Big Mom Family

I'm Kennedy, the pack's recognized Luna, and Tyler's fated mate—or so I foolishly believed. That day, the pregnancy test burned in my palm as I traced the tiny life growing inside me, my heart swelling with secret joy. But that joy turned to ash outside the club on that rainy night. Brenda's back—the woman who saved his life, the one he chose without hesitation over me. He grew colder by the day, letting her friends call me a FAKE LUNA to my face, even saying he wanted to reject our mate bond. I clung to my pregnancy like it was my last shred of dignity, terrified that if I spoke up, all I'd hear was his icy command-- "Abort it." He left me soaking in the rain, ignored me when I was burning with fever, and let me be humiliated, let me be pressured. But he forgot— I'm Kennedy, not some fragile vine that bends to his will. He'll pay the most brutal price for that stupid mistake!

Seth Allen had never had any luck with women when it comes to love and marriage. Soon, he became tired of his lonely life and decided to get a surrogate mother to carry his child. All of Isabella's life, she never had any luck with men. All they always seem to want from her was just sex. Already tired of the disappointments, she decided that she was going for an insemination using an unknown sperm donor. The hospital made a mistake and Isabella carried the child of Seth. Neither of them was ready to let go of the baby. All they were left with was to live together so that they could decide how to solve the mess. Would they be able to get past their experience and shed their insecurities for the sake of their future?

“Mommy, hindi mo ba kami naaalala?” - Triplets “She’s not your mother.” - Billionaire Namulat ang mga mata ni Yasmien sa isang mapang-abuso at probeng asawa na si Carding habang dinaranas ang pagkawala ng kanyang alaala. Isang gabi ay bigla na lamang may geniuses triplets na nanggulo sa kubo niya at nagtatalo-talo ang mga ito kung siya nga ba ang “Mommy” nila. Maya-maya pa'y sumulpot ang isang bilyonaryo na ito ring yumanig sa buhay niya. Ngayon ay komplikado na siya kung siya nga ba ang ina ng geniuses triplets gayong sinasabi ng bilyonaryong ama ng mga ito na hindi siya ang ina!

[WARNING: This story contains mature themes with profanities, hardcore graphical explicit sexual situations, and others. Strongly recommended for 18+ only. Otherwise, read at your own risk.] Bata pa lamang si Jack ay iniwan na sila ng kanyang ama. Ang tanging kasama lang niya ay ang maganda at napaka-bait niyang stepmom na si Marianne. They only have each other, through the good times and the bad times. Pero paano na lang kung biglang umamin si Jack na ang kaisa-isang taong gusto niyang makasama at mahalin ay walang iba kundi si Marianne? A love that overflows like magma - a love, so intense and hot that it burns in every touch. Sa mundong walang kasiguraduhan at puno ng tukso at pagkakamali, ang pag-ibig nga ba nila Jack at Marianne ay pang-walang hangganan? Paano na lang kung may mga taong patuloy silang pinaglalayo sa isa't isa? Jack once said to Marianne, "I don't care about anyone. I want you to be mine! At kahit masunog ako sa pagmamahal natin sa isa't isa, that's fine. Gustuhin at mahalin mo lang ako hanggang wakas, I am more than willing to be burnt to death."

Arranged to marry a man she had never met at age twenty, Caroline wasn’t keen about it, but ended up reluctantly agreeing to the contract marriage on realizing there was going to be a huge sum of money involved. The marriage ended up being a complete whirlpool of different things for Caroline and her husband, Richard, and they ended up getting a divorce, before parting ways. Five years into the future, a freshly shot patient gets rushed to the hospital in which Caroline works, who surprisingly turns out to be her ex-husband, Richard. Love really does bloom in unexpected situations and Richard ends up falling for Caroline harder than he ever thought possible, realizing that he could never let her go this time, especially now that he knew she had bore him a son in secret.

Ella Leen hid her identity to pursue Damon Monteverde, the genius boy who can make anything from scratch, but was still despised and looked down because of being a poor man. He hated rich people, so she thought that by enduring hardship along with him, he would be able to finally see her sincerity and love. That she was not any worse than his first ever love. But seeing that even after five years they were married together, she still can’t be compared with his first girlfriend--his first love. She finally left. But.. “You don’t love me Damon. You just can’t stand the fact that I left.” She left, not wanting to turn back, but he grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer towards him, as his hot breath sprayed on her face. “Come back, and I prove it.” Ella chuckled, her multi-million worth of watch shook slightly under the dazzling sun, "Sorry. I can’t come back.” “I’m busy inheriting properties.”

Klaire's marriage was a failure. Neither her husband nor her own biological family had shown her love. She endured humiliation and felt abandoned by those she desperately wanted acceptance, so she ran away. Pagkalipas ng limang taon ay bumalik siya sa Pilipinas dala ang kambal na anak. Ngunit mapaglaro ang tadhana. Ang inakala niyang mga patay na anak ay buhay pa pala!What if her quadruplets plan a way for her and her ex-husband to get back together? Will she give the ever-cold, ruthless, and heartless Alejandro Fuentabella a second chance?

Jebakan dari kekasih jahat membuat Tamara kehilangan kesuciannya. Enam tahun kemudian, Tamara mendapatkan pekerjaan baru. . Siapa menduga pria berkuasa yang mempekerjakannya adalah ayah dari tiga anak kembarnya. . “Paman Penguasa Jagad Raya, apa Paman ada teman yang tampan, kaya, dan juga berkuasa yang cocok untuk Mommy?" . “Hei ... kalian masih kecil, kenapa mengurusi hal dewasa?” . “Siapa bilang kami masih kecil? Kami bahkan cukup besar untuk memberi/menolak izin kalau sampai Paman jatuh cinta pada Mommy.” . “Aku tidak akan jatuh cinta pada mommy kalian!” . “Apa? Paman berani tidak jatuh cinta pada Mommy? Keterlaluan!”

The day I died, the baby in my womb was only five months old. In that final phone call, my father, John Harlow, the godfather of the Harlow family, spoke with a voice as icy as a loaded gun. "A married woman belongs to her husband's family, even in death." When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I had been placed under house arrest. He was circling my college application with a red pen. "Girls who study art are easier to marry off." In front of him, I tore the family's marriage alliance files into pieces. "I'm going to Camford University. I'm studying Computer Science." He sprang to his feet so suddenly that his finger nearly jabbed my face, his sleeve cuff revealing the family crest tattoo. "If you dare defy me, don't ever regard me as godfather." I smiled. "Exactly what I want." Meeting his stunned gaze, I spoke each word deliberately. "The name Harlow. I have long stopped wanting it."

It's my third day of being a ghost, and I feel like I'm going to starve to death again. The underworld messenger takes pity on me because I'm a child and secretly tells me that people like me, who suffered grievances and died with resentment, have to stay by the sides of the people who loved us most in life. Then, we survive on their "guilt". I lower my head and narrow my eyes. I choke up and say, "You might as well just leave me to starve." My mother hated me to the core. Why would she ever be guilty over my death?