An Jing Jay Chou

“I only needed to be married to you for three months. Pero hindi ibig sabihin noon ay aasta kang asawa ko, because I will never treat you as one.” Akala ni Jyla ay wala nang mas lalala pa sa buhay niya sa selda at ang sunod-sunod na trahedyang napagdaanan niya, not until Zion Calvino, a sociopathic bastard, bailed her out. Nagkanda letse-letse na nga ang buhay niya simula nang mag-krus ang landas nila at kailangan pa niya itong pakasalan at pakisamahan bilang asawa sa loob ng tatlong buwan kahit gaano pa sila nasusuklam sa isa’t isa.

My name is Christian Thompson, and once upon a time, I was the best striker in European football. That was until he came along—Ashford Ryder, young and carefree, 10 years my junior and the new shining star. I hate him. At least that's what I tell myself. Not just because he's taken my spot, but because he's everything I've struggled all my life to be, and not to be. He's vibrant, he's happy, and the worst of all, he's openly gay. I'm not homophobic, quite the opposite—I've lived in the closet all my life. All my life, I've had to hide who I am to please the people around me. European football hasn't always been this accepting of gay men, and I'd squeezed myself into a box to fit in with what they wanted of me. It isn’t that hard when you think about my family who'd rather disown me than have an openly gay son. So imagine how I feel when the world decides to be more accommodating to people like Ashford Ryder when they shoved me in a box. It's not so easy to hate the happy-go-lucky striker, when he does everything to get close to me, despite my insistent hatred for him. He's like a thorn in my side—a hot, sexy, blonde, 5ft9 thorn I can't stop thinking about. But when one day I lose my cool around the popular striker and land myself in bad press, I end up needing his help. It's supposed to be easy. Spend some time with Ashford Ryder, and show our fans that we can work together—it's what I need to do to save my career. But no one tells you how hard it is to hate someone you spend every waking hour dreaming about.

“You’re mine.” “No,” she corrected, stepping closer until their chests nearly brushed. “I’m your obsession. There's a difference.” Then—again—that wicked, infuriating smirk. He leaned in slowly, lips ghosting over her ear. “I don’t share, Elara.” “Then you should’ve tried harder to keep me.” She turned and walked away, disappearing into the shadows of the garden without looking back. Killian stayed there, jaw tight, fury simmering below the surface. She thinks she’s winning. But she hadn’t seen obsession at its peak. Not yet **** Elara Beckett picture perfect life crumbles when her step sister, Ivy, stole her fiancé, Aiden, and her father’s company. Heartbroken Elara leaves then returns five years later as a successful fashion designer who is determined to take back her legacy and bring her sister down. She teams up with billionaire Killan Hayes, a ruthless man who has his own vendetta against ivy. A fake engagement is created and they work together to defeat Ivy and Aiden. In the process, sparks fly between Killan and Elara, this complicates their alliance. Dark secrets about her family and Killian's hidden motives come to light threatening to destroy everything. Elara must rise up and reclaim her destiny and find love in the chaos.

Run, Run, RUN. Don’t stop. The night was falling and like the creatures of the day, I needed to hide. My heart is thundering in my chest, echoing the sounds of the war that rage from the fields of my once loved home. That was before the coven came. Surprising us and taking my home and pack. The attack happened so quickly that no one was ready. We had no warning and after hours of waiting I was found. I had to run. Don't stop running. “CRACK” the current of magic shoots by and hits the tree to my left, my bare feet crunching the earth hard and fast. My small heart fluttering faster than a hummingbird's wings, my once sparkling beautiful dress is no more. It’s tattered, dirty, and torn. The edges burnt to a crisp and coated in blood from bodies of the battlefield that I raced away from. “Come here little wolfie,” a harsh raspy voice calls out cutting through the trees I hide quickly behind a tree to take cover to breathe, “I just want a little chat!” He calls singsong like, taunting me. He wants to find me to kill me. Ducking further behind my tree I hold my breath, my young body shaking with so much force my bones ache. Holding my breath and closing my eyes hoping for safety that surely won’t come. At only 11 years of age, I can’t fight this grown warlock... he will surely kill me like he did my parents... “Wolfie princess, where are you?” He mimics the rhythm of a child’s tune, as if I’d listen. Closing my eyes tighter I don’t want to die. I’m too young. My mind is racing, and my hearts bound t....

