What Fabric Choices Look Good On You In Different Seasons?

I was the Beta’s daughter. He was the Alpha’s brother. Not to mention, he was the new Latin teacher at our High School. He reminded me of all that was good in our world. The world hadn’t quite hardened him enough to feel comfortable turning a blind eye. His eyes looked at me with genuine kindness. I needed him to turn a blind eye though. I needed him to not look and let me go. The only way I was going to survive is if I didn’t stand out until I graduated. I was already caught between my Alpha and my Father as they played their own games of succession within our pack. With a few months left, I didn’t need any complications. Nor did I need a mate. Instead I found both.

Gigi Geffrey’s life was about to change and she had no idea about it. Everything was perfectly planned by her, she had the best grades she could ever dream of, an amazing group of friends, and the perfect body. She thought she has everything worked out until she returns to her hometown after three years only to find out she still has a lot of things to figure out.With a terrible past behind her and a big mistake she made before leaving, Gigi only wants to make things up with the only person she truly cared about but she receives a cold slap in the face when she finds out this person was not willing to forgive her easily.Will she be able to make things up with the person she loved the most on Earth? Would she be able to finally explain why she left Illinois in the first place?Content tags: +16, explicit language, LGBTQ+Dress is created by Candela Schneer, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

~A girl as warm as a dandelion field ; A guy as cold as midnight mists ~ _______________________________ Zeeshant Mehra, the owner and CEO of India's one and only money-making company. Cold, Rude and ignorant but sweet, caring and loving for his family. Has temper issues and won't think twice before lashing out. Workaholic mf and barely does anything except work. Myra Vakharia, the patient, bubbly and goofy kinda girl. Thinks a hundred times before doing or speaking something. Loves her family but there are levels to her love. Living her life to the fullest and believes in living with all the privileges she has. Turning themselves into their best selves for each other, they gladly accept their arrange marriage. Giving their wedding life a chance and putting their best into this new relationship, they happily live In this arrange marriage until- Until that one point. What will happen when they embrace their old selves back after changing for good!? Who's the bad one and who's the innocent one? How are they gonna get through this misunderstanding between them? Let's see.....

My husband dotes on me. He's always saying I'm the one he cherishes most in this life. Everyone else envies me too, saying I married well—pampered like a princess. It all started when I mentioned, offhand, that tailored cuts flatter my figure. From that moment on, he kept it in mind every day, going out of his way to gather all kinds of designer womenswear for me. In the walk-in closet at home, there's always a wardrobe filled exclusively with my new clothes—each piece haute couture, with exquisite fabrics and impeccable craftsmanship. On New Year's Eve in our third year of marriage, the house was lively, packed with relatives chatting and laughing. With a smile, my husband handed me a gift box. "Go on, open your New Year's present." The frustration and resentment I'd been bottling up for so long exploded in an instant. I shoved the box to the floor. "It's the New Year—can you just stop for once?" The moment the words left my mouth, everyone fell silent. The relatives' expressions shifted; one after another, they began to scold me for being ungrateful, for not knowing how lucky I was. My husband looked at me, eyes full of shock and hurt. "I just bought you some pretty clothes. Why are you angry?" Amid their pointing fingers and his wounded questioning, I rushed into the walk-in closet like I'd lost my mind, dragging out those designer clothes and throwing them all over the floor. Everyone stared at me, stunned. No one said another word.

After Dad’s affair, Mom began sprinkling flour into his underwear every day. “That way, it’s clean, and I can see the truth,” she murmured. Her face was deathly pale. Dad always stood by the bed with his head lowered, letting her do as she pleased. When he left the bedroom, he would catch my worried gaze and give me a gentle smile. “Ellie, your mom’s sick. She’s just playing a game with me.” However, that day, Dad was leaving for an out-of-town business trip. While packing, he quietly pulled out the flour-dusted pair and replaced it with a clean one. The moment Mom saw it, she snapped. She rushed over and grabbed his suitcase. “Why did you switch it?” she shrieked. “Are you going to see that divorced receptionist from your company again? Even after I marked it with flour, you still want to fool around with her. Aren’t you afraid something will go wrong down there?” Dad stumbled as she tugged at him. At last, he shoved her away. “I’m going to the hot springs resort to meet a client. How am I supposed to show up like this? Can’t you stop being so paranoid all the time?” Mom staggered back into the wardrobe, and her tears instantly spilled out. “If you weren’t so desperate that you’d go after anyone, even a woman with a child, I wouldn’t be so paranoid.” Dad’s face flushed with anger. “At least Jocelyn’s child was her ex-husband’s, unlike you, who expected me to raise the spawn of the man who assaulted you. If I’d been pickier, I never would’ve married you!” A sudden clap of thunder cracked outside. Mom went still, and she slowly lowered her outstretched hand. I curled up in the corner of the couch as tears slid down my face. I knew then that Mom had truly reached her breaking point.

"I have never done this," I muttered, hypnotized by his eyes. "Nobody knows everything." He answered and gave me his hand. "You are so... so... So... beautiful." He was whispering his secret and I had his chiselled jaw wrapped in a small stubble beard in my hands. "You don't have to know anything. Follow me." He pulled me into his arms, he mumbled, I leaned over and kissed him. I cupped his cheeks and pulled him to kiss my lips. I want to savour those lips. He obeyed. He stormed into my life on a rainy day, one day just to shelter me. He was always uninvited into my life but once I tasted him, I realised I am more than I can be. He became My Taste I Like until I learnt his truth.