florence pugh nose

Erin Hawkwood is a junior in high school and the perfect child, even when her twin Evelyn, and older brother Evan seem otherwise. That's until she meets Elijah D'Cruz on accident, who shows her what she's been missing.... His eyes pool with tears and I can't stop my tears from streaming down my face. My hands are trembling with the gun in it and I don't even know if I'll be able to hold it up straight. Is this it? The end? "I love you babygirl." He says, placing a kiss on my forehead, before turning the corner of his car and all I can hear are gun shots and wails and screams.

Amelia knew that she's not for breeding and definitely not for show. She is the rightful Duchess of House Florence--maybe more, but absolutely nothing less. Orphaned at a young age, Amelia Cicely Florence, the first lady ruler in the history of the Empire of Creador, was but seventeen years old. Upon her first appearance at the Gathering, some nobles and aristocrats questioned her capabilities and the role of women in society--that was to assist her husband, be his pillar of support, and make sure that their family lives for the next generation. But Amelia thought differently. Then entered Duke Alexander Clement, the man with a promise to support her and let her be what she wanted to do with her life. His conditions? Her happiness. Or is it? A slow-paced journey to forgiveness and acceptance; to life and love. *cover is an edited with the use of AI-generated characters. I couldn't find the artist who made it, if you do, pls inform me. Thank you and happy reading, lovely readers!

I finally asked, "Who are you?" He turned to face me, his dark black eyes possessing an almost hypnotic allure, melting my heart. Internally, I admonished myself, 'Hazel, get it together. You don't even know him. Calm down, my heart.' With a soft smile, he responded, "Alessandro, but you can call me Ale." If looks could be lethal, I wished this man would do the deed instead of the unpleasant encounter I had earlier. 'What is wrong with me?' I wondered, shaking off my thoughts as I introduced myself, "Hazel." His sharp gaze met mine, piercing my soul as he cryptically replied, "I know." ------------------ In the atmospheric cityscape of Florence, Hazel's life takes an unexpected turn when she encounters the enigmatic Alessandro. As the narrative unfolds through their intertwined perspectives, Hazel grapples with a sudden descent into fear and uncertainty, propelled into the shadows of Alessandro's clandestine world. The narrative, oscillating between Hazel's disoriented vulnerability and Alessandro's calculated poise, becomes a dance of secrets and dangers.

There was once a woman who was almost perfect. There were only 2 problems: she comes from a poor family and she has an inverted nose. Working in the BPO industry for 5 years, the 25 year old Cristina Moran has surpassed all of the expectations of the company she works with, being on top of the performance charts ever since her nesting period. However, when she received an indecent proposal from her Operations Manager, everything started turning upside down; feeling violated, she started taking it up on higher management level but of course they wouldn't listen. Because of financial issues and her mother being sick, she had no choice but to endure working with the malicious eyes of her CEO keeping a close eye on her. On top of this issue, she was torn between two lovers - Jacob, an old time friend from the training days who is also not well off in life, muscular due to his athletic nature. Was he smart? Yes, he was muscular. And Edward - a pale skinned skinny guy who seems to glisten under the sunlight. Very intelligent but short tempered. Son of the CEO of Horizon Online. -------------------------------------------------- "Thank you for calling Horizon Online high-speed technical support, my name is Tina, how may I help you?" almost sounding convincingly perky in spite of the storm she's been feeling inside; Cristina has always been resilient, and the hard worker amongst her peers. She learned to cough and fake a cold every so often so that everyone will assume that she was sick. She needs to look ALWAYS sick. *DING DONG* The sound of the PA system echoed throughout the office "ATTENTION PLEASE. MISS MORAN, MISS MORAN, YOU ARE TO REPORT TO THE CEO'S OFFICE AFTER YOUR CALL" the irritating feedback follows immediately after every announcement. 'What does that maniac want now?' Tina was worried sick. As she entered the CEO's office, a throaty voice welcomed her inside. "Cristina Moran, have a seat." his flabby face has been hardened throughout the years. His office smelled 70% alcohol and 30% cigar. Cristina, composing herself, trying not to puke, "You called for me sir?" she asked as polite as she could. Raffy grinned, the cigar transferring to the side of his big mouth "We have a new rule in the office," one last puff of the cigar before putting it out, then he continued "Facemasks are now forbidden"

Lady Florence Crawley is Mary Crawley's twin sister. The two are as different as night and day. Florence is more attentive to the needs of her family and their estate. Mary is all about position for herself. When the heir and Mary's fiancée perish on the Titanic a new heir is invited to meet them, but he has his sights set on sweet Florence after starting on the wrong foot with Mary. Meanwhile Cora is 5 months pregnant. Complete AU.

A slightly horror story

Some reflections are doorways. Others are prisons... Thirteen-year-old Florence Wells has always been practical—until mirrors start behaving strangely around her. When she discovers a hidden silver hand mirror beneath her bed, Florence's ordinary world shatters, revealing a lifetime of secrets. Her parents' fate. Her true heritage. And a mysterious academy hidden in the mountains that wants her unique abilities—for reasons both miraculous and dangerous.

There is a beautiful woman in the Philippines whose job is as a painter, she loved a man and loved her too, and because of that love they got married, but when she got married, her husband changed and abused her. (She promised herself that she would never love again.) And because she was abused, she separated from her husband and went to Russia, a few years later she returned to the Philippines to face her ex-husband. But she did not know herself, that she would love her ex-husband friend, she was afraid to love again, she was hurt by the love given by her ex-husband. P.S Names, characters, places, and events may be the work of the author's imagination or mere fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or local or human, living or dead, is purely coincidental. PLAGIARISM is a CRIME!

Apa kejutan terbesar yang pernah terjadi dalam kehidupan mu? Nadhira mengalami hal itu. Sebuah kejutan yang sangat besar menghampiri hidupnya. Kejutan yang mengubah dirinya dari seseorang yang sebelumnya hanya memiliki mimpi kini dikelilingi penuh oleh materi. Perubahan hidup yang menjadi awal kesakitan nya. Kesakitan yang membuat Nadhira nyaris kehilangan impiannya. Bahkan karena itu dia harus merelakan cintanya.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!