A Ghost Is Born

Hwang Joonjae was a ruthless mafia don. Shrewd, calculative and manipulative, Joonjae was the most dangerous figure in the underworld. That is until he suddenly disappeared without a trace. Five years later, Joonjae returned to the country, only this time, he was not alone. Accompanying him was Lee Chaerin, a beautiful and mysterious girl, who went with him everywhere. Addressing her as his 'wife', Joonjae sets off to unveil a decade old mystery related to his family's death. The small setback is that only Joonjae can see or hear his 'wife'. Who is this mysterious Chaerin? Is she real or a fragment of his imagination? WARNING: THIS NOVEL WILL CONTAIN SOME SMUT. ALSO, DUE TO THE VIOLENT THEME OF THE NOVEL, THERE WILL BE A LOT OF DETAILED GRAPHIC VIOLENCE. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK AND NO FL VIOLATION WILL BE PRESENT IN THIS NOVEL. Cover Credit: Fanart from Pinterest with slight modifications

"I, Easton Braylle, son of Norman Braylle and future alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, hereby reject you, Catherine the Slave, to be my mate." Catherine had lost her memories due to trauma from the attack as a child and had been enslaved since the day her parents died at the mere age of 10, or so she thought. She had been bullied, mocked, and tormented after Norman's followers brought her to him forcefully just when she attempted to escape. 8 years later, she discovers who her mate is from the Silver Moon Pack. But that person rejected her after that night...tying her up and throwing her into a cage . But something happened that she least expected... Her memories came flooding back and she met two hot werewolves who both turned out to be her mates! Will she be able to resist the hottest, strongest, most dangerous Alpha alive or the incredibly handsome, super kind, and gentleman Beta of Blood Moon Pack? In the end, she only has to choose one mate to give her love. Who is it going to be??? BOOKS- Born To Be My Luna ( COMPLETED). Alpha's Cursed Luna (ONGOING). Alpha Hunter (ONGOING).

My husband's adopted sister invited me out to dinner, and while we were eating, disaster struck—a violent earthquake shook the ground beneath us. My husband, a firefighter, rushed to the scene as quickly as he could. But fate had a cruel plan for us. We were trapped beneath a massive boulder, unable to move, and the rescuers could only save one of us. He made his choice. He chose her—the adopted sister who had always been frail and sickly—over me, his wife, who was five months pregnant with his child. I begged him, pleaded with him to save me. But he turned his back on me. The boulder pressed harder, and I felt the sickening crack of my arm breaking. He didn't even flinch. "Alice has always been weak," he said coldly. "If I leave her here, she'll die." But when I died, he lost his mind.

The darkest corners of the world hold the secrets the leaders want you to forget. Deep inside a cabin covered with moss and shadows, those secrets are not yet forgotten. Under the moon, light glistens off of shining stones lining the porch and bundles of herbs drying from the rafters. Candlelight emanates from the interior and warmth surrounds the occupant. Inside this cabin was a forrest witch who was chanting a spell as she added herbs to a small caldron. Smoke rises and electricity fills the room. Her raven hair started to rise and the smoke turned glowing green. Leaves outside the cabin started swirling in the air raising around the cabin forming a circle. “None may find me where I reside, safe in the forrest this witch hides. Safe from the evil doers and safe from their men. None may ever find me again.” Cold. Like ice from an iceberg, his skin molded smoothly across his frame. The envelop in his hands was sealed by the Elder Lords sigil pressed into blood red wax. Slipping his long pale finger, breaking the seal, one word was inside. “Urgente.” His particular talents were once again needed.

When Aria Summersault got banished from her pack for making a grievous offense— her life turned upside down. Going rogue with an uncertain future, she engages in a battle and encounters Nicholas Sainthood, the Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, who happens to be her mate. Despite being spared from her ill-fated existence, another dilemma arises. A shadow from her parents' past hunts her, as do a series of secrets. What if the bond she shares with Nicholas is rooted in revenge? Will love be able to bridge the past into a bright future, or will it bring further ruins? *** "You have fooled me from the very beginning, Nicholas. Is everything you showed me a lie?" I faintly asked, my heart breaking into million pieces, and it doubled when he nodded his head, agreeing. "Yes, Aria."

