Cellar 13

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NITE ALBERONA—-When his beloved was raped and killed. He wants to know the culprit, and all pointing fingers are directed to a secret organization called Foedus Corp. Avenge. Mission. Requite. He found a way to be welcomed by the organization itself. And once he was in, he started to dig graves for the seven mighty founders of Foedus. And when he thought rainbows were not for him, he met her again—NOVEMBER SCOTTO—a pretty but lethal eighteen-year-old mafia heiress who asked his service to ambush all her bodyguards, so she could have a day alone and free from her brother.

Azrael Morthon, a young billionaire and a business tycoon. He was dubbed as the devil incarnate in the business world. Mas naging malupit pa ito nang mamatay ang pinakamamahal nitong babae, at wala man lang itong nagawa para maligtas ang babae. Kaya nang ilibing si Aingelle ay sumumpa si Azrael sa puntod ng babaeng mahal niya. ''I'll make them pay, Ain. I will. Pinapangako ko `yan sa `yo.'' Puno ng galit ang puso ng binata. He will not spare a soul for his revenge. Ano kaya ang kayang gawin ni Azrael para sa ngalan ng paghihiganti at pag-ibig? Mahahanap kaya ni Azrael ang mga salarin? Na siyang dahilan kung bakit nawala ang pinakamamahal niyang babae. Kung mahanap man niya, makamit kaya niya ang inaasam na hustisya? Paano kung mahulog ang loob niya sa babaeng naging dahilan ng kan'yang pighati? The same woman who killed his precious Ain. What if Ain was alive?

13 Iron Rules That Must Never Be Broken… Even If No One Knows Why. When Kawin and eleven others receive a mysterious black invitation, they are brought to a place called “The Forbidden Aquarium”—a facility that appears on no map. The doors are sealed. The rules are announced. And every violation… is paid with death. But the more they obey, the more they begin to lose themselves. And when the final rule declares: “Do not challenge the rules,” some begin to wonder— If we never defy them… how will we ever survive?

It's nighttime, and I'm on the toilet with my phone. I fire up Battleborn Arena, ready to grind a few ranked matches. But an unknown number flashes on-screen and cuts me off. Annoyed, I decline the call, and a WhatsApp message pops up immediately. "Run! Edgar just snapped. He's going to kill us all!" My hands tremble. Edgar Maguire… Isn't he already dead?

I have been dating my manager boyfriend, Caleb Frost, for five years. He calls off our wedding 52 times for Gina Lowe, an aspiring actress on the set. On the day I am ready to give up on him and walk away, Gina falsely accuses me of using expired makeup on her that caused an allergic reaction. So Caleb shoves me into a sealed cellar and locks me inside. As he pushes me down, his face is twisted in disgust. "It's one thing to pick on Gina, but to use expired makeup on her and cause an allergy? Do you know how important an artist's face is? "Stay down there and think about your wrongdoings." With that, he drags the crying Gina to the hospital. The cellar's air vent is blocked. Every breath I take grows harder until I suffocate to death inside. Three days later, Caleb remembers me only after attending a gathering with Gina. But little does he know, I am already dead from the lack of oxygen in that dark cellar.

My stepsister falsely accuses me of causing her allergies to act up. My three brothers stuff me into the cramped cellar and chain the door shut. I pound on the door and beg them to let me out. My eldest brother, an outstanding businessman, snaps, "It's bad enough that you keep bullying Lori. How could you make her eat seafood when you know she's allergic to it? Isn't that just murder? Stay in there and reflect on your mistakes!" My second brother, an award-winning singer, and my third brother, a genius painter, scoff contemptuously. "It's unbelievable that someone as evil as you is making excuses to garner pity. You can stay in there and repent for your sins!" After that, they take our shuddering stepsister to the hospital. The oxygen in the cellar soon runs out, and it gets difficult to breathe. Ultimately, I die in there. My brothers only remember me three days later when they bring our stepsister back from the hospital. Unbeknownst to them, I've already died of asphyxiation.

I was locked in the cellar by my triplet alpha brothers after my stepsister, Elsa, framed me for killing her wolf by giving her an almond cake. The exit was secured with silver chains, and my wolf howled and begged them to release me. But my three alpha brothers refused. Alpha Kane, the eldest, growled, "You wicked she-wolf! You knew she was allergic to nuts, yet you deliberately gave her an almond cake to suffocate her! Don't you know it could fatally harm her wolf? You must stay here and reflect on what you've done!" Alpha Kelvin, the second, and Alpha Karl, the third, mocked, "What a despicable wolf you are! Still making excuses instead of facing the truth. Stay here and suffer what you deserve!" After that, they shifted into their wolves and took the trembling Elsa to the werewolf infirmary. Meanwhile, I struggled to breathe as the air in the cellar was filled with silver dust. My wolf howled in agony, but it was useless. Eventually, I died there. It wasn't until three days later—after they brought Elsa back from the infirmary—that I finally crossed their minds again. But by then, they didn't know—I was already dead in that silver-dust-filled cellar.

ในบ้านที่เต็มไปด้วยความวุ่นวายและความลำบาก เด็กสาววัย 13 อย่าง “หานซูอวี้” รู้ดีว่าการเป็นแค่ “ลูกสาวของครอบครัวที่พ่อไม่เอาไหน” ไม่ใช่เรื่องง่ายที่จะอยู่รอด แต่หัวใจของเธอเต็มไปด้วยฝัน ฝันที่จะพาแม่ออกจากความทุกข์และสร้างชีวิตใหม่ด้วยมือของตัวเอง แม้ตอนนี้เธอยังเด็กแต่เธอเชื่อมั่นว่าการเรียนรู้และความพยายามจะเป็นกุญแจไขไปสู่อนาคตที่ดีกว่า ในโลกที่ผู้หญิงต้องสู้กับโชคชะตาอย่างหนัก หานซูอวี้จะกลายเป็นแสงสว่างเล็ก ๆ ที่เปลี่ยนชีวิตทั้งของตัวเองและแม่ไปตลอดกาลได้หรือไม่โปรดติดตามได้ใน “ชีวิตนี้…ฉันขอลิขิตเอง”

The day I went into labor with the twins, I bribed the family doctor to shoot me up with every heavy-duty suppressant he could get his hands on. Anything to stall the birth. Why? Because in my last life, Vincent—my husband, the Don—claimed to have a low sperm count. To guarantee an heir, he lined up ten mistresses and told the whole house: whoever popped out a son first, her kid would be the next Corleone Don. He promised if I delivered first, he'd ditch the others. Said our baby would inherit the throne. I bought every word. When I found out I was carrying twins, I couldn't stop shaking—I thought I'd won. But after I gave birth, he tossed me and the babies into the freezing wine cellar and locked the place down. "Lucy came from nothing. I just wanted to give her kid a name. You started rumors, pushed her into despair, and now she's dead—her and the baby. You're vile. Not fit to be the Don's wife. Think about what you've done. I'll open the door in three days." Then he had the butler seal it shut. What he didn't know? That night, the cellar caught fire. Me and my babies? Burned alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was back—right before labor. This time, I'm not staying. Soon as I deliver and get back on my feet, I'm taking my kids and disappearing for good.