She showed her how to fall in love and break her cold demeanor. She once felt nothing as she tried to break the memory of her own past. She once was dead in the inside as she battle her own brokenness. She was a disaster - Until she came into her life - She became her "Beautiful Disaster." --------------------------- This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Wherein, Lalisa tried out for their school volleyball team and she met the strict, brutal, and talented Captain of the volleyball team named Jennie Ruby Jane Kim. "Gosh! Is she always a bitch like this?" A tall blonde grumpily picked up the balls from the ground. "Are you saying something, Manobal?" A short brunette asked her coldly. "It's ManoBAN." Lisa G!P

Breaking up and leaving me without an acceptable reason is very irresponsible and heartless of you. All I did is love you, give everything you wish, and I gave all myself to you but you choose to break me in return. "I'm crazily in love with you and I'm not going to let you get away from me." "I'm going to take care of you and love you forever." Lisa G!P

Bratva which means mafia. Started: November 8, 2019 Ended: November 10, 2019 This is a Jenlisa version of my story titled 'Mafia'. Three reasons why I made a Jenlisa version: 1. Jenlisa is one of my favorite ships; 2. I want it; 3. and I can.

This is the book II of The Womanizer Got Laid. The continuation of the story of the first book What will happen when it is time to come back? Is there also a way to come back from someone's life? Are the feelings the same after 6 years of being away? Or they just need closure to make everything okay and live in the way they are living right now without the doubts and what-ifs in their minds?

Lisa Manoban is a womanizer, everyone is falling for her charisma. But what would it be if the day comes when she will taste her own poison. Jennie Kim is a smart ass girl with a secret hides in her beautiful face. She doesn't want to play because she hates it. But every face has a story ... ------------------------------------------- This story is pure imaginations and doesn't happen in real life. The story and the characters' behaviors inside the story don't really reflect on real life so yeah. ------------------------------------------- Date Published: August 06, 2018

She loved the way her eyes stared at her. Loved the way she smiled at her. But, most importantly, she loved the way her heart was beating for her. And she just noticed?

"Don't worry, I promise I won't touch you." "But, what if I want you to touch me?" Ones a popular high school volley ball player and the other is a regular student. One loves affection and the other absolutely hates it. What could go wrong? -Short Story-

"But if I ask you if you love me, I hope you lie to me.." -5SOS Based off of one of my stories in my book, 'Magnets' -Short story- Daily updates!! This story will be written completely different than my other books. Hope you enjoy!

Moving into her own apartment was a big step for Lisa. She always had roommates so being alone was different. She was scared but was determined to finally be independent. Lisa was known to be quite timid and very much introverted, strange for a model, right? So, being as quiet as she was, Lisa didn't need to or want to get to know her neighbors. She found no reason to. But her next door neighbor had other plans. The day she moved was the day she met her. Jennie Kim was her name. She showed up in front of her door, a plate of cookies in her hand with a charming smile. She was a woman Lisa believed she can't ever be or ever have. Beautiful, witty, and bright. She felt like Jennie was the complete opposite of the blonde. But, her lovely personality wasn't the only reason Lisa knew she couldn't have her, it was because... Jennie Kim was already taken. Inspired by the song, I Would by Connie Talbot