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The Scars She Hid From The World
The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.He walked gracefully with such confidence as if he owned the pathwalk towards the entrance of the medical faculty main building, wearing the usual official school uniform but his distinct elegance is undeniably overflowing even in just an ordinary outfit that everyone in the faculty were all wearing.
Several eyes are also following his every move as if he is a very famous superstar everyone is fervently waiting for what he will do next. The subtle attention from everyone around as they diligently watched the every sway of his body as he walks, the moment his prominently long and thick lashes touches his pale skin when he blinks, the wind that gently blows his raven black hair and the every step he makes at the rough pavement captured everyone's earnest eyes.
His two hands are inside his pocket while he casually walks under the bright light of the day.
His pale and flawless skin seemed to glisten under the sun, making him look like an apparition with his ethereal beauty.
His handsome face is devoid of any expression… unreadable & very calm. Everyone seemed to gasp when he squinted from the bright light of the sun, making him wear his signature sunglasses and causing a swooning shriek from his silent admirers .
His clean cut black hair is perfectly styled which compliments his very neat and well ironed long sleeve shirt.
His silver watch sparkled like a gem around his wrist everytime it would be out from his pocket.
He walked like he owned the world… so unconcerned of the curious and admiring glances towards him.
No one had dared to approach him even if everyone in the university seemed to admire his perfection, even if everyone is eager to get close to him, even if every girl and even boys wanted to confess their admiration towards him, even just for a mere greetings, and even for the simplest reason of being friends with him.
It may all sound simple to greet him, to approach him, to have a casual talk, or to even just smile at him, but his cold gaze could make anyone forget their intention the moment he stares.
He actually has a very amicable personality and everyone could clearly see how charming and pleasant he could be to the people around him but his unspoken words and his obvious cold aura could make everyone think twice to randomly approach him and to even talk to him.
Even his classmates are cautious around him and his schoolmates seemed to fear him. He hasn't done anything violent towards anyone that could cause to fear him but they are simply anxious and cautious around him.
He simply doesn't have other friends aside from his two best friends and he seemed to not mind at all. He seemed to not care if his world would just revolve around his books, his busy class schedule, his school work, his hospital case studies, his very small circle of friends composed of only his two best friends, his parents, and his dorm to university point to point schedule.
He was the envy of all, an ace student, perfectly handsome, and an heir of a business tycoon whose insane richness is not only within the country but around the world.
"I will give my whole life just to have a meal with him" one of the girls whispered while they were all staring at that particular person.
"How could such a person be that perfect..." the other one frustratedly mumbled.
"I could even worship the ground that he had stepped on"
"He is beyond perfect, he is too precious...no one deserves him..."
"His skin is so clear white and very flawless like a very precious pearl...he is freaking perfect"
"He is a modern day prince, he won't even glance at anyone of us, we are just commoners" one girl spoke matter of factly before everyone heaved a sigh.
It's always been like that everyday at the university. Everyone would really take a glimpse at whom they called a prince.
Everyday, students would wait for his arrival at the school grounds and from where he parked his car until he could enter the building of his class, everyone would secretly watch him while daydreaming for the university's unreachable dream, everyone's prince charming.
"Good morning Blaze" Paul instantly greeted him the moment he entered the classroom while their other classmates became eerily quiet as they stole cautious glances at him.
He is Blaze Brieyden Vaughn, the so-called ice prince and an heir to his family's empire. He is known for his beauty and perfection but no one could ever get close without being bitten by the frost that surrounds him.
"Good morning Paul" Blaze greeted back with his usual calculated smile.
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One Night With Blaze
Blaze Arden Vaughn is an heir of a huge empire, an ace student of medical faculty, very handsome, sweet and nice. His name signifies fire but his heart is as cold as ice. Ace Daxton Anderson is a known 'one night stand' guy and a bi. A gang leader who won't back down from a gang fight and is not afraid to be bruised just to prove his point. They are both in the same university but they have their own territory and never knew each other's existence. Until the day that the Ice Prince fixed his cold gaze on the very hot gang leader on the field. "You want me that bad...that your eyes are screaming it out loud..." Blaze announced with his challenging tone and a calm smile, making Ace's jaw clenched while their gazes locked. "I can smell your desire even from afar..." Blaze continued with a very subtle smirk, making Ace grit his teeth. "Who would not...you are Blaze Arden Vaughn...the epitome of perfection...everybody's dream guy" Ace sarcastically responded, a smirk grazed his lips. His jaw clenching in annoyance not with Blaze but with himself. "So Ace Anderson, want to try, a Blaze Arden Vaughn for tonight?" Blaze smirked as he casually ask, making the grim face of the gang leader looked stunned and dumbfounded. A one night stand offered by the cold and distant Blaze Arden Vaughn, just one night of pleasure… one night of curiosity./0/26121/coverorgin.jpg?v=54af7595cebc06498308ad5e94a9db8f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Burning Passion: Love Never Dies
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier/0/18496/coverorgin.jpg?v=72f9fbe945ac856182187609258d0202&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Uncontrollable Fondness
“Marry me!” she said, her breathing became softer and the pensive gaze melted into a smile as soft as the morning light. “Try to convince me then…” he whispered into her ears. He had always been the center of attraction, effortlessly drawing people towards him like bees to honey. It wasn’t just his/0/18554/coverorgin.jpg?v=d4face380db273332caf3dd741c7d0d8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ardent Love: An Avenging Angel
Yolande was framed by her younger sister and forced to endure the shameful accusation of infidelity. From that day forward, her husband treated her with cold contempt. For three long years, she lived in hell. As she looked at the man in front of her, she felt her life couldn't go on like this anym/0/22444/coverorgin.jpg?v=10c07cb742f0eb0895d3f50e957bf6e8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MY INDIAN WIFE: Love Finds Its Way
Christian Knight was about to marry Andrea Donovan and start a fresh life. Andrea was a gorgeous and respectable woman. She liked Christian since her college days but couldn’t muster the courage to express her feelings to him, as she knew that Christian was interested in Diana Roger, the mute girl./0/11726/coverorgin.jpg?v=ded5f55df1e7cd881541acfa4ea1bb45&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Jilted Ex-wife? Billionaire Heiress!
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who s/0/18541/coverorgin.jpg?v=2063481966b15b2902caa7e449bb6892&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Destiny Of Vengeance
After her beloved husband had cheated on her with her sister, Lily thought that nothing could be worse than his betrayal. But she went on to discover the truth that their marriage had, from the beginning, been nothing but a conspiracy. The fatal confrontation with her husband sent Lily tumbling dow/1/100248/coverorgin.jpg?v=b1dec4753a5c9ea677f050c0b517bc01&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract With The Devil: Love In Shackles
I watched my husband sign the papers that would end our marriage while he was busy texting the woman he actually loved. He didn't even glance at the header. He just scribbled the sharp, jagged signature that had signed death warrants for half of New York, tossed the file onto the passenger seat, an/0/18315/coverorgin.jpg?v=5284c5a76c74bd39fbdb13722e182c84&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ms. CEO vs. Mr. CEO
Alexandra Yang was simple but a terrible woman. Timothy Huang was also a terrible man. They fated to meet but will Timothy fall for her when he knew that Alexandra Yang was a more terrible than him? She is a leader of underground organization, a lawyer and a CEO too?/0/17828/coverorgin.jpg?v=fbe7ffc32aed441f310e5fec7c68d4ff&imageMogr2/format/webp)
