Conjugal Family

A flicker of hope, a spark amidst the neon grime of New Shanghai. Anya, a slave to the Volkov Mafia, had long buried her emotions under layers of calloused defiance. Years of servitude had carved a burning desire for vengeance into her soul. Then, a whisper of rebellion arrived – a message smuggled in a package, hinting at a Volkov family secret. Anya's heart, long numbed, stuttered awake. This wasn't just a chance to escape; it was a weapon. A weapon to dismantle the empire that had stolen her life, her family, everything. But the path to freedom was a razor's edge. Fear gnawed at her, a constant companion in the Volkov's watchful gaze, their merciless enforcers lurking in every shadow. Yet, a flicker of something else bloomed – a strange, almost forgotten warmth, a sliver of the person she used to be. Could she trust it? As Anya navigated the labyrinth of lies and high-tech security, a deeper truth unfolded. This Volkov secret wasn't just about her escape; it was a key to exposing a far-reaching conspiracy, one that could reshape the city's criminal web. Suddenly, Anya's burning desire for revenge transformed. It wasn't just about herself anymore. It was about a sliver of justice, a chance to dismantle a system that preyed on the weak. But with this newfound purpose came a terrifying weight of responsibility. Was she strong enough to risk everything, to ignite a war she might not survive? The weight of human emotions – fear, anger, and a desperate yearning for freedom – threatened to suffocate her. The price of vengeance was steep, and Anya had to decide if she had the strength to pay it.

Serenity is the only daughter of the Alpha. She is loved by her pack, her father and all those around her, except for her mother. Abused from childhood, Ren isolates herself from others to try to hide the abuse at her mother's hands. On her 17th birthday, as she is about to receive her wolf, the abuse takes on a new level. Family secrets begin to unravel, and Ren finds out the real reason her mother abused her. With the awakening of her wolf, she is told she has no designated mate... that the Goddess cannot choose who to pair her with within a year's time. No one is worthy of her. Who will rise to be the wolf Ren deserves? What will happen once her mother's abuse becomes clear to everyone in her pack? Will her wolf's awakening change how her family treat her? Ren is a strong Alpha, and will rise to become more than anyone expects... can she do it alone in such a sexist world of male Alpha's and their old ways of thinking.

When Freya discovers that she is betrothed to the alpha of a powerful werewolf pack, she is stunned. She had no idea she was a werewolf as her wolf remains dormant, let alone that her family had made an ancient treaty with the pack centuries ago. As she prepares to meet her new mate, Freya is filled with a mixed bag of feelings as both fear and curiosity become a part of who she is. She knows little about the world of werewolves and is uncertain about what to expect. But when she meets the alpha, Lucas, a strong, dominating, and commanding figure who exudes power and danger, she is instantly drawn to him. As they spend more time together, Freya discovers that there is more to the pack's alpha than she ever could have imagined. He is a man of honour and integrity, with a deep sense of duty to his pack and his people. And as their relationship deepens, Freya finds herself falling in love with him. But their love is threatened by the centuries-old treaty between their families and the tensions that have been simmering between their packs for years. The rival packs in their world threaten both their packs' peace and well-being. Will their love be strong enough to overcome the obstacles in their way? Or will they be torn apart by the forces that seek to keep them apart?

Tyche Claire Tuaze (16) was forced to act as Clarisse De Marquez in front of Achilles family while the real Clarisse is not around, in order to set her mother free in jail. She met Evander Achilles na may pagkamasungit sakaniya sa una, pero biglang bumait sa huli kaya napa-isip siya na kung tama pa bang ituloy ang kaniyang pangloloko sa Achilles. Because of her mistakes, she regret it for years until she's being bond with Achilles again. She knows how hard it is to be with someone she fool from her past. Makakamit kaya niya ang totoong katotohanan hinggil sa pagkakamali niyang iyon? Or it will be her Sweet Mistake because she get to know him more? Like a wave come from within, it turns calm and beautiful because a storm vanished, a happy ending will arise.

