Chase Atlantic Christian Anthony

Nicholas’s first love was diagnosed with HIV at our hospital. I broke doctor-patient confidentiality and told him. Unfortunately, he thought I was lying. He not only accused me of killing a patient and got me convicted, and he even spiked my milk with abortion pills. At eight weeks pregnant, I bled heavily. I begged him for help, but he just walked away and sneered, "Finally, no one can stop me from being with Shereen." When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day his first love was diagnosed with HIV. This time, I didn’t tell him. Instead, I broke up with him. Since he loves his first love so much, I’ll gladly step aside.

My parents used the compensation money from my sister's car accident to buy a four-room house, but they only let me stay in the bathroom. My twin brothers, who were not even a year old, each had their own room. When the twins grew up, they got into a car accident. One of them needed a corneal transplant, the other needed a heart. My parents begged me to donate and save them. When I tried to escape, they betrayed me. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back to the time just after my sister's death. I sought justice for my sister and myself, and made my parents pay for what they had done.

At the age when I should have been attending university, I was framed by my biological parents and sent to prison. My sister had been cruelly killed by her kidnappers when she tried to save me, and they blamed me for her death. On the day of my release, I was kidnapped and had one of my ears cut off. When I found the opportunity, I immediately called my father, asking him to save me. Instead, he snapped, saying, “You’re no longer my son! Don’t contact me!” I was then burned alive. After I died, my sister returned. However, when my parents found out that the charred corpse was mine, the family crumbled.

I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, so I went online to hire an undertaker in the hopes that he would collect my body. That way, I could die and be buried. I would like to finally be at peace, even if it meant that I could only achieve it after death. I packed up my bags and left home in search of a place to die, only to receive a message from my undertaker. [Sorry, something came up. I can’t come now.] …Excuse me? I’m already half-dead, and you’re blowing me off?

This book tells the story of an Alpha, Jayden, the next great white of the most powerful werewolf family, the Golden Ones, and his lover Jovita. Jovita is a 19-year-old werewolf, and a member of an outcast pack called the Grey ones. She is piteous and miserable as she’s yet to wolf out or find a mate at 19 when the traditional age for both is 16 - 18. Things take a different turn when Jayden arrives in Fox town on a mission to track down a fleeing vampire, Uriel, who had broken the treaty and killed a human on their soil. The two become acquainted, and gradually fall for each other, and a strange prophecy is given by the moon goddess. Would these two lovers “Jayden, Alpha and next great white of the Golden pack and Jovita, a member of an outcast pack, and rumoured to be the daughter of the moon goddess, Keturah, manage to find their way to each other or would they let their dreams get crushed by the numerous obstacles and pain that exists in their world?

On our tenth wedding anniversary, I planned a surprise for him. I hid in his studio. Instead, I found him inviting a university student to pose as his model. As she peeled away layers of clothing, his eyes lit up. "Exquisite. Truly exquisite. It's been ten years—and this is the first time I've seen true beauty," he said. Then he lunged forward, capturing her in a passionate kiss. My nails dug into my palm, hard enough to draw blood, but I stayed silent. For ten years, I had walked behind him, always in his shadow. I was tired.

I was a sketch artist acting for the police. On a secret mission, I was discovered by a murderer. My eyes were gouged out, and my body was dismembered, unceremoniously dumped in a garbage bin. On the brink of death, I called my boyfriend, a criminal investigator. However, he hung up on me because he was busy accompanying his first love to a prenatal checkup. A few days later, he received a painting that was a vital clue to finding the murderer, but he thought I was playing tricks on him. In his anger, he tore that portrait to shreds. After he found out the truth, he spent the whole night searching through the garbage to piece it back together.

Paano nga ba maging masaya lalo na kapag nalaman mong isa ka na lang kabit ng lalaking unang nangako sa'yo ng kasal at pagmamahal? Si Joy Fuego, isang simpleng babae na masaya at kuntento na sa buhay pag-ibig niya kay Ricks Gregorio-- ang kan'yang nobyo dahil kahit na mahirap lang sila pareho ay responsable at mapagmahal naman ito sa kan'ya. Hindi man nito naibibigay sa kan'ya ang lahat ay alam niyang mahal na mahal siya nito at kahit na kailan ay hindi siya nito magagawang lokohin. Pero paano na lang kapag dumating ang isang malaking pagsubok sa pagsasama nila at malaman niyang kasal na pala ito sa iba? At ang masakit pa ay bago lamang nito nakilala ang babaeng pinakasalan. Matitiis ba niyang maging isang kabit lang ng lalaking pinakamamahal alang-alang sa magiging anak nila o nakahanda na siyang palayain ito at hayaang lumigaya sa piling ng babaeng pinili nitong pakasalan?

Belle was an average highschool student, until she received the link of an online game called "The harvest". The game is such that, whatever you're asked to collect... you must. Organs, body parts and the likes. She's never killed anyone... but it seems everyone else has turned into murderers... Now... she's trying to escape, from the game... and it's blood thirsty players..

The day I had a miscarriage, nobody showed up to see me in the hospital. I saw on Jonah's social media that he was celebrating his first love's birthday. My son, who I raised for nine years, was also there and gave her a handmade gift. However, in the ten years we have been married, Jonah has never celebrated my birthday. I have never received a gift from my son, either. I suddenly felt exhausted and told him I wanted a divorce. That night, he rushed home and said, "It's just a miscarriage. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?" My son added, "Mom, you're an adult. Can't you take better care of yourself?"