Miller, a young, uniquely talented fashion student, tirelessly juggled a demanding barista job with the immense responsibility of supporting his ailing mother, all while secretly sketching couture designs, dreaming of a runway far removed from his cramped Queens apartment and mounting medical bills. His arduous life took a breathtaking turn when Victoria Devereaux, the formidable CEO of a global fashion empire, seemingly plucked him from obscurity, offering a coveted paid internship that promised entry into the exclusive, glittering world he yearned for. However, this dazzling opportunity quickly unraveled into a waking nightmare; Ethan soon discovered he was merely a malleable "pet project," ruthlessly exploited in Victoria's twisted power games with her manipulative ex, Marcus Thorne, culminating in public humiliation, the destruction of his treasured family memento, and his chilling imprisonment in a dark storage unit. How could the woman who showered him with lavish attention and proclaimed him a prodigy so heartlessly discard him, dismissing his talent and dignity in front of the very elite she introduced him to, all while choosing the calculated lies of her toxic ex over his desperate pleas? Fully comprehending his crushing insignificance as a disposable "toy," Ethan, broken but fiercely determined, ultimately chose self-preservation over lingering hope, making the agonizing decision to board a one-way flight to Paris and painstakingly rebuild a life where his dreams, and his heart, could truly belong to him alone.
Touch Of Death

Touch Of Death

"Tip for you gorgeous". I smiled seductively at my 84th customer for tonight. He'll be the last because I feel tired and I want to go home and rest. I saw a lot this night. "Thanks daddy", I bit my lower lip to look seductive and I saw her swallowing so I smiled even more. Before he could speak, I turned my back on him. I headed to the backstage of the bar but before I could enter I was blocked by Agnes' group. They are also my colleagues at this bar and we are both dancers and call for tables. He doesn't give me a good look, well as usual. "You're such a whore", I just looked at him and the two with him were giving me insulting looks. "You're not flirtatious, you're also stealing customers" "Excuse me Agnes, I'll pass" "Shut your ass* b*tch!" "Don't get me started, I'm tired" "The hell I care! What are you putting in your pussy and my customers are following you" "Your customer? HAHA nice joke. Can't you still accept that I'm better than you. And, I don't put anything in my pussy because it's FRESH. Unlike you, ROTTEN AND BORED!" He was about to hit me when I grabbed his hand and undoubtedly pushed him. His henchmen were about to attack me when I glared at them and looked scared so they didn't rush. I flipped my hair before turning them away. Such a waste of my time to just look at their lotions, their faces and bodies. After I arranged my things and said goodbye to my boss, I left the bar and went straight to my old car. It was parked on the side of the road in the dark and only my car was parked there. I got into the car and started the engine but before I could drive my car there was a sudden click and a cold thing was pointed at my senses. "Drive and don't make a stupid action..."
Discarded By The Country Queen

Discarded By The Country Queen

I was Liam Walker, songwriter and husband to the Country Queen, Izzy Hayes. When she announced a hiatus, citing vocal strain and crippling debts, I believed she was protecting me. I sacrificed everything to support her, working odd jobs, my guitar gathering dust, believing it was for us, for our future. Then, one night, I overheard her. Speaking in fluent Cajun French, a language I understood, she wasn't discussing her career. She was orchestrating my downfall, planning a fake divorce from me to marry Cody, her childhood friend, whose "dying wish" was to be with her. The entire crisis was a meticulously constructed lie, designed to discard me. The next morning, she presented the divorce papers, feigning sorrow. I signed, in a haze of betrayal. But the nightmare truly heightened when Cody, freshly "married" to Izzy, began a relentless campaign of psychological torture. He sent intimate photos, detailed their fervent nights. It culminated when Izzy dragged me, her "disposable blood bank," to the hospital, ordering doctors to save Cody "even if it kills Liam." Manageable. Disposable. Every sacrifice, every loving gesture I' d poured into our marriage, built on a sickening foundation of deceit. How could the woman I adored be so utterly callous? How could my existence mean so little? I wouldn't let them break me. Nashville, with all its hollow promises and suffocating memories, had to go. I would leave, start fresh, and somehow, find a new song to live by.
Forged In Fire, Found Love