Bata palang ay nakakakita na si Melody ng mga multo. Sinusubukan nya itong iwasan dahil 'yon ang sabi ng mama nya dahil nakikita nitong na bu-bully sya noon ng mga kaklase dahil sa pagiging weirdo. Pero kahit anong iwas nya ay wala, naiinis sya sa mga multo kaya hindi minsan ay hindi nito mapilang awayin at sigawan ang mga multong kinaiinisan nya at sanay na 'tong tawaging weirdo sa skwelahan nila. Lahat na yata ng studyante ay ayaw sakanya, bukod sa mahirap siya ay napalalapit din sya sa heartthrob ng school nila... Sa skwelahan na hindi sya bagay pero nakikibagay. Nakapasok lang naman sya sa school na 'yon dahil kaibigan ng mama nya ang may-ari non... Pero pano kung isang araw ay malaman nyang 'yon ang totoo nyang ama? May mam-bu-bully pa kaya sakanya? Ano nga bang magiging buhay nya kasama ang ama at ang mga multong nakapaligid sakanya? Makakahanap pa kaya sya ng lalaking tatanggapin ang pagka weirdo nya? Yong lalaking naniniwala sakanya...pero pano kung makatagpo sya ng lalaking hindi naniniwala sa multo? Tunghayan natin ang kwento ni Melody at pati ang mga multong laging nakasunod sakanya, tunghayan natin ang sari-sarili nilang kwento.

~BOOK ONE OF THE LOVE SERIES. Love’s darkest spark. ❧ To my darlings who wants to be owned and dominated, here is a perfect chance to get on your fucking knees. ❧ Love didn’t save them, hate did. Nicole Daniels never imagined her world would fall apart so violently. Betrayed by her husband, backstabbed by her best friend, and left grieving a child she never got to hold. She's done pretending to be okay. When Rhett Otis, her ex-husband’s cold and infuriating stepbrother, offers her a contract marriage with an offer she can’t refuse, she accepts without hesitation. It’s not love, It’s not hope. It’s survival and revenge or so she told herself. Yet she didn’t fall for him. She crashed, burned, and never recovered. While Rhett told her they were just business but he kissed her like she was his. He was supposed to stay away from her but he married her instead. She was forbidden, but he craved her destruction— hated her for slipping under his skin and hated himself even more for needing her to stay there. What began as a business arrangement becomes a brutal tangle of secrets, yearning, and something neither of them dare name. Enemies. Pretenders. Liars. That’s all they were ever meant to be. But sometimes, pretend hate burns too hot and love becomes the darkest spark.

Do you believe in reincarnation? a person who lives in the past and comes back in the future in different body, gender or even life status. every night after my 18th birthday, I always have this recurring dreams wherein I'm in a middle of an enchanting forest wearing a nice and beautiful dress then suddenly a man appears holding a necklace and slowly put in on my neck and once I turned to him he disappear.. and the only thing I could remember is his arm with a tattoo of chained heart. Until one day I met Ares Martinez, a billionaire and a powerful business tycoon. The first time that our eyes met my whole body shivers and longs to him. Pero dalagang pilipina siya at walang karanasan kaya naman hanggang panaginip na lang ang "connection" niya dito. Not until it came to her shop and demand a dinner date to her dahil sa pang iiwan niya daw dito sa "supposed luncheon date" nila na hindi naman niya alam! Paano kung yung "connection" nila sa panaginip ay maging totoo? at bakit sa tuwing mag lalapit ang mga katawan nila ay may kung anong boses siyang naririnig na tila galing pa sa ibang panahon. May kung anong connection nga kaya ang mga panaginip niya noon sa nangyayari ngayon sa kanila ni Ares? Paano kung hindi lang pala siya ang nakakarinig ng mga kakaibang bulong sa hangin? Paano kung sila pala ang susi upang mabuksan at mabuhay muli ang isang dakilang pagibig na hinadlangan ng pagkakataon subalit muling bubuuin ng panahon sa katauhan nilang dalawa. Does history will repeat itself? lets find out as Heather and Ares fight destiny for the sake of their own happiness.

After being reborn, the very first thing I do is schedule a hysterectomy. In my past life, my boyfriend's first love started a livestream channel to build her image as a brilliant OB-GYN. The moment she saw me vomiting, she deliberately claimed on livestream that I was pregnant. Right then and there, my boyfriend insisted that he had never even slept with me. I tried to explain, but she handed me medication to help sustain the pregnancy. She even told me to take care of myself and take them on time. Viewers made fun of my boyfriend, saying I had cheated on him. Furious, he broke up with me. Later, my personal information leaked, and countless men began harassing me for hookups. I couldn't take it anymore and jumped to my death. Meanwhile, his first love rode the fame wave of her brilliant OB-GYN persona, gaining followers and being idolized by her fans. But this time, I don't even have a uterus. Let's see how she plans to fake a pregnancy scandal now.

At my engagement party, my cousin drugged herself and tearfully begged me to lend her my fiance for one night, so I sent the Eastons' youngest son, who had always had a thing for her, on her way. When Erin woke up and realized it wasn't my fiance, she killed herself out of shame and despair. My fiance didn't blame me; he treated me as he always had. Ridden with guilt, I took care of Erin's mother after her death. But on my wedding day, my groom turned husband had me drugged and threw me to beggars. "Erin suffered like this back then," he said coldly. "You can atone for her pain with that filthy body of yours." And so, on my wedding night, I was violated to death—with a baby in my belly. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to that night when Erin tearfully begged me to give my fiance to her.