Campus Beauty

Rebby hates it when people don't keep their words. She goes by the belief that if she owes someone something, then she has to pay for it. However, she did not expect this principle of hers will be used against her when Art, a celebrity, paid for her father's hospital bill. Knowing that Rebby does not have enough money to pay, Art convinced her that he will let the debt slide if she agrees to star in a drama with him. To keep her words, Rebby unwillingly agreed. Little did the celebrity knows, Rebby had a painful past in the school they are filming it that even wearing its uniform causes her to remember those experiences. Can Art help Rebby overcome those memories? Or will he just make her life more miserable?

Playing heroine will also lead to disaster. Iyan ang napagtanto ni Freni when she presented to gather information about Starry, the mysterious guy in their campus. Kung hindi kasi niya gagawin iyon, ipagkakalat ni Mercy ang sex video ng kaibigan niyang si Lilac. Wala talagang maidudulot ang pag-stalk dahil sa una pa lang pala, nalaman na agad ng lalaki na sinusundan niya ito. Her life was at stake when she was brought to the kingdom of Ebrosirka. The Master of the kingdom told her she will only escape from the place kapag nahanap niya ang apat na bantay ng lagusan pabalik sa mundo ng mga tao. Now that her life was at stake, will she be able to succeed or will the Master of the kingdom will succeed in killing her?

Camille Crowe is used to being desired, admired, and obeyed. But the one man who should satisfy her leaves her empty, and when his betrayal comes to light, Camille is done pretending. She wants honesty. She wants control. Most of all, she wants to feel something again. Mr. Ashford is not impressed by her beauty, her status, or her confidence. He is cold, dominant, and completely uninterested in pleasing anyone. From the moment they met, he shuts her down…and in doing so, awakens a hunger Camille didn’t know existed. The fact that he refuses to want her makes her want him more. Their attraction is sharp, forbidden, and impossible to ignore. Every encounter is filled with restraint stretched thin, with looks that linger too long and words that cut deeper than touch. Camille tells herself she is in control, but Mr. Ashford has a way of stripping that illusion away without ever laying a hand on her. When circumstances force them into close proximity, desire turns reckless. One moment of weakness becomes a night neither of them can take back. Lines blur. And what should never happen begins to feel inevitable.

Gadis kecil itu hanya tergugu dalam isak tangisnya yang dari tadi tidak bisa berhenti, seorang laki-laki seumuran daddynya memeluknya. Tangannya membelai surai indah milik gadis cilik itu dengan lembut dan penuh kasih sayang, rambut indah sewarna dengan rambut indah mantan istrinya. Rambut ikal berwarna brunnete yang panjangnya sepinggang gadis cilik tersebut. “Sttt... sayang, sudah ya nangisnya... Papa Aby jadi ikut sedih nih.” Akhirnya Pria paruh baya itu merayu gadis kecil itu supaya berhenti menangis. Karena saat ini mereka sudah jadi pusat perhatian orang orang yang berada di bandara JFK saat ini. “Pa... kenapa sih nggak ada yang percaya sama Cia, kenapa mereka lebih percaya sama kak Angel. Bukan aku yang nusuk Kak Rora, sungguh pa...aku sayang sama kak Rora, bagaimana aku sanggup menyakitinya?” isaknya lagi. Allicia Abigail Klein Aku Angela Jennar, anak satu satunya dari Jessica Jennar. Sejak mommyku meninggal, dihatiku hanya ada dendam buat orang orang yang sudah menyakiti mommyku. cita-citaku hanyalah membuat mereka semua dan keluarganya menderita seperti yang aku dan mommyku rasakan. Dan kesempatanku semakin terbuka lebar karena keluarga itu malah mengangkatku sebagai putri mereka, mereka sangat baik padaku, bahkan mereka merawatku dengan penuh kasih sayang layaknya putri mereka sendiri, mereka membiayai pengobatanku dan membuatku sembuh dari penyakit yang kubawa sejak aku dalam kandungan mommy, aku tidak terlalu mengerti. Kebaikan mereka tak membuatku menyurutkan dendamku, bahkan aku semakin muak pada sikap munafik mereka. Akan kubuat kalian kehilangan kecintaan kalian berdua, anak anak kalian... Angela Jennar Aku kembali ke New york, demi menjemput gadisku, gadis kecilku yang bermata biru, aku jatuh cinta pertama kali dengannya. Seperti janjiku dulu setelah aku dewasa aku akan menemuinya kembali, tapi kesalah pahaman menghalagi hubungan kami, mampukah aku meluluhkan hatinya yang dilanda kecewa... Hei... gadis kecilku dengan mata yang mampu menghipnotisku... kau milikku... milik Marc!! Marcus Dexter.

