Novels by Success

Everyone's attention shifted to the man who had just come in, their eyes widening in shock. He gave off an inexplicable aura in his well-tailored black suit. His dark hair crowned his strikingly handsome face. His eyes, sharp and intense, under his sunglasses, were fixed on Bella. And it felt as though he could see through all of her malicious schemes. He strode towards the woman who was just about to announce Allison’s disqualification. Without saying a word, his fingers slowly brushed the edge of his sunglasses. And with a single smooth motion, he slid them off. A collective gasp filled the air, as the crowd roared.“Is that Logan?” “Why is he here?” “Did she truly get a recommendation from Camila?”“Logan, are you here to represent Camila?” Logan smiled and waved at the crowd and they all became calm and silent.“If you have a problem with her recommendation from Camila, you can talk to me.” He uttered calmly and the woman fell short of words. Allison raised an eyebrow and gl

Brian raised an eyebrow, confusion etched on his features. He fell short of words, running his fingers through his short black hair. For a moment, he thought he was mistaken. “Sorry, does Miss Allison live here?” He managed to ask, trying to sound as confident as possible. Gloria shot him a deadly stare, “what business do you have with her?” She snapped at him. “This.” He said, tugging his hand into the inner pocket of his suit jacket, “I need to deliver this to her.” He stretched out an envelope to her, but Gloria didn't take it. Instead, she furrowed her brows and tilted her head up, trying to make sense of him.Before she could say anything else, Allison walked up behind her. “What's taking you so long?” She asked, and her gaze met that of Brian before she got a reply. “Brian!” She called out. “What are you doing here?” Her eyes darted from Brian to Gloria and then back to Brian. “He said…” Gloria said but was quickly interrupted by Brian. “Miss Allison, I was asked to deliver

At night, Allison received a call from one of the organizers of the competition. “Allison Stuart right?” The organizer asked. “Yes ma'am.” She replied, her heartbeat raced expecting what was to come. “Miss Allison, we are very sorry, although you did so well at the audition today. But it was noticed that you do not have much experience in design. You do not meet the requirements of the competition.” Allison had expected something like this but still felt a bit sad. “Didn't the competition requirements say that anyone who has a great passion for design can participate?” Her lips inquired, she knew nothing about experience was initially part of the requirements. “Well, that's true. The requirements were changed today after the audition. I believe you've not checked yet.” The caller muttered. “What if I can provide proof of my experience in designing?” “Good for you then. But you will also need a recommendation from an influential person or a well-known design company to back up

“Stay focused.” One of the judges said to Allison and she sighed deeply to calm her nerves. “For your audition challenge,” the head of judges announces, “you will have one hour to sketch a quick design inspired by a theme that will be revealed now.” She stated. A massive digital screen lit up the design studio, and revealed the theme - “Rebirth Through Fashion.” Upon seeing the theme on the screen, her eyes lit up with understanding, she knew she had a unique perspective to offer. She felt a surge of emotions, her past struggles and the pain she overcame all flashed before her. She took a deep breath, calming herself, this was her chance to express her transformation through her work. She knew what rebirth meant, she had lived it. She had experienced death and survived. She began sketching quickly with both passion and precision. Her experience of personal transformation motivated her creativity, allowing her to pour genuine emotions into her sketch. Her hands moved with purpose,

Lee’s Mansion. “You just got back and the first thing you did was to get involved with a random woman? Have you forgotten you are engaged to the first daughter of the Millers'?” Mr. Lee growled at his grandson, Tristan. Abruptly, his left hand flew to his chest as he winced in pain, and the other hand curled tightly around the handle of his swivel chair for support. Tristan darted towards him, his hands gently lowered him into the chair. “You are not in good health, do you have to raise your voice when speaking?” “I will stop raising my voice when you listen to your grandfather.” Mr. Lee said. He had brought up Tristan since he was twelve after the tragic death of his parents. Tristan had always believed that his parents’ death was not natural but caused by his uncle, Raymond. Only that his grandfather was trying to cover it up for some reasons that he couldn't fathom. One of the reasons why he decided to take his father's name as his last name. “I've always done everything you

The voice felt so familiar to Allison. She recognizes the voice that has a lot of effects on her. She looked back over her shoulders, and her gaze met the man approaching her, her heart skipped a beat. It was the man from the previous night. This man was doing things to her, things she couldn't even explain. His hazel-green eyes were as deep as the abyss, laced with a killing intent.How could he be here? Was it a coincidence, or was she being stalked by him? She hated the idea of being stalked or followed by anyone. “You've been caught trying to hit the same woman twice in less than twenty-four hours. What wrong has she committed against you?” Tristan asked, his voice firm and unwavering, as his gaze darted from Allison to Charles. “You have no right to question my actions. Who do you think you are to always meddle in my business?” Charles yelled, his voice dripping with disdain. Tristan smirked, “I'm someone you don't even wanna mess with.” “I have no business with you anyway,”