Call My Name And I'll Be There

The buzzing of my phone in the middle of the night jolted me awake. On the other end of the line came a voice I could never forget. It was my daughter! However, she died three years ago!

Lara is an independent woman in her thirties. She’s currently working as a teacher in a prestigious high school for girls in Manila. Isang politiko ang ama niya at abala sa pangangampanya sa darating na eleksiyon bilang alkalde sa probinsya ng Tarlac. Dahil dito ay naging politikal/legal advisor ng kanyang ama si Dion Montefalco. Si Dion ay anak ng isang politiko sa San Juan at kaibigan iyon ng kanyang ama. Hindi niya inakala na ang muling pagpasok ni Dion sa buhay nila ang magiging dahilan ng pagbaliktad ng kanyang mundo. Kung tadhana nga itong maituturing hula niya, sila'y pinaglaruan.

To Author, Romona is just his kids nanny and his fake girlfriend who is stubborn and unsubmissive person and he was gonna deal with her. She had challenged and talked back at him. Something even a madman wouldn't dare to do. He was gonna make sure she respects him. To Romona, Author was a rude and bossy human being who doesn't care about the feelings of others. And she was going to deal with him. **What happens when they two of them begin to fall inlove with each other? ** What happens when Tiana Wang the biological mother of his twin comes to claim her children?? ** Will Author go back to her or stay with Romona and fight her??

All the relatives knew I had a "backward cousin." For my birthday, she gave me a grocery-store pound cake. When I ran a marathon, she presented me with a pair of worn-out canvas sneakers. At my graduate school acceptance party, she even sent a funeral wreath of white lilies with a sash that read "In Sympathy," wishing me an early departure to the afterlife. In my previous life, I slapped her so hard she tumbled down the porch steps. My brother took her side and plotted revenge, falsely reporting to the university that I had cheated on my SATs. My admission was revoked. "You're so modern. You know how things work," he sneered. "Plenty of people take a gap year. Just apply again." My father also defended her, cutting off all my financial support. "You've had so much schooling. You're so educated," he said coldly. "Support yourself." Alone in a city eighteen hundred miles from home, I fought to survive. I called my brother and my father again and again—only to be blocked. I delivered food while renting a room and studying to reapply. At my lowest, my hands were raw and cracked from frostbite, scrambling for delivery shifts at four in the morning just to earn a small bonus. Worn down by the cold and exhaustion, I suffered cardiac arrest at twenty-three and collapsed in a snowdrift in that unfamiliar city. No one ever came to claim me. This time, I chose to let it go and accepted the wreath with a gracious smile. To fully integrate myself into this family. After all, what is a moment of pride compared to a lifetime's inheritance?

After working abroad for several years, I returned home, only to have my parents arrange a blind date for me. He was tall and strikingly handsome, honest in character, steady in demeanor, and came from an excellent family background. In short, the perfect candidate for a husband. I told myself that sooner or later, marriage was inevitable, so I settled on him. The day before the wedding, I went to the church—only to be stunned by the sight before me. The entire place had been transformed into something sinister and grotesque. The walls were plastered with terrifying photos of corpses, the floor littered with wax figures of severed arms and legs, and even the flowers had been dyed black, dripping with blood-red stains. But the most infuriating part was the image hanging right at the center of the church—an AI-generated picture of me, pinned beneath my fiancé, as he whipped me. My whole body trembled with fury. I stormed at the staff still working on the decorations, ordering them to stop immediately. Just then, his best friend, Nina Cullen, walked in. "Don't stop. Yves prefers this wedding style." I froze, staring at her in disbelief. "How is that possible? Who in their right mind would decorate something as joyous as a wedding with gore? This is insane!" Nina only gave a cold, arrogant laugh. "That's the theme. If you want to marry him, you'll have to accept it." Speechless, I immediately called Yves. "Yves, I'm not interested in getting married in a haunted house. You'd better restore the church to normal; otherwise, this wedding is off."

“You can call me when you’re lonely. I’ll be your temporary fix.” Those were the words that he said to me and it was plain simple, he wanted nothing but sex and I wanted nothing more than too. I was the kind of girl who was too scared of falling in love again because I feel like there is something more in life than being mournful over a guy who never actually gave a hell. I deserve something more than pain and misery over a stupid heartbreak. Since then, I got too scared of commitment that I no longer wanted to be in one. I wanted fun and I wanted to feel like I am alive again. He was the kind of guy who was too busy for permanent relationships. The superstar that all women wanted to bang with. The kind of guy who would have any girls kneel down in front of him because well, he is that kind of guy. He was a guy with a hectic schedule, sold out world tours, drinking champagne in private jets, holding a mic in one hand and conquering all over the world on the other. Maybe I needed someone to show me how to live again and he needed someone to show him how to love.

"A great alpha handles pack affairs outside, and chores at home." my mate Luke had posted. I stared at these words. It was a post from my mate, Luke's Instagram. In the picture he was in a vineyard pruning grapes. Chores at home? Luke who would not even help me to clean a table was actually helping someone else. He had left this morning saying he was going on werewolf business, but from these pictures he was at a she-wolf's vineyard in our pack. A bitter smile escaped my lips as I quietly liked the post and put of my phone. Whatever was coming next, I did not know. But I knew it was over.

He betrayed me, and I made him my nephew. My first boyfriend, my first kiss, my first everything, he was supposed to be my first and only husband, instead he had other ideas, that idea was banging my best friend in my house while I was away for work. Heartbroken, Angry and hurt all I want is to make them pay for the humiliation. One night with a stranger gave me the chance to do exactly that when it turned out that the stranger was my ex’s Uncle. I was all too happy to comply. He was ruthless and powerful when it came to business, known for being a tycoon playboy around the ladies. Not one of those ladies could melt his ice-cold heart until he met a Bubble, Fierce Soraya Reed.

Ava Stone's summer camp experience took a turn for the worse when a wild animal attacked her. But what happened next was even more terrifying. Her body now craves raw flesh, and her anger is spiralling out of control. The animals, they fear her. Desperate for a cure, Ava meets Lucas Greyson, a man with knowledge of werewolves. But their connection goes beyond mere research. As they fall deeper in love, Ava discovers that Lucas is actually a werewolf hunter. Will their love be strong enough to overcome the centuries-old feud between werewolves and hunters? As Ava battles with her inner wolf and Lucas grapples with his loyalty to his family, they face ravenous werewolf packs and a bloodthirsty clan of hunters. The odds are stacked against them. But will Lucas choose love over everything else, even if it means turning his back on his family?

Ten years ago, the Harrington family went through a home invasion. My mother, a maid, shielded Liam with her life. Holding my hands tight, Liam promised, "Andrea, don't worry. I'll protect you forever." I believed him. Our bond grew naturally, and we had a beautiful daughter together. Then, she was diagnosed with leukemia. In her last days, all she wanted was to spend one birthday with her dad. I called him, desperate to make it happen. "Millie doesn't have much time left. All she wants is one birthday with you. Can you come?" His voice on the other end went icy. "Really? This your latest stunt? Using your dead mom wasn't enough, now it's our daughter for pity? Disgusting." I tried to deny it, but he cut me off. "Don't mess with her head. Learn from Vivian—she's got a real heart." That night, our daughter passed away. Later, Vivian posted on social media: [Finally taking that couples' trip someone promised me!] I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I just texted Liam: [We're done.]