Dimples Stories

two truths, one lie. which one is a lie? ༺🗡༻ She's just a baker, or is she? ___________ She runs a bakery that feels safe in a city that isn't. Warm bread. Quiet mornings. No one looks at her twice. He's a gangster with a dangerous name and a hidden empire, living a life built on loyalty, violence, and blood. What begins as caution turns into something dangerous. Trust forms where it shouldn't. Feelings grow in a world that punishes weakness. He believes he knows who she is. He really doesn't. Because she isn't just a baker. And when the truth finally surfaces, love may be the smallest thing they lose. -------------- Grumpy x grumpier

In the enchanting world of Mr Park, there lived a man like no other. With great wealth and mystery, he commanded attention wherever he went. But beneath his impressive exterior, Mr Park faced a peculiar challenge. He had been issued a dare - find a suitable girlfriend within a year and win a million dollars. The urgency became apparent as news arrived of his brother's upcoming wedding. Mr Park knew he couldn't face this occasion without a woman by his side that represented his stature and desirability. However, his quest for love proved to be far from easy. His enigmatic persona posed a barrier to his own happiness. With each passing day, he withdrew further, making it nearly impossible for women to approach him. Desperation set in as the clock ticked relentlessly towards his brother's nuptials. Would Mr Park succeed, defying the odds and winning the wager? Would he find a love that would stand the test of time? This tale holds the answers to these burning questions. Prepare to navigate the treacherous waters of Mr Park's quest for romance. Will he triumph? Only time will tell.

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"Just call me Mob." "Mob? That can't be your name, especially for a flower like you." "It isn't, but it's what everyone calls me." "and who exactly is everyone?" "Why do you need to know?" "Hm? oh, no reason, just curious."

It's 2027 and the health minister has been assassinated. Mali, a sixteen-year-old orphan, has been framed for the murder. Has the military set her up? Or is it a plot by big business? Mali finds herself navigating a complex landscape where her only friends are her colleagues. Battling a bruising court case with her estranged pop star sister and evading an arrest warrant, Mali goes on the run. Her travels take her all over the city but also on an inner journey that leads back to herself

I wish to be a butterfly. Free to do whatever I want. To fly where I wish. But I can't. I can't do this because of something that happened about three years a go. Someone that I trusted betrayed me. Now I find it hard to trust people- to even trust myself. It's hard because now trust, to me, is linked to bad experiences But what if, you could trust someone and not regret it? What if, someone made your life better? Not necessarily because of the words they said, or the actions they did- but because of their presence- Their very presence was enough to make you feel happier.

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Two hearts meet each other every day on the road. Their eyes lock, heart flutter but will they admit they are in love? A high school love story, with matchmakers Grandma Mandy and Grandpa Bubbly in action.

[Rated PG-13] I will be your friend. I will help you get the girl that you want. I will teach you things you've never experienced. You have to help me help you, but, Marcel, please don't make me fall in love with you. *If you live under a rock and don't know who Marcel is...it's Harry's character in Best Song Ever*

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When war breaks out, where do celebrities go? Do they hide in bomb shelters? Stay in their basements? No. The International Hidden Celebrity Association is a secret organization that hides celebrities in an underground complex during war in order to protect them. No one knows about it, and you only find out what it is if there is war, and you are a celebrity. Except in some cases. When TIHCA mistakes Sophia Willis for a British popstar, and she is brought to the underground complex with 4/5ths of a famous boy band, how will the boys react? More importantly, how will Sophia?

Caydon Phoenix had learned to live with ghosts. Not the kind that haunted old houses-but the kind that lived beneath his skin, in the hollow spaces between his heartbeats, in the phantom ache of something vital that had been carved away. The doctors called it retrograde amnesia. A neat diagnosis that did nothing to explain the gaping void where pieces of himself used to be. He had rebuilt his life after the accident-the one that left him in a coma for months. When he finally woke up, he'd emerged into a world that felt fundamentally wrong. Not unfamiliar, exactly. Wrong. Like a song played with crucial notes missing, leaving the melody incomplete. His family was gone. The car accident had taken them all, leaving him the sole heir to the Phoenix empire. He'd thrown himself into the work, filling eighteen-hour days with meetings and deals, anything to drown out the persistent whisper that something essential had been left behind. But the feeling never quieted. It was there when he woke gasping from dreams of dimpled smiles and eyes the color of-what? He could never hold onto it long enough to know. The images dissolved the moment he woke, leaving only sweetness and an ache so deep it felt like grief. His colleagues thought he was driven. His board members called him relentless. But Caydon knew the truth: he was searching. Desperately searching for something he couldn't name, someone he couldn't remember, in every face that passed, every laugh that echoed, every moment that struck him with dizzying familiarity. The therapists promised the fragments would eventually come together. Time and patience, they said, as if those words meant anything to a man who felt incomplete. His family's friends spoke in careful half-truths, their eyes holding secrets they wouldn't share. "You had someone," they'd say. "Someone important. Someone you would have died for." Would have died for. Who? Why wouldn't they tell him? And why did the not-knowing feel like suffocation?

"I feel as if my body is broken into pieces...as if ever since, I was dropped like a delicate beautiful vase and all of my pieces shattered against the cold hard floor of reality. Every piece cannot be found. Not even the the small core of me. I am Broken, and they or him can't do anything about it. Let me succumb to my cracks and wounds as I lay here to suffer slowly and painfully." Sequel to Little Things. All right reserved. Copyright 2013

Karly is your average teenage girl, until she meets a mysterious man named Luke. Karly cant understand why she has grown so fond of this stranger in her life, until she realizes how dangerous he really is.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. I am not a professional writer, and most of the things I wrote are either based on my imagination or my real life experiences. But I would love it If readers asked questions for clarifications and react actively to my writing. The man scratched his left brow awkwardly as Viola continued to gawk at him. "CanIbuyyouadrink?" she snapped out of her trance. His head tilted to the side "Pardon?" he couldn't have caught what she said. "As thanks, can I buy you a Drink?" she bit her lower lip in embarrassment, she has never dated before much less offering a guy a drink. She had already given up on the thought of being in a relationship. She knew her flaws and thought that if she finds a partner, she just wonders how long he would be able to keep up her weirdness. "I'm sorry but, I have a fiancé, and I'm pretty sure she'd be jealous if she saw me with another woman" Viola winced at his choice of words; she was hurt of the frank rejection. "But, thanks anyway, I understand you mean well" his lips stretches a small smile revealing his dimples. Viola forced a grin "it's alright! I mean I would totally be angry too, If I was your fiancé." Guilt washes over her shame, she hadn't intended on stealing other men from other women, Not especially since He was had already proposed to the lucky woman.

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