Bittersweet Tragedy Lyrics

He understood me like no other.He knew me inside out. I could never hide anything from him.Well.....apart from the strange sudden flutter my heart made one day. Something which should not belong to him.Yet it did.....

Ang salitang “Kasal” ay wala sa bokabularyo ng isang Alona Desepeda. Kilala siyang maselan pagdating sa mga lalaki at walang pakialam sa sariling buhay pag-ibig. Mas gusto niya ang buhay na mayroon siya at naniniwala siyang hindi niya kailangang magpakasal para makuntento sa buhay. Pero biglang nagbago ang pananaw niya sa buhay bilang Manhater, mula nang makilala niya si Karlos Miguel Sermiento, ang lalaking pilyo, masungit at madalas hinahangaan ng mga babae. Nang dahil sa isang malagim na aksidente ay napilitan si Alona na pakasalan ang anak ng kanilang kasosyo sa kumpanya, ito ay si Karlos. Noong una ay hindi niya ito gusto at naiirita siya kapag naririnig niya ang boses ng binata. Ngunit habang tumatagal ay unti-unti siyang nahuhulog sa kaniyang karisma. Akala ni Alona, ​​totoo ang nararamdaman ni Karlos sa para kaniya, pero palabas lang pala ang lahat. Mamahalin pa rin kaya niya si Karlos kung matuklasan niya ang kanyang malaking sikreto? O pipiliin na lang niyang magpakamartir alang-alang sa pag-ibig?

Louvre, an eighteen-year-old girl, the second daughter of the leader of the Blood Stone pack, who comes from among the wealthiest family, she was an Omega, who didn't fit in with her family. An illegitimate child, she was a mistake and a curse to her family and no one loved her. She was alone in the world, even the pack didn't value her because she was a product of a one night stand from an Omega who was her father's maid and she suffered greatly at the hands of her family especially her stepmother. She was also in love with Ryan from childhood but Ryan, an Alpha, was in love with her stepsister. She tried her best to get over the unrequited love, heartbroken and depressed, causing fate, for making her life a living hell, and wished for her mate to arrive at her eighteen birthday, so she could leave her family and live happily ever after with the love of her life. However, that shattered when she found out who her mate was, all hell broke loose. She cursed fate.

From a maid to the fiancé of one of the most eligible bachelor's in Europe, Cara Stone thought that she was living another Cinderella story without an evil stepmother... Little did she know that what destiny had written for her was much worse then having an evil stepmother... COPYRIGHTED ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

In a town controlled by fear, Indianna is trying to find a way to survive. The only goal is to take down Rogue, but with him growing stronger every day it seems impossible. How can Indianna deal with new people, new challenges, the loss of a mate and a pregnancy, as well as a brother who wants to control the werewolf world and hurt everyone she cares about? In the end, who will be defeated, her or Rogue? [SHY BOOK #2] SEQUEL TO SHY, YOU WILL PROBABLY BE HIGHLY CONFUSED IF YOU DON'T READ THAT FIRST !!

WARNING: [R-18] STORY WITH EXTREMELY EXPLICIT/MATURE CONTENT) Nang makilala ni Ara si Daniel Trinidad, ang pinakanakakainis na tao sa kaniyang mundo, she actually met the man of her dreams. Ang kaniyang knight in a shining armor na nakahanda siya protektahan anuman ang mangyari. At kahit pa sabihing mistula silang mga aso at puso, nagawa pa rin ni Daniel na gawing kulay rosas ang kaniyang paligid. And soon, thorns. Iyon ay ang sakit na hatid ng katotohanang kailangan niya itong pakawalan at tanggapin ang isang mapait na katotohanan. That their love for each other is not for them to share for life but for eternity.

Blood thirst and determination. Ace Ambrose wants the head of his enemies on a golden platter. He craves nothing but revenge and he will stop at nothing to get it, that is until a bystander witness his crimes firsthand. Smitten by her innocence he gives her two choices. Right place at the wrong time, should be her motto. Tragedy struck years ago but Joeniya Allison still finds it difficult to glue the pieces of her life back together. Life keeps pushing her around and unfortunately it has just began. Skills of the devil and face of an Angel, will leave anyone confused especially someone in Joeniya's situation. "Ride or Die, muffin."

Mating with Kaelen, the strongest Alpha around, I thought I'd be the happiest Luna ever. That was until my Silver Moon Ceremony, the one that would officially make me Luna of the Night-fang pack. That's when I found Kaelen on his knees before some red-haired she-wolf. He was doing a blood-bond ritual, one that drains all your spirit, all to protect her kid. His kid, in her belly. For this cub, he was even willing to push back our Silver Moon Ceremony, making me look like a fool in front of the whole pack. He conveniently forgot that I was pregnant too – with his actual first heir. So, the night our Silver Moon Ceremony was supposed to happen, I started a different ritual: the Moon Eclipse Unbinding. Come the full moon, I'm using an ancient ritual from the old texts to cut our mate bond for good. And when I do, Kaelen will feel the same gut-wrenching pain I'm feeling.

My sister and I married into wealthy families at the same time and became glamorous society wives. She had been childhood sweethearts with her husband, a CEO who was admired and respected by all. On the surface, their marriage was harmonious and respectful. But three years after the wedding, she got drunk one night and tearfully confessed to me. "Carrie… he's seeing someone else. He even has a love child now. They've been together longer than we've been married. He's been lying to me all this time. I'm just a joke to him." My eyes burned, brimming with unshed tears. "Actually… Kai's cheating too. He even bought his mistress a luxury car." We cried together all night. Gradually, our sorrow slowly turned into cold, clear resolve. "I don't want that bastard anymore, Carrie." "It's okay, Rachel. If you're walking away, I am too. I don't want my scumbag husband either." After a long talk, we made our final decision: Since this life wasn't working, we'd disappear. We'd leave it all behind and vanish without a trace.

I had been married to Derek for six years, and we had a three-year-old son. He was poor, earning only $2,000 a month, but I had no complaints; I took care of everything at home for him. After getting dinner on the table for the whole family, I finally had a minute to check my phone. A video popped up on my feed: a twenty-two-year-old girl from a rural area whose hands, roughened by years of hard labor, looked like they belonged to a sixty-two-year-old woman. I looked down at my own hands, just as worn and scarred, and stared at them blankly before tapping into the comments. I expected people to feel bad for her. However, to my surprise, the comments section was flooded with a single sentiment: "Why would anyone marry a penniless loser?" One of the top-liked comments came from a couple; in their photo, they were pictured holding hands—fingers tightly intertwined—with the girl sporting a massive diamond ring. The accompanying caption read: "A man who truly loves you would never bear to let you suffer." I felt a pang of envy. Given the choice, who wouldn't want a glamorous life? As I was about to close the app, I accidentally tapped on the couple's photo, enlarging it. In the background, previously too blurry to make out, was a face I recognized. It looked exactly like my husband, Derek Sterling. I froze, and almost against my will, I tapped into the account's profile. Post after post of lavish photos of them together flooded my screen. And then I saw him clearly. The scar above his brow, the one he got when a shelf fell on him while protecting me, was still plainly visible. It was my husband. It was Derek.