I sat on the front row,listening to Dad preach against sin with all act of seriousness. I could feel the word 'sin' disgusted my father, and listening to his words gave me goosebumps. Being a preacher's only child came with responsibilities and expectations. I lived by dad's rules. I rarely lied, I never stole, I read my bible every single day, just as a pastor's son should. But still, I have one problem. It started the moment my parents separated me from the opposite gender, sending me off to a boarding school, which consisted of only my gender.

people says everyone's destiny is written by god even before we are born but no one knows whether it's true or not and if it's true then what I did that god wrote so much pain and suffering in my destiny....... standing in the cemetery near a grave dressed in all black Kyle cried out like a wounded wolf in the heavy rain that was pouring down from the last three days. It seems like the sky is also crying about the demise of Bella. A tall guy in black came quietly behind Kyle and put his hand on her shoulder and said in a deep Husky voice, "Are you really gonna marry him?? Do you know what are you doing Kai?? You are putting your life in danger for revenge and hatred." Kyle stayed silent for a while and then said with a faded tone to the guy, "I am leaving that little guy in your hands, and now you must keep him safe, and don't worry I will kill all of them before I hit the death bed." It's a glimpse of the story hope you liked it and gonna stay tuned till the last. Please try to ignore my grammatical mistakes if you find any and please show your love and what you think about the story through your comments 😊

“Born in blood. Sworn in blood. You enter alive, you leave dead!” He spat and shot Hunter. He walked out of the room with his soldiers without looking back after wiping out a whole family of five. There is a cough in the serene room of the dead…

"Be mine to own and I'll make your Ex Husband wish he never crossed you....You have four minutes to decide what you want, Little Peach!" ☆☆☆☆☆☆ Olive Anderson's life was shattered when her husband betrayed and divorced her on her hospital bed. The same day, her mother's illness worsened, and the hospital demanded a hefty sum. Desperate, Olive turned to her uncle for help, only to be coerced into sleeping with an investor. Left with no choice but to sleep with the investor to get the money to pay for the medical expenses. There was a mix up and she ended up in the bed of a drunk CEO, that single night marked the beginning of her unending misery and as well fortune. The stranger she slept with turned out to be her cousin's arranged- soon-to-be husband. And when he met her again, he wanted her! He would possess her! He won't let her go! Logan Smith-The Ambitious Tycoon from a prestigious family whose only motive was to get an arranged wife to clear his reputation and stop the rumor of him being Gay, found Olive as a suitable bride because of his Rare Physical contact disorder. He can't be touched by a woman. Therefore, He would do anything to get Olive Anderson who was the first woman to touch him without his illness flaring up. Olive is trapped between her desires as Logan proposes a deal: financial support and revenge on Olive's ex-husband in exchange for her belonging to him. Olive is torn between her thirst for vengeance and the scheming CEO's possessive grasp. She found herself exposed to a world she never bargained for and she was thrust into a world filled with self-discovery-challenging everything she thought she knew about herself.

Jason Peters was a fifteen year old boy in high school. He was a victim of severe bullying by his mates in school. Unknown to him, he had hidden werewolf powers that first manifested when he tried to defend himself from a bully known as Jones Hardy. Jones Hardy was immediately hospitalised after the incident. Two more defense fights led to the expulsion of Jason Peters. He finally became aware of his strange powers and began to unravel facts about himself. In the long run, he got into another school and got involved in a full blown out fight with a boy over a classmate of Jason's whom the both were crushing on at the same time. The boy finally got hospitalised just like Jones Hardy. Jason Peters got expelled again leaving his parents distraught about the whole situation. But unknowingly his dad gave out a hint about the family's long werewolf history. Jason decided to find the truth about his superpowers. He found out and confronted his father about it. Mr George Peters succumbed and told his son everything. Jason was persuaded by his father to take an antidote that would help relieve him of the remaining werewolf curse, but he was not having it. He found out about a school for werewolves in an old city and ran off with his father's credit card to the school to get himself enrolled. He was not going to hide who he was, rather he would use his powers for the good of his society. He wanted to create a world where humans and werewolves could coexist. A new adventure began in his new school. He began life afresh, and worked hand in hand with law enforcement agents to fish out criminals, which led to the fulfillment of his dreams.

A group of unexpected guests suddenly barged into my relative’s funeral. The woman, Xena Carter, leading them claimed to be my husband’s girlfriend and declared that she was here to punish me, the supposed mistress. Out of respect for the funeral, I did not want to make a scene, so I calmly suggested she wait until it was over. But out of nowhere, she lashed out and ordered her group to shred all of my clothes. My relatives around us did nothing and watched coldly as it happened. I calmly dusted myself off, stood up, and led her over to the urn. "This urn for my mother was bought by your boyfriend. It cost nearly a million!" As expected, the mistress flew into a rage, smashing the urn to pieces. "You shameless family of lowlifes! Don’t think you’ll get a single cent from my boyfriend, even in death!" What she did not know was that when I said "mother," I was referring to my husband’s mother, my mother-in-law. She was causing a scene at my mother-in-law’s funeral, and she had just smashed her urn to pieces.