Your Throne Komiku Ending Explained - What Happened?

Jane Adair was one of the rising investigators in her generation leading this murder case of a strange event reported where young girls are being raped and killed after going missing for a week, when suddenly something strange happened to her. She suddenly dreamed of events that will happen that lead her to discover her own murder case. Will she be able to find who killed her? Or a guilty passed events will keep on happening?

Yasmine Katz fell into an arranged marriage with Leonardo, instead of love, she got cruelty in place. However, it gets to a point where this marriage claimed her life, now she is back with a difference, what happens to the one who caused her pain? When she meets Alexander the president, there comes a new twist in her life. Read What happened in Eastcliff to learn more

Billionaire's Lair #1 September Thorne is the most influential billionaire in the city. He's known as "The Manipulator", other tycoons are shivering in fright every time they hear his name. Doing business with him is a dream come true but getting on his bad side means the end of your business and the start of your living nightmare. But nobody knows that behind this great manipulator is a man struggling and striving to get through his wife's cold heart. Will this woman help him soar higher or will she be the one to end September?

Dark shadows, bloodlines and ancient magic. There was never a time I knew what normal was, not even in my dreams. Born a blood sucker, trained a warrior, blessed with gifts - or cursed which ever way you see it, and now having to protect myself from the ones that want my soul. But I'll burn before I let them. Or I might just drown... Right before I rip my heart open But you'll find me, at the bottom of the lake buried deep. Right after I rip my heart open

After a terrible encounter at a party, one year later, Hailey Fonte is ready to return to her hometown. She will depend on her friends, a mysterious guy, and a chance at proof to prove everyone wrong.

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."