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. And maybe that's her goal. 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

Eight years ago, Liam Alcaraz walked out of Mia Villaruiz's life without a backward glance, leaving her with nothing but a shattered heart, unanswered questions, and the memory of the boy who once made her believe in forever. Now, Liam is one of the youngest, most powerful, and most desired CEOs in the country. And Mia? She is no longer the quiet, outcast girl he once dismissed. She is the number one passer of the bar exam, a corporate lawyer whose name alone makes seasoned executives sweat. Fearless, sharp, and impossible to intimidate. When fate brings her into Liam's boardroom, his billion-dollar empire becomes the biggest case of her career and her toughest challenge. Vale, the firm's respected senior partner, makes it clear that if Mia can take on Liam Alcaraz and win, securing him as their new big client, she will earn her place as the youngest partner in the firm. But boardroom battles are not the only thing waiting for them. Because every heated exchange is laced with tension that makes breathing difficult. Every glance lingers too long. Every accidental touch threatens to awaken something they both tried to bury. Liam is determined to prove he is no longer the boy who broke her. Mia is determined to show him she is no longer the girl he left behind. But in a world where pride is power and desire is dangerous, old wounds reopen, truths begin to surface, and the line between love and hate slowly disappears. Because some temptations are impossible to resist. And some hearts never truly let go.

Take a glimpse. Who is it going to be? Only one will come out victorious . It's a chance they are willing to take #zuhriyya #najla It's a game worth playing Get your 3d glasses ready its about to get wild ...... Lovestory Rivalry

Callie is innocent as hell Gregor is her new best friends brother

Two best friends who kidnap band members for money

A Harry Styles fanfic! There is a boy at school, I text a lot with him. Once, I got a message via Instagram, my whole world changed. We never actually met in real life, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't even know who I am. But oh well, I at least know him. He is the badboy of my school. He started to experience stuff, very, very, very bad stuff. Not even only talking about joining friends and smoking a bit of a cigarette. No, he's doing wrong. And to be his girlfriend, I have to do the same. How will I survive such a thing? All rights reserved! Copying not allowed! Btw, I suck at story descriptions! :P

So there's this boy...... I am so addicted to the idea of Him and I being together:/

I'm Angela(Angie) Marrion 14 years old; a social disaster and an average teenage girl. Mum has been taken into the Mental Health department, in hospital. Now, I am forced to go every Friday night, with my 16 year old sister Candy and my dad to their ice-hockey matches. Yeah. I play ice-hockey and love it but Friday nights are usually my Netflix Nights!

she thought of his smile day and night.

thank god your dimples are back. »k.n.j«

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Lola Adams is torn between two worlds One heart can sincerely love one heart and not two. How is she going to make such a big decision without shattering any heart

How I feel about a certain boy with brown hair and dimples. And I can't tell him any of it

The creature shoved his head towards him making Jungkook squirm and almost pee his pants. "D-d-dont touch me!!! Do you know how expensive this is???? Shoo! SHOO" He hated it. How is he going to spend the rest of the year here? Feeling fed up he kicked the horses leg trying to get him to get the hint and go away. But oh boy was he wrong. The horses nose was flaring and his eyes glaring. His feet was kicking the ground like he was going to charge at him. He felt like the boy who holds up a red flag for the red bull. "Sssstttoop, noooo stay there- what- HELP HELP AHHHHHHH" Fuck my life. And ladies and gentlemen this is how Jungkooks stamina was boosted to oscar level! Just kidding. And ladies and gentlemen this is how........ yeh read to know DO NOT post, plagiarise or translate (without permission) no

"True love is rare, and it's the only thing that gives life real meaning." That quote came from her favorite author. Well, hey there! Question: Do you like love stories? If you do then stop now and get out of here, this ain't one of them. What if the princess was saved from her tower not by a shinning knight on a valiant steed, but from a sorcerer who so happened to pass by her volcanic tower guarded by a vicious old dragon. His intentions were malicious, for he wanted to break her spirit. But she never yielded. Let me stop there before I bore you to death, if you'd like to stick with me throughout the line of text, then maybe I might share a nugget or two to brighten, destroy, make or inspire your day. Allow me to start the story with the cheap and redundant first liner every old school short story begins with. Once upon a time...

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?