Forged In Fire, Found Love

The sterile hospital air still carried the scent of my mother's final moments, a phantom pain throbbing in my abdomen, mirroring the hollow ache in my heart from the raw memory of yesterday's phone call. My mother was gone, taken by a ruptured appendix dismissed as a stomach bug, and the man who delivered the clinical post-mortem of her death was my husband, David Chen. He stood there, emotionless, a brilliant forensic doctor who couldn't see the pain in front of him, obsessed with his career and his intern, Emily White. I remembered the crinkle in his eyes, the laughter we once shared, replaced by the chilling silence that had become our life. The hollow in my heart was nothing compared to the vast emptiness that consumed me as I looked at him, so tall and unaffected. A decision, born from years of quiet heartbreak and this final, unbearable tragedy, solidified. "David," I rasped, "I want a divorce." His professional mask finally cracked. Disbelief warred with anger. He scoffed, spitting accusations, comparing me to my "criminal" father, all while lamenting what a divorce would do to his career. His priorities had always been clear, and I was just an inconvenience. Weeks later, burying my mother with secret savings and haunted by her last fears, I found my father's anonymous grave. Emily White appeared, sneering, mocking my 'criminal' lineage, and the dam broke. I lashed out, only to be pulled away by David who rushed to her side, his back a solid wall of rejection. On the academy obstacle course, his dismissive words cut deeper than any physical pain when a reinjured hand cost me my shot. "You don't have what it takes," he said, devoid of sympathy. Yet, a spark remained. Desperate, I confessed my shame to Chief Anderson, the crushing weight of my father's disgraced name. But then, he unveiled a hidden file. My father, Robert Miller, wasn't a criminal; he was an undercover hero, murdered in the line of duty, his sacrifice buried under years of deceit. The world tilted. The shame transformed into a fierce, aching pride, a burning resolve. I clutched his old badge, a silent promise forming in my heart. Robert Miller's daughter would finish what he started, no matter the cost, even if it meant becoming someone else.
Rebirth to Revenge:The Second Life Of Lenora

Rebirth to Revenge:The Second Life Of Lenora

"You make me want to risk it all," Lenora confessed nervously to her boss. "Then risk it all, cos I already have." The ever enigmatic billionaire CEO-Astor Parker, assured her with a kiss to her forehead. -- All Lenora Albert did in her past life was love the wrong man completely, blindly, and to her own destruction. She overlooked Lucian's constant disrespect, convinced that one day, he'd soften toward her. But Lucian never changed. Instead, he got her best friend pregnant, and together, they laughed at her. As if the betrayal wasn't cruel enough, her best friend ended it all by murdering her. But fate isn't done with Lenora. She's brought back in time, given a second life to rewrite her story. When she's wrongfully fired at work after being implicated in a scandal, Lenora lands an unexpected role at a billion-dollar fashion firm as the personal secretary to its powerful CEO, Astor Parker. Cold, brilliant, and dangerously alluring Astor falls for her fast. One that he reveals with actions rather with words. But Lenora no longer believes in love. All she seeks is revenge. Then comes the cruel twist-Astor is Lucian's brother. Astor is willing to burn the world to keep her safe. But beyond Lucian, beyond her traitorous best friend, lurks a darker force. A stalker, who tends to be a greater threat to her life and won't stop until she's dead again. Will she survive again in this second life?
Friendship love hatred

Friendship love hatred

Siddharth Singh Raizada and Arjun Kumar Bhalla are just like two poles apart. If Siddharth likes to mask his pain by his ruthless behavior, Arjun loves to hurt more by his venomous words. If Siddharth could control his anger to hide his emotions, Arjun could do to any extent to make Siddharth lose his temper. If Siddharth is an egoistic self-centered jerk, Arjun is an unemotional frigid psycho. There was a time when they both even canโ€™t stand the opposite side of any team, but now they cant bear their presence even at a 100 feet distance. Time has passed away still they are standing at the edge where they seemed to be lost forever. Friends can become the best enemy if they part ways by some mere misunderstandings. Friends can only hurt us in a way more than we could expect if they turned to the other side of us. Here is a story where friendship, love, even hatred have special space in every aspect. A strong friendship where no one can even dream to break, but itโ€™s lost forever with a small misunderstanding. True love which is formed only based on trust broke only with the lack of trust. The hatred is now living between these people who have nothing more left with. ***** Ishita Raizada, a beautiful young emotional girl is broken beyond repair. She is trying hard to cope up with the new changes in her life. What will happen when she meets the person who is the reason for her destruction again after two long years? Will they be able to forgive and now on in their lives? Arjun entered their lives only to make them more miserable. But is it only them? Mishty Gupta, a colorful girl who has sky dreams gets entangled with their lives. Can she be able to achieve her dreams by not meddling with these people? How will her life change with her entry into another mysterious group of people? Mihir Arora, the reason for Siddharth smile and he could make Arjun calm with just one smile. He is the only hope where everything can come to normal. Will he be able to bring his friends back to how they have been?