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"Nakalimutan man ng isip ko ang pangalan mo, ang lahat ng tungkol sa iyo ngunit alam kong ang pagtibok ng puso ko ang magpapaalala nito sa akin, sa iyo." -Rojainnah Scheiner - Frostier He is a calm devil waiting for his turn to strangle people to death but he can be an angel for the sake of his amnesiac wife. Rojainna Scheiner-Frostier suffered from retrograde amnesia where she can't remember anything from her past. Including her husband, the crowned fearless billioniare and her brother. Maalala pa kaya niya kung sino siya sa tulong ng asawa o tuluyan nang ibaon sa limot ang lahat?

Richelle Valdez was born rich. Her parents treat her like a princess dahil nag-iisang anak lamang siya ng mga ito. Bata pa lamang siya ay nakahiligan na niya ang pag-momodelo, kaya nang lumaki ay hindi siya nag-alinlangang pasukin ang industriya nito. Si Richelle ay isang mabuting tao, pero ayaw niyang nasasayang ang mga pinag-hirapan niya. Sunod sa luho ng kaniyang mga magulang, kaya sanay siyang nakukuha ang lahat ng gusto niya. She love everything what she have. She loves her money, accessories, and specially her fame, because this is what she want ever since . Pero paano kung isang araw may dumating na lalaki sa buhay niya? Paano kung sa hindi inaasahang pagkakataon ay maramdaman niya na lang na mahal niya na ito? She knew that everyone will judge her, of course. Lalo na kung ang lalaking nagpatibok ng puso niya ay hindi kasing-yaman niya. Is she ready to accept the hate of the people? Is she willing to sacrifice everything, even losing her fame for the one that she love?

(STORY ON HOLD FOR NOW) Her Alpha-Her Savior My Pack, and my Alpha Mate, were murdered, My baby son was taken from my arms and killed before my eyes. I was left for dead. All from a dangerous rogue attack. A neighboring pack The Blue Lake Pack came to answer our call for help but arrived too late. They found me still barely breathing and rushed me back to their packhouse. I wish they had left me to die. But the Alpha happens to be drawn to me. He vows to protect me and provide for me. Only I can’t stop the pain in my heart and my soul from the loss of my mate and son. Then the same rogues that killed my pack, caught wind that they left one survivor and now it seems they want to finish the job. Only Alpha Nathan Williams won’t let me out of his sight. And strangely I feel a pull towards him too. Could the Moon Goddess have given me a second chance mate?

Sequel To Becoming Luna One tragedy, one event, one single moment in time. Everything begins to change and relationships are tested. Will that which is lost be found? Or will everything change forever? The war between the creatures is over and life in the world of supernaturals is peaceful for Danica, her mate Mason, and their 8 year old daughter Bryllie. That is until the harpies re-emerge hell bent on revenge against Danica and all that surround her. After tragedy strikes and Danica is left broken, the mysteries of her past begin to come to life. However, that begins to create a rift between the life she once lived and the one that could become her future. Will Danica be able to defeat the dark before it destroys her world entirely? Will she be able to remain the same once her parents dark history is revealed? Read to find out!

Before the wedding, Alpha Kevin’s first love, Sandra Barlow, was betrothed to none other than David Wright—the most infamous rogue Alpha along the Mississippi River. A wolf so ruthless, even the werewolf Council preferred to pretend he didn’t exist. Alpha Kevin, ever the noble hero, couldn't bear to see his precious white moonlight thrown into the fire pit. So, what did he do? With the werewolf army of the Midnight Ridge Pack, he stormed into the rogue den and snatched her away from Alpha David. That very night, they registered their marriage and held a wedding. And me? Oh, the entire Midnight Ridge Pack was practically at the thought of watching Gamma Diana Gilbert—the strongest female warrior in the pack—get humiliated. After all, my years of loyalty, my unmatched skills, my blood spilled for this pack? Worthless. Why? Because their beloved Alpha had chosen another. I braced myself for the whispers, the pitying glances. But then— The very next day, Alpha David, the same rogue who’d been so cruelly robbed of his mate, climbed onto my villa’s security wall like a damn cat burglar. He perched there, arms crossed, watching me with an infuriatingly lazy smirk. “Wife pays for her husband’s debt,” he drawled, his voice carrying the rough edge of a wolf who lived lawless and free. “Alpha Kevin stole my mate. So I figured—you should compensate me by becoming my rogue Luna.” He grinned, canines flashing. “ That’s fair, isn’t it?” I nodded. “Fair.”

