Boku No Pico Ice Cream

Isabelle Dela Cruz never imagined that her new job as executive secretary to one of the country’s youngest CEOs, Damian Villareal, would come with emotional turbulence. Cold, calculating, and fiercely private, Damian keeps everyone at arm’s length—until Isabelle’s warmth starts breaking through his walls. As business deadlines loom and past scars resurface, they must choose: guard their hearts or risk everything for love.

"Don't force me to speak if you don't want to Die" Scary. No friends. That's what other students call Someo Kalix, because of his ability to use voice to kill at exactly 10 pm. But as Kaira enters Silent School, their murder will change. It will be even more difficult. One of the things President Moon declared was that the new student had to be killed first at the exact time. But unexpectedly, each of one's plans will come together because of the unknown person who brutally commits the murder at exactly 9:59 pm.

After being rejected by her destined mate, Naomi tries to rebuild her life alone—until the day her triplets mysteriously disappear. Desperate, she finds herself forced to seek help from the very man who broke her heart: Casper, now a powerful Alpha with a new mate. While trying to find her children, Naomi crosses paths with Lancelot, a coffee shop manager with a dark past and an unusual truth: he is also her Mate. But Lancelot is more than he appears — a medium wolf, belonging to a feared and misunderstood lineage. When their destinies intertwine in an overwhelming and forbidden passion, Naomi must deal with old wounds, wild instincts, and impossible choices. Between confrontations with wild wolves, revelations about hidden species, and the awakening of a new bond, Naomi finds herself torn between two men—the Alpha who rejected her, and the wolf who accepted her completely. In a race against time, she will have to discover who is behind the kidnapping of her children and to whom her heart belongs.

Elena Wiltshire's dreams were coming true; she just got accepted into her dream school without the sway of the powerful Wiltshire name! But when her twin sister's engagement to Sebastian Dumont, the wealthiest CEO in the UK, falls through due to her shameful ways, Elena is forced by the familial matriarchs to take her place to avoid an upper-class scandal. Will Elena survive being married to the cold, egotistical CEO especially when he's hiding a secret of his own?

Celine felt destroyed after what she had gone through in her first marriage. Her ex-husband abused her and did a lot of despicable things to her, and now her father's law firm was on the verge of collapse. The only solution her father could do was to marry her off to a proud and arrogant billionaire baron, David Wheelers who only agreed to help Celine’s father invest in his law firm as Celine's father was also their family lawyer, but he didn't do it for free, he wanted Celine in return as a wife so he could inherit his father's legacy by producing an heir as stapled in the will. Celine found herself drawn to her arrogant and cold husband despite the trauma of her first marriage. “What would happen when her past is linked with her present?” “Would she be able to overcome her trauma from the past and move on, despite her ex-husband trying to have her back?” “Or would she be able to break the ice-cold baron? showing him that love truly exists".

On the highway, a chain-reaction crash happened out of nowhere. I was left with a fractured skull, barely hanging on. When my husband—who's a well-known respiratory specialist—showed up, he didn't even look at me. He rushed past, straight to his first love. She had nothing more than a scrape on her arm. I tried to call out for help, but he just turned and looked at me like I was being dramatic. "You're fine. Don't act like you're so fragile," he snapped, brushing me off like my pain didn't matter. At the hospital, things only got worse. He used his position to get every bit of attention, monopolizing the medical staff, and as my supposed sole family member, he signed the papers to abandon my treatment. "It's just a fractured skull," he said, sounding totally calm. "Save the woman in my arms first. She's a renowned painter. She's more important." As I started to lose consciousness, his muttered words cut through the fog, "You're better off dead. We don't want anyone knowing about Leona's drunk driving."

Twice rejected by the men she trusted most, Koko has resigned herself to life as an outcast — until fate pairs her with Alpha Niyol, a grieving widower with secrets of his own. What starts as obligation slowly morphs into healing… and love. But can two broken wolves really find peace together?

After dying due to a terrible disease, Fausto wakes up as the character of his favorite novel. He reincarnated as the most loyal servant of the villainess! Their fate is to die at the hand of the heroine and the prince, but the pent-up feelings from the original character will not allow Fausto to let such an ending happen. Now, with a new body and mixed feelings, Fausto has to find a way to reach a happy ending for himself and his mistress. The method does not matter. He will protect what is precious to him.

On the day Yara Cullen was released from prison, it was raining. A chilly wind carried the drizzle, striking her as the media swarmed the prison gates. "Ms. Cullen, in the Crestwood Estate sexual assault case, your client lost the lawsuit and took her own life six months ago. Her mother is demanding accountability. Do you have anything to say?” "Ms. Cullen, your attorney's license has been revoked, and your mentor was forced to retire. What are your thoughts on this?" No matter how the reporters pressed, Yara kept her head down and pushed forward, forcing her way through the crowd. A black G-Wagon was parked by the roadside, where Westley Langston leaned against the car, smoking a cigarette. Beside him, Elena Cullen tugged at his arm. He turned, glancing toward the prison gates.

My husband's beloved lover suffered from menstruation complications. A traveling doctor claimed that a fresh placenta was needed to cure her. His gaze fixated on my seven-months-pregnant baby bump. And thus, I was pinned down on the bed as they ripped the placenta from my body. My son was carelessly tossed aside. He didn't even get the chance to cry before his tiny body fell silent forever. My husband pinched his nose in disgust, frowning as he looked at me—bleeding out, feebly reaching for my child. “It’s just a premature baby. He'll be fine after a few days of care. Why are you making such a fuss? Sandra is waiting for her medicine." He left and locked the door behind him without looking back. He claimed it was a lesson I needed to learn. By the time he finally remembered us, my son and I had long since bled dry, our bodies cold and stiff.