Ang aking asawa ay isang air traffic controller. Sa aming mga nakaraang buhay, ang aking anak na babae ay inatake sa puso nang ang flight na aming sinasakyan ay humarap sa isang bagyo. Nakipag-ugnayan ako sa aking asawa sa control tower para maghanda ng priority landing. Kasabay nito, bumagsak ang kabilang flight na sinasakyan ng soul mate ng asawa ko matapos tamaan ng kidlat. Ang aking asawa ay kumilos nang normal pagkatapos ng insidenteng iyon. Gayunpaman, nang maglaon sa kaarawan ng aking anak na babae, ikinulong niya ang aking anak na babae at ako sa bahay, at kami ay sinunog hanggang sa mamatay. "Kung hindi ka nagrequest ng priority landing, hindi sana bumagsak ang flight ni Kelly! Sa tingin ko ay wala namang problema sa anak mong babae. Ginawwa mo lang yun dahil sa selos mo para kay Kelly, ikaw ang rason ng pagkamatay ng ilang daang mga inosenteng buhay.” Ang aking anak na babae at ako ay hindi nakatakas, kami ay namatay nang kakila-kilabot. Sa susunod na pagmulat ko ng aking mga mata, bumalik ako sa araw na ang aking anak na babae ay inaatake muli sa puso. Sa pagkakataong ito, tuluyan nang nadiskonekta ng asawa ko ang tawag ko sa control tower. Gayunpaman, nang malaman niyang namatay ang aming anak na babae dahil sa atake sa puso, nabaliw siya.

On Father's Day, I received a heartwarming gift. My one-year-old son called me Dad for the first time. But moments later, he convulsed, foamed at the mouth, and died before we could reach the hospital. My wife was shattered, and I was devastated. The doctors couldn't identify the cause of his death. Three years later, my wife emerged from her grief, and we welcomed our second child. But the moment this child called me Dad, they, too, died instantly. To spare her further pain, I suggested adoption. Yet, even our adopted children met the same fate. Unable to bear the losses, my wife divorced me. Everyone said I was cursed, never meant to be a father. Defiant, I remarried and had another child, vowing never to let them call me Dad. For years, we adhered to this rule. But when our daughter turned four, she came home from preschool, eager to celebrate Father's Day. Holding a card, she read aloud, "Dad."

My mother-in-law was obsessed with picking mushrooms. She said mushroom stew with chicken was incredibly nourishing. She often made it to boost my husband’s health. However, she never let me have any, not even a sip of the broth. Every time, she came up with some excuse to send me out on an errand. If I refused, my husband’s fists and kicks reminded me to obey. So, this time, I obediently went out like always. Even though I just had a miscarriage five days ago and the sun outside was scorching, I had to go.

When I died with a smile on my face, right before my brother's eyes, he looked as if the anguish might tear him apart. Yet, for twenty-one years, he hadn't stopped wishing I would meet this exact end. It all traced back to my fifth birthday—the day I had innocently hoped our parents would come home from their business trip to celebrate with me. They rushed back that night but never made it. A car accident took both their lives. From that moment on, my brother resented me, despised me. He didn't just stand idly by as our cousin snatched up my work as her own; he encouraged it. And when my landlord threw me out, it wasn't a random cruelty—it was my brother pulling the strings. All he had ever wanted, from the very beginning, was to see me die a miserable death. But when he finally got his wish… why did he cry, pleading for me to come back, begging me to call him 'brother' one last time?

The Richie Rich who violated my daughter has gotten off unscathed. He sneers and throws a wad of cash in my face. "I'll show you what people mean when they say money makes the world go round!" In that split second, I want to tear him to pieces.

On the day we decided to get a divorce, I saw Miranda’s account book while I was packing up my stuff. Aside from our daily expenses, Miranda had also set up a scoring sheet for me. Miranda had taken notes of all the things I had done ever since we started dating. Some of them were such miniscule things that even I had forgotten. She took note of them all with a red pen, and she scored them by either awarding me points or deducting them. However, the further down the sheet, the more points were deducted. In the end, I saw Miranda add one line in black ink. [He’s no longer the Henry Jones who used to love me: -100]