I am reborn with memories of my past life. And I carry a secret with me: my fiance, Ethan Larsen, had forged our marriage certificate. The one he had actually married was Serena Gray. But I do not expose his lie. Instead, I quietly submit my application to Greenvale University and eventually become a permanent resident in Verenza. In my past life, I spent a lifetime believing in a lie. I thought I was his wife, until I learned the truth on the day he died. He married Serena out of love but kept me only due to his sense of duty. On the funeral day, Serena arrived dressed in white, holding the actual marriage certificate in her hand. She effortlessly took over all his inheritance, while I was thrown out of the house, penniless, with nothing left but a trampled heart. In this life, I will no longer beg for love nor stay put out of pity. I'll leave quietly and live freely. They can keep acting out their so-called "perfect" love story. Because now, I can see it crystal clear—some women are born to be loved, while others are reborn so they don't have to wait to be loved.

Beta Max and I were at the Civil Affairs Bureau, ready to register our marriage. We were just waiting to take the final photo when he got a phone call and left. He abandoned me right there at the marriage registration office, leaving me stuck in an impossible situation. I called him—no answer. I messaged him—no reply. In the end, I had no choice but to call his childhood sweetheart’s number. Beta Max answered. “Louis, can you stop being so annoying? Grace twisted her ankle—I need to take care of her today. Stop calling and waking her up. We’ll reschedule the registration.” I bit my lip and murmured into the phone, “This makes it the seventh time we’ve rescheduled.” “So what? The Civil Affairs Bureau isn’t going anywhere—it’s not like it’s going to disappear!” My face was blank, but it felt like my heart was being carved open. A staff member looked at me with pity and asked, “Alpha Louis, are we still doing this?” I gave a small nod. “Yes. Let’s go through with it.”

The morning after their night together, Harper Sullivan froze with a sudden, sickening realization—Ryan Delgado hadn't used protection. Fear coiled tight in her chest, sharp and suffocating. But Ryan just smirked, his voice smooth, teasing, as if this were some kind of game. "Our families are enemies. A baby changes that. Your father would have to accept me. Then I could marry you—properly." Heat rushed to her cheeks. She should have pushed him away, should have demanded answers—but his touch still burned through her resistance, and she gave in to him. Then, like a knife to the ribs, she heard his friend's voice from the next room, laced with cruel amusement. "Ryan, that's genius. Get her pregnant, then dump her. Harper would never recover from the scandal. And her family? Total disgrace." Ryan let out a cold, satisfied laugh. "Serves her right. She stole Olivia's spot as valedictorian, broke her heart, drove her overseas. I'll make sure she pays—this is for Olivia." Harper's body went rigid. Three years. Three years of stolen moments, swallowed secrets, letting him touch her in the dark while her family believed her loyal. And it had all been a lie. Rage and humiliation crashed over her, so violent she nearly choked on it. Her phone buzzed in her trembling hand. Fighting back tears, she answered. "Dad… I'll take the engagement."

I was in a temporary shock from an allergic reaction. The two guys I had grown up with didn't even look my way. One of them was busy helping Vivian Byrd carry a pile of gifts, while the other was snapping pictures of her at some popular social media spot. It was a stranger passing by who called an ambulance and got me to the hospital, saving my life. The next day, Vivian called, her tone almost smug. "Trish, Zeke and Hendrick were so exhausted after shopping with me yesterday. I heard you threw a tantrum and ended up in the hospital. Should I come visit you?" I simply replied, "No need." Zeke Benson and Hendrick Peay were my childhood friends. They once treated me like I was everything to them—promising to pluck the moon and stars from the sky and to protect me forever. But ever since Vivian came into the picture, their world no longer revolved around me. I thought for a moment and then dialed my mother's number. "Mom, I'll accept the marriage arrangement."

On the day that was supposed to be my wedding—the bride wasn’t me. The ceremony I’d waited for five years for turned into a joke when Valentina, my sister, walked down the marble aisle in a white wedding dress. Her arm was linked with Luca’s — the man who was supposed to be waiting for me at the altar. “I’m sorry, Bianca,” she said softly. “But you are no longer the bride today.” Then she touched her stomach, eyes gleaming with triumph. “I’m pregnant with Don Romano’s child.” Her words detonated inside my skull, and the whole world went silent. As if afraid I wouldn’t believe her, she lifted something glossy up towards the light. A black-and-white ultrasound image. It read clearly: Gestational age — 12 weeks. My eyes burned, tears stinging as I turned to Luca, desperately searching for anything—a denial, an explanation, regret. Instead, he only sighed, weary and resigned. “Bianca, I’m sorry.” he said helplessly. “Valentina doesn’t have much time left. This wedding… it was her last wish.” “I’ll make it up to you,” he added. “We can have another wedding later.” My father, Moretti, stood behind him, wearing the same stern expression he’d worn my entire life. I have never seen him smile at me, not even once. “Bianca,” he said sharply, “Your sister is dying. Let her have this.” My brother nodded without saying a single word, as if that was enough to be a solid answer. All my life, they had chosen her—her tears, her whims, her needs—over mine. Today was no different. Something inside me quietly cracked. Fine. If no one in this family cares about me, I’ll leave.