Bible Scripture From Pulp Fiction

When Marcus lost the biggest deal to his enemy, Charles, he lost it all. He was angry and went on to lodge in a hotel. Octavia, who had always seen him online, went to serve him. Marcus was drunk and was vulnerable, so was she. They had sex and the next morning, Marcus was furious. He suddenly calmed down when he saw he had two deals which required women to win it. He didn't want to go in search of women because of his hate for them but because of the situation, he proposed a deal to Octavia

"Woman, you broke the contract. It is cleary written that you can't take away the child." The man trapped Ruby James in between the wall and his tall and muscular body. "But I gave you one." "This is what I should get but it can't change the fact that you took one away. It is obvious that you broke the deal. So, you have to compensate with one billion dollar." "But I don't have that much money." "So, how about signing another contract." "What type of contract?" "A marriage contract."

Lucy never expected to have a stepbrother who is also her senior at the hospital she works at. That man is Luke, the youngest surgeon and head of the surgical department. They must become family because Lucy's mother needed money to support their pharmaceutical company which was on the verge of bankruptcy. Meanwhile, Luke's father needs Lucy and her family to cover up his illegal business from public attention. But just before they are introduced as stepsiblings, they accidentally spend a night together after Lucy breaks up with her boyfriend after seeing him cheat on her in front of her eyes.

Natupad ang pangarap ni Rachelle na ma-interview ang man-of-the-hour ng TV broadcasting na si Carlo Dela Cruz. Matagal na niyang iniilusyon ito. Pero kalabisan nang pangarapin pa niyang maging boyfriend o asawa ito, dahil not in a million years na pag-uukulan siya nito ng espesyal na atensyon. Nakuntento na siya sa alaala ng una't huling pagkikilala nila--- hanggang sa lumabas sa internet ang litrato nilang dalawa na magkasama sa isang grand and romantic vacation sa Thailand. Alam niyang edited lamang ang naturang litrato--- ngunit nagdulot iyon ng sukdulang galit sa guwapong broadcaster. Engaged to be married na pala ito, kaya walang pakundangang kinompronta siya nito. At himala ng mga himala na lamang ang maaring magpalambot sa puso nito....

Christelle Ramona Sandoval De Leon owner of CRDL Empire is a woman with dignity  pero dahil sa galit na namamahay sa kanyang puso ay nagpanggap siyang mahirap at nag-apply bilang kasambahay para makapasok sa buhay ng dating kasintahan at magawa ang paghihiganting matagal din niyang pinag-planuhan. But life is a mystery so as love dahil ang plano lang sanang paghihiganti ni Christelle ay nauwi sa pagmamahal at panibagong kasawian.

I, Damien, reject the pregnancy. I'm not responsible for it. She sleeps with the guards." Emily, a slave bound to the ruthless Prince Damien of Opsia, is left to die after becoming pregnant — a crime punishable by death. Betrayed. Humiliated. Condemned. Her fate seems sealed. Until another prince steps forward. Prince Ethan of Blackmoon halts her execution, purchasing her under the guise of a ritual offering. In his kingdom, he offers her care, protection, and something dangerously close to love. But his eyes hide secrets, and his reasons for saving her may be far darker than kindness. Then, the unthinkable: Emily’s true identity is revealed — and Damien returns, desperate to reclaim her. Now torn between two princes: – The tyrant who shattered her – The savior who might be lying She must choose. But who... Who is she truly? Who stole her past? And who will pay for her suffering? One woman. Two princes. A destiny that will shatter kingdoms.

Everyone knew Elio Carbone, Don of the Carbone family, was a cold-hearted womanizer. He had one rule: never sleep with the same woman twice. But for me, he broke it. The first day after our breakup, he stood outside the old Bianchi estate for a day and a night, his entire security detail in tow, just to win me back. The second day, he flew to Sicily and bought the deed to my family's ancestral estate at auction for triple its value, and had it delivered to me. The third day, he tattooed my favorite flower, the lily, over his heart. The tattoo artist said he refused any anesthetic and didn't make a sound. Later, at a banquet for the Five Families, in front of all the other Dons, he sliced his palm and made a blood oath. He swore loyalty only to Eleonora Bianchi for the rest of his life; if he broke his vow, he would pay with his life. After a year of his relentless pursuit, his devotion finally wore me down, and I agreed to take him back. I truly believed him then. That Elio truly loved me. Until one night. He took me to an underground racetrack to broker a deal with an ally. But in the roaring crowd, I saw a girl, trembling and crying, her clothes in tatters. Ava was shoved to the starting line. She was the wager for the death race. One look was all it took for Elio's face to darken. The next second, he dropped his hand from my waist and, without a word, walked toward the track entrance. I stood frozen, watching his back as he disappeared into the driver's seat of a modified sports car. I used to wake up crying, terrified he would lose his life in one of these reckless races. He had smashed his trophies, burned his marker for the illegal track, and sworn to God he would never again enter such a life-or-death gamble. My hand drifted to my stomach, covering the secret I hadn't yet had the chance to share. His blood oath was broken. And so was I.

I've been married to Elliot Graves, the mafia drug lord in NYC, for the past eight years. But today—on our wedding anniversary—I received a photo of him with my best friend, Lila, celebrating as if they were the ones married. And in her arms was my son, Owen. I stared at the image, then typed out two words in reply. “How perfect.” Half a hour later, Elliot stormed through the front door. His voice thundered through the hallway. “Why do you always have to be so bitchy to Lila?” Owen, my own little boy, shoved at my leg and glared. “Bad Momma,” he said. “I wish Miss Lila was my real mommy.” I didn’t flinch. I simply walked over to the drawer, pulled out the crisp stack of papers I’d long prepared, and dropped them on the table with a quiet finality. “Alright,” I said, my voice calm. “It’s all my fault. Now, can I go?”

Five years ago, Violet Wells lost everything—her family, her unborn child, and the life she thought she knew. Now, she’s back, sharper, stronger, and ready to dismantle the world that betrayed her. But revenge is never simple. Allies are treacherous, lovers hold secrets, and every move could ignite a war she might not survive. As fathers lie, stepmothers scheme, and stepbrothers hide deadly truths, Violet must navigate a maze of betrayal, power, and forbidden desires. In a world where love can hurt as much as it heals, and trust is a luxury she can’t afford, Violet will discover that the cost of reclaiming her life might be higher than she ever imagined. Prepare for a storm of deception, heartbreak, and shocking twists, because no one is innocent, and no one is safe.

Was It a curse to be mated to the three most powerful, narcissistic Alphas of the werewolf clan? * Sophia was once a princess of the Fae Kingdom, on her way to becoming the queen once her father stepped down from the throne. Her heart was hardened against the werewolves; their natural enemy, and she was in charge of ensuring their entire species was reduced to ashes. Not until the werewolf joined forces with the vampires and triumphed over them during war. Homeless, hungry and orphaned, Sophia is forced to work as a slave for the enemies, all the while harboring revenge for them in her heart. But just when she was going to take action, the Moon goddess decides to toy with her a bit, and she realizes that she had been fated to the three Alphas of the werewolf clan. Not only that, she would have to bear their heir, acting as the surrogate than their true mate since they didn't accept her whole heartedly. What was the Moon goddess thinking?