Who Won The Last Nikon Festival Competition?

Violetta was supposed to be the other woman in her own life. After discovering her husband, Mark, in an unforgivable betrayal with the one person she trusted most, her world fell apart. But what started as the end of a relationship became the beginning of something she never saw coming. In a world where she was once discarded, Violetta discovers that the sweetest revenge isn't just about moving on but it’s about moving up. When she crosses paths with a man who sees her worth, she finds herself playing a game that Mark never intended. Now, she’s not just moving on; she’s rewriting the rules of the family that once tried to break her.

Lily has loved Sebastian in silence for years—the handsome, arrogant heir of her pack. One stolen night of fiery passion leaves her believing they have a future, only for him to cast her aside and reject their sacred mate bond, shattering her heart. But fate has a cruel twist. At the grand mating ball, a terrifying new presence arrives: Alpha Noah, the ruthless, powerful leader of the feared Northern Reign Pack. With one look, he claims Lily as his destined mate, igniting a war between the two bitter rivals. Sebastian refuses to yield, and Noah will stop at nothing to possess her, even if it means burning the world to ash. Forced to go with the man she fears and hates, Lily soon discovers the truth is darker than she imagined. Betrayal runs deep, lies have poisoned her past, and the love she thought was lost may be the only salvation she has. As fiery desire ignites between her and Noah, and shattering truths about her birth and her brother’s death come to light, she faces an impossible choice. Will she cling to the bitter memory of her first love, or surrender to the fierce, all‑consuming passion of the Alpha who would set the world ablaze just to keep her?

PLEASE COMMENT, JUST TO LET ME KNOW THIS BOOK HAS READERS (EVEN 1 READER IS ENOUGH), SO I WON'T STOP WRITING. THANK YOU. Have you heard of the Irish matchmaking festival? Well, Annaliese Lee hasn't either. If it isn't for her job as a travel vlogger, she might never look into anything related to love matters; something she has decided to never deal with anymore. If there were an award for the unluckiest person in the world, she could be one of the top five nominees. Her first relationship fails after five years of dating. The second one also founders even after they are engaged. In the third one, she is dumped one month before the wedding! Isn't it only normal for her to stop believing in love? Nonetheless, fate has its way to lead her back to love again. There she meets William Chen who steals her heart when she least expects it. Ironically, the guy she falls for is bound by a promise to another girl. After all the hardships she has gone through, will she let him go to protect her heart from breaking? Or, will she fight for her love this time, taking all the risks of getting hurt once again?

When I was seven years old, a handsome man Mom brought home gave me a box of mangoes. That day, Dad watched me happily eating the mangoes as he signed his name on the divorce agreement. Then, he jumped to his death. From that day on, mangoes became a lifelong nightmare for me. So, on our wedding day, I told my wife, Irene Johnson, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." She held me without saying a word. From that moment on, mangoes became forbidden for her as well. … On the fifth Christmas Eve after we got married, Irene's childhood sweetheart, Steven Carter, placed a mango on her desk. That same day, she announced that she was cutting ties with him and fired him from the company. That day, I felt that she was the woman destined for me. ... Six months later, I return from overseas after closing a billion-dollar deal. At the celebration dinner, Irene hands me a drink. After I drink half of it, Steven, the man who was kicked out of the company, stands behind me and grins. "Is the mango juice good?" he asks. I look at Irene in disbelief, but she is holding back a laugh. "Don't be mad. Steve insisted I play a joke on you. I didn't give you a mango, just a bottle of its juice. "But I think Steve is right. There's something wrong with you for not eating mangoes. Look at how much you enjoyed it just now!" she says. I keep a cold expression, raise my hand, and splash the remaining mango juice onto her face. Then, I turn and walk away. Some things are never a joke. Mangoes aren't, and neither is my decision to divorce.

I come from an old-money family. My grandfather's will was ironclad: whoever gets an Ivy League acceptance letter unlocks 25% of a massive trust fund and a seat on the family board. Out of four siblings, I was the only one who stood a chance. Every night, my mother Victoria carefully made me a cup of "organic brain-boosting matcha." My twin sister Chloe and younger brother Mason never got that privilege. The night before the December SAT—the last chance for Regular Decision Ivy scores—Victoria handed me my green matcha as usual. The next day, my mind went completely blank during the test. I blacked out. I missed that application season. Meanwhile, Chloe—who spent her time at yacht parties and couldn't read an equation—miraculously got an offer from UPenn and sailed right onto the board. The second year, right before the test, my snobby cousin Brianna reached for my matcha. Victoria slapped her hand away and screamed: "Don't touch Ava's things!" That exam, I got severe stomach cramps and was rushed to the ER by ambulance. I had to drop out again. And Brianna—who only cared about designer bags—somehow got into Cornell and took her board seat. The whole family popped champagne in our Upper East Side penthouse. I became the laughingstock of Manhattan's elite, having missed two application seasons in a row. Why did my body crash like clockwork, right at the final, life-changing SAT? Prepping for the third time, I took no chances. For three days before the test, I ate only gluten-free detox meals controlled by a private nutritionist. But the night before the big test, Victoria smiled and brought me that familiar cup of green matcha.

My Alpha, Damon, and I grew up together. Our fated mate bond ignited the second we stepped onto the grounds of the Wolf Elite Academy. He looked at me, his eyes soft, and told me he had a surprise for me at the Academy’s New Moon Festival. He said I had to come on stage. My heart raced as I walked toward him. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, holding me tight. He told me to close my eyes and wait. The next second, the lights flared to life. I saw another Alpha’s daughter standing before me, a pair of silver scissors in her hand. Snip. My long hair had always been my pride. Now, it lay in ruined clumps on the ground. The hall erupted in the excited howls of the pack. His laugh was the loudest. The most cutting. The next day, he found out I was dropping out of the Academy. A wave of his uncontrolled Alpha power slammed into me. "You're leaving? Over a game?" I turned away calmly. "Yes."