My mother despised me because I was the unintended consequence of a one-night stand. She poured all her love and attention into her students, treating them as if they were her own flesh and blood. One day, when her favourite pupil confessed his feelings for me, she flew into a rage. She slapped me hard across the face and called me a whore. Years later, as Alzheimer's clouded her mind, she forgot I even existed, yet still remembered every single one of her precious students. The irony was that not one of them ever came to visit her in the nursing home. They all loathed her just as much as I did.

My deskmate has been giving me odd looks lately. She's been keeping her distance from me and avoiding me at all costs. It's the same when we go to the cafeteria for lunch or during class. One day, I can't take it anymore. I grab her and ask, "Have I done something to offend you?" She trembles in fear and staggers backward, putting distance between us. Her gaze darts around shiftily. "No, you're not the problem!" Yet after that, she transfers to a different class. I'm confused by this and want to ask her about it, so I head to her new classroom. I stand at the door and watch as she chats leisurely with someone else. Suddenly, she shudders and screams in horror. "This really has nothing to do with you! Please, leave me alone!"

As the college entrance exams approached, I paid the top student in our class to tutor me. But the day she came over, she brought along her childhood sweetheart and insisted that he join our study sessions. I declined her request politely, and she did not press the matter further. The boy left my house in defeat and was struck by a car, suffering injuries so severe that they left him crippled. He could no longer continue his education and was forced to drop out, taking on grueling manual labor to survive. The girl continued tutoring me nonetheless. We both gained admission to the same university, grew close over time, fell in love, got married, and started a family. But on the night of our wedding anniversary, Sharon slipped poison into my soup and watched impassively as I began to convulse and vomit blood, the crimson stain spreading slowly across the floor. "This is what you owe Harry," she said with cold venom. "Taste what it's like to lose all hope." It turned out that she had harbored resentment toward me for all those years. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day she first came to my house with her friend.

May nag-post ng pagtatapat ng pag-ibig para sa akin sa confession wall ng college. Pero nag-iwan ang nobyo ng kahati ko sa kwarto ng komentong nakipagtalik na ako sa bawat lalaki sa campus. Galit na galit ako at handa nang tumawag ng pulis. Nagmakaawa ang kahati ko sa kwarto na patawarin ang nobyo niya, nangangakong uutusan niya itong manghingi ng paumanhin sa confession wall. Pero bago dumating ang paumanhin na iyon, isang sensitibong video ang nagsimulang magkalat sa mga group chat. Sinasabi ng lahat na ako ang babae sa video. Ipinatawag ako ng college para sa makipag-usap at iminungkahi kong kumuha ako ng leave of absence. Pag-uwi ko, tumanggi ang mga magulang ko na kilalanin ako bilang kanilang anak. Nawala sa akin ang lahat. Kinain ako ng depresyon, at kasama ng walang katapusang tsismis, nawalan na ako ng pag-asa at winakasan ang buhay ko. Pagkamulat ko ulit ng mga mata ko, iyon ulit ang araw na unang lumitaw ang pangalan ko sa confession wall.

I suffered from a skin condition. I scratched myself in the library, and millions of netizens spammed my private inbox. Only then did I find out that a girl accused me of harassing her. I took out my diagnostic report to defend my innocence, but the girl cried pitifully. “You really know how to make an excuse for yourself! How could someone innocent like me frame you?” Even my elder brother spoke up for her! “Why would she frame you of all people? Can’t you take a look at yourself?” I could not bear the cyberbullying, and I died from a sudden heart attack the day before the court hearing. My grandfather could not accept my death, and he collapsed into a coma. My parents cut off ties with my brother before they committed suicide at home. Meanwhile, the girl did not just successfully make her way into graduate school, but she also dug open my grave and used my ashes to make fireworks. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day when she had asked me to reserve a seat in the library.

My roommate was Rachel Travis, and something about her behavior always felt… off. On social media, she hit the like button on every single person’s posts, except mine. Whenever she asked for help, I was always there. However, the one time I asked her for a pad, she wrinkled her nose and called it "disgusting". For my birthday, I invited the whole dorm to dinner. When hers rolled around, she invited everyone, except me. Then, I saw my boyfriend, Ryan Cooper, at her birthday party. That’s when I finally snapped and confronted her. She looked at me, wide-eyed, all innocence. "What? Everything’s fine. Why are you acting like this? You’re just too sensitive." Even the other girls in the dorm piled on, saying I was overreacting and telling me I needed therapy. So maybe I was "too sensitive". Fine. Then, I would treat her exactly the way she treated me. Let’s see how she liked it.