Coming Home Nct

Hindi inaasahan ni Ailey na makikita niyang muli ang dating bilyonaryong nobyo sa bar pagkatapos ng halos tatlong taon. Pinilit niya itong iwasan dahil ayaw nitong bumalik pa ang sakit ng nakaraan at ayaw niyang malaman nito ang totoo . Umalis siya ng bansa para doon na manirahan pero tila sinusubukan siya ng tadhana. Nasa bingit ng pagkakalugi ang kanilang kompanya at isa lang ang paraan upang maisalba ito, iyon ay ang kuning investor ang kompanya ng dati niyang bilyonaryong nobyo. Pero hindi ganoon kadali ito para sa kanya dahil mukhang siya naman ang iniiwasan at pinapahirapan nito. Gusto na sana niyang sumuko subalit may trahedyang kinasangkutan ang kanyang anak at ang tanging magsasalba rito ay ang dating kasintahan. Ito na kaya ang paraan upang mapansin siya nito? o titiisin niya alang-alang sa pinakaiingatang sikreto?

Bagi Brittany, Harry adalah pria pertama di kehidupan keduanya. Bagi Harry, Brittany adalah satu-satunya wanita di hidupnya. Namun apa yang akan terjadi jika perjalanan panjang Brittany untuk menemukan rumah tidak seperti pengharapannya? Dia terlanjur jatuh cinta pada Harry di waktu yang salah. Mungkinkah dia tetap bertahan dengan Harry? Ataukah memilih kembali pada kehidupan masa lalunya?

###More updates will be in the book The King And The Rejected She-wolf### This is the second book of ”The King And The Rejected She-wolf. After being Kidnapped when she was just a little, Zara was growling up being told her family didn't want her. And now she lives as a slave for the Master and Mistress. One day before she turns 18, a man breaks her out and helps her escape. Getting her wolf and going on the journey home, she learns that what she was told all these years was a lie. It's a long way home, and she is met with different experiences on the way. Some lead to jealousy, while others. Can give her what she has. Craved all these years. Love. *This book has scenes with mature content and also violence and abuse.*

My fated mate, Alpha Kaelen, rejected me seven times. The first time we bonded, he whispered against my ear, his breath hot. “From now on, my soul sings only for you.” But then his first love, the Omega Seraphina, came back for him. And just like that, he rejected me. They shared a mate’s mark from their past. It left her hopelessly addicted to his scent. “I’m sorry,” he’d said. “I have to be with Seraphina. The scent addiction is destroying her. She can’t even shift. Her wolf is weakening.” The first time he rejected me, I slashed a silver dagger across my wrist. I let the blood flow, hoping the pain would make him look at me. It worked. Kaelen was horrified. He left Seraphina for a moment and rushed to my side, holding me, comforting me. The third time, I disguised myself as an ordinary pack wolf. I got an internship at his pack headquarters, just to breathe in the air he breathed. But this time, he looked right through me, as if we were strangers. By the sixth rejection, I had learned how to calmly erase my scent from his suite. I left without a sound. My screams. My surrender. My begging. And what I got in return? Every time he was with her, the full moon would rise, and he’d call me back. Just to play the same sick game all over again. Until now. I heard Seraphina was coming back again. So I handed him the ceremonial dagger myself. He set the date for my return, just like always. He had no idea. This time, I'm the one severing the bond for good. And I am never coming back.

Ivy thought she was a normal teenager, but that all changed when she was greeted with the murder of her parents, and the arrival of the Shadow Dwellers. She thought she was dreaming. At first, she thought it was all a bad dream and she would wake up. But when she realized the whole town thought she was a murderer and the Shadow Dwellers forced her to go through their rituals and their magic. Her realization became reality. Will Ivy be strong enough to resist the dark dweller's magic or will she give in and become one of them? Can the Light Dweller magic within her aid her in saving her and the others? A fight to the death.

Cailen has only one wish. To have a family he could belong to and a home to call his. ***** At thirteen, Cailen had been to different foster homes, each of them returning him for one reason or another. His heart had already taken so much rejection that hopelessness had set in, giving up on himself and shutting down, that even when a family does welcome him and love him, he still has his doubts. When Cailen returns from University to visit his family, he finds himself struggling to keep a secret that he knows will make him lose the only home and family that he has. Will Cailen lose himself? Or will he lose his family?

"You said you leave when there's nothing left for you to do so what if I gave you a reason to stay?"

It's Family Day at my daughter, Hannah Neel's, preschool, but my wife, Samantha Miller, says she has to work and tells both Hannah and me not to go. Seeing the disappointment on Hannah's face breaks my heart, so I bring her to school anyway. As soon as we step through the gates, I see Samantha. She's holding her childhood friend—Oscar Barnett's—hand, with a little boy clutching her other. The three of them look like a perfect family, laughing and chatting, as if they belong together. When Samantha sees us, her smile fades, and she lets go of Oscar's hand. "Zach, it's not what you think. Oscar's raising his son alone. Today's his fifth birthday, and he just wanted to give him a little taste of a mother's love," she says quickly. I study her for a moment, then kneel and gently take Hannah's hand in mine. "Sweetheart, say hello to the lady."

I've been married to my Mafia Boss husband for 15 years. When we first got married, he couldn't even afford a ring, but I didn't care; I loved him. I hid my identity. I secretly used my family's influence to help him build his empire from scratch, and I even bore him two children. His adopted sister always mocked me, calling me an old-fashioned housewife and saying I wasn't good enough for him. To avoid embarrassing him, I always endured it. Until our 15th anniversary, because both me and his adopted sister wore red dresses, he told me to stay in the kitchen: "Sofia's right. That red doesn't suit you. Don't come out until the banquet actually ends. Stay in the kitchen. I don't need the Dons from New York seeing you and getting the wrong impression." I was completely heartbroken and didn't argue anymore. I dialed a number I hadn't made in 15 years: "Principessa?" "It's me," I said, my voice steady. "Tell those old fossils on the Council... Isabella Corleone is coming home."

On April Fool’s Day, my CEO husband cut out my heart to save his childhood sweetheart's son. After the surgery, he tossed me into a cold rental apartment, where I died in agony. Three days after my death, my five-year-old daughter played in the room as usual. Walking by the sofa, she wrinkled her little nose and mumbled, "Mommy, there's a weird smell in here." She touched my face and murmured, "Mommy, are you pretending to be Snow White? Why are you so pale?" She shook my arm harder and raised her voice, "Mommy, it's my birthday today—get up and blow out the candles!" Confused, she picked up the phone and called her father. “Daddy, did I make Mommy mad? I lit the candles, but no matter how much I call her, she won’t wake up.” On the other end of the call, Patrick Hart’s voice was cold and impatient. “What could possibly be wrong with her? She’s just pretending to be asleep for sympathy. It’s Johnny’s birthday, I’m busy. Don’t bother me! Tell your melodramatic mother to stop playing her little tricks. I don't have time to humor her." My daughter removed the candle from her bun, pinched off a piece of the bun, and fed it to me. "Mommy, I made a secret wish… I really wish you could hold me again, just like before."