Dina is an ordinary student who got a chance to become a ramp model in a modeling agency. She got in and accepted as a trainee. The trainer and the agency owner sees her as a potential to become the top model in the country. During the practice for one major event, she accidentally saw a murder in the building. However, no one knows she has the ability to see ghosts. She sees the ghost of the girl she found dead in the comfort room. What is the secret of the modeling agency and the models? How far can an individual do just to achieve her dreams in life?
"One, Two, Three ..." Lane looked at the people walking on the catwalk one by one. "Fix it ladies! It's like you don't eat! Didn't you have breakfast?"
Tall, slim and beautiful women walk one by one wearing the clothes of previous fashion events organized by the Brightest Queens Modeling Agency. The newly discovered models are training in preparation for PMC's Grand Winter Collection to be released in Europe and North America. It is owned by top designer Betty Madrid, the most popular in the country and well known in the international scene. Patty Madrid Creations is known by high class and celebrities here and abroad. Her designs cater to those from middle class to upper class levels.
"I said, go on a diet but I didn't tell you not to eat. That's what you're going to do!" the gay top trainer of BQMA models is still screaming. Everyone who went through her intense training became famous, not only in runway modeling but also in print and TV ads. There are still some who have penetrated showbiz and married business tycoons, so many women dream of being included in the rosters of top fashion models of BQMA.
One of the models lost her balance while wearing her 5-inch heels. "Aaaaahh! Ouc...." the model sat down then rubbed her sprained leg.
"There! Because you're being stupid again, Dina. It's only 5-inches and you can't walk properly? Should I make you wear a Lady Gaga's shoes so that you'll be completely paralyzed and replace you?" Sighed Lane.
"Don't do it, Mama. I'll be fine, too. I just need ice pack and a bandage." Dina stood up. She was supported by other models who also stopped ramping because the formation was ruined. She can't give up now because this has been her dream ever since, and now that she has the opportunity to be recognized in the fashion world, she will not back down from the fight. She will improve so that she can achieve what she desires.
"Go ahead, go to the clinic. Hurry up! If that doesn't heal until tomorrow, I'll replace you! Many women dream of going through my training! Let's take a break first! Eat first! You all look hungry!" Lane was already shivering with stress. "You're all giving me stress!"
The models first left the runway and headed to the Pantry for lunch.
"Are you alright?" Sarah asked Dina as she held her to be escorted to the clinic.
"Yeah, tell us if you need anything or if you just want, we'll rush you to the hospital," Winona said.
Dina nodded. "Yes, I'm fine. I will just rest for a while." She took off her shoes and walked to the clinic. She walked towards it bare foot.
The nurse applied the remedy to her right foot and advised her to rest for at least a day. Only a minor sprain occurred.
"Miss, may I use the clinic's restroom?" Dina pointed to the restroom at the clinic.
"Oh my gosh, that's broken, it's clogged because someone doesn't know how to throw napkins properly. Is it okay to throw tissue in the toilet bowl?" The nurse shook her head. " Just use the one on the lower ground floor."
"Okay thank you." The clinic is on the 1st floor, she will only go down one floor. She thinks she can manage it. She left the clinic using the slippers provided for patients.
Dina just used the exit stairs down to the lower ground floor since it's just next to the clinic, better than walking to the elevator at the other end of the hallway. She reached the lower ground floor of the PMC building even though it was difficult to walk. She headed to the restroom just next to the exit door.
The hallway was a bit gloomy, no one is there on the lower ground floor. It's like a stock room and a warehouse of old designs, manequins and fabrics.
Dina opened the door of the restroom. It was so dark. She turned on the switch on the right side of the wall.
"Eeehh!" Dina fell on the ground out of fear.
She was shocked on what she saw. A woman on the floor of the restroom is covered with blood.
Dina screamed hysterically. She stumbled back to the exit door and rqn back to the first floor.
"There's a dead woman downstairs!" Dina shouted as she pointed to the exit door.
The guards and other people ran to the Exit. The girl fainted from fear.
"Dina!" Fellow trainees approached her to help her. They carried her and sent her to the clinic.
She loves him for so many years, but he never looked at her. Yohan loves her twin sister, Darla. She hates seeing them together, but she's happy seeing him happy with her twin sister. She accepted her fate. But fate really sometimes loves to play and goof around. A plane crash happened while Darla was on her way to Cebu to visit her aunt who raised her. Yohan was devastated, almost ruined his life. He's always drunk and out of focus. Carla has always been there to help him and take care of him. Out of loneliness, Yohan mistaken Carla for Darla. He hugged her and kissed her. Carla knows it's morally wrong but she loves him. She gave in to the temptation and gave herself to him. Her father caught them in the morning and forced Yohan to marry his daughter. Yohan agreed, but he's not happy with it. He thinks Carla set it up to get him. George, Carla's best friend who's also secretly in love with her was devastated. He offered marriage to Carla. Who will she choose? Did she make the right decision?
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
“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?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.