Cultivators In The City

Evangeline, 42, never imagined love would find her again, especially with John Robert, a vibrant 32-year-old man who makes her feel young and alive. But their blossoming romance faces the harsh judgment of society and their own insecurities about their ten-year age gap. Can they overcome the challenges and prove that love isn't bound by age, or will their differences drive them apart?

On the day I received my prenatal test results, I heard a voice from inside my belly—my unborn child speaking to me. 'Mom, Dad will divorce you as soon as you give birth to me. His true love can't have children. That's why he married you. You're just a tool to give birth. Once I'm born, he'll divorce you, take me away, and go live happily ever after with her.' I believed every word. Without hesitation, I chose divorce. For nine months, I focused on carrying the pregnancy, planning to raise the child on my own. But on the day I went into labor, something went terribly wrong. The doctor said the baby was premature, and the position was dangerously abnormal. "The baby keeps flipping around inside you," she said. "It's like it's deliberately putting you through hell." Eight hours of emergency treatment accomplished nothing. In the end, it was a difficult labor—both mother and child died. As my consciousness faded, I heard that voice again. 'Haha. Dad never cheated at all. I lied to you.' Why would a child lie? I couldn't understand it, not even at the moment of death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day I first received the prenatal test report.

When Joy Staton, my adoptive sister, fainted in the freezer on her birthday, William Staton, my brother, checked on the security footage in rage. The moment he saw that I was the one who took Joy into the freezer, he kicked me inside without hesitation. Before shutting the door, he stared at me in disgust. “You’ve been pushing your luck a lot these days, huh? If I’d been a second too late, Joy would’ve died!” I wanted to defend myself, but William refused to listen and slammed the door shut. I heard him talking to the bodyguards outside. “If she doesn’t apologize, don’t let her out!” But he did not know that Joy had set the freezer to –58 °F. I did not even have the strength to complain about the freezer being cold. William did not know that the sister he once loved dearly had stopped breathing in the freezer. He had killed his only blood relative left in the world.

In a world where only male Alphas can lead, Isabel refuses to accept fate’s decree. Born the illegitimate daughter of Alpha Roy and an outcast, she has lived in the shadows, hiding from a pack that never wanted her. But when she was five, her world shattered—she watched her mother executed at the command of Luna Freya, her father’s wife. Vowing revenge, Isabel spends years training in secrecy, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. That moment arrives when the kingdom announces its most dangerous challenge yet: the Alpha Trials. Whoever wins will take the throne of the Silver Pack. But there’s a catch—only men can compete. Determined to claim what was denied to her, Isabel disguises herself as Bernard, a fierce and cunning warrior, and enters Silver High, the brutal training ground for future Alphas. There, she meets Weston, Killian, and Roan. None of them realize they are up against their fated mate. As Isabel battles through deadly trials, dangerous rivalries, and her growing attraction to the very men she must defeat, her true identity becomes harder to hide. Will she claim the Alpha title and avenge her mother, or will fate weave a destiny she never expected?

After lights-out, I make my roommates play with an Ouija board with me. Being the scaredy-cat she is, my roommate decides to ask something stupid, "Where did my earphones go?" I almost burst out laughing. I can't believe she's using it to find her earphones. To our surprise, the planchette starts to move. It spells out, "It's under your bed beside the eye." We exchange glances in confusion. What eye? I snort and get out of bed. Using my phone's flashlight, I check under the bed. Nothing is there. Before I can make fun of my roommate for being superstitious, the door slams open. The student who stays next door barges into our room, her face as pale as a sheet. Her voice trembles as she shouts, "Wake up! Everyone on campus is going wild! Someone found an eyeball in our dorm!"

My mother was asking me and my sister to choose the man we wanted to marry. My sister, surprisingly, did not choose the gloomy STEM student she spent four years pursuing. Instead, she went for the rich but infamous playboy. Shock colored my mother's face. "I know he's rich, Joan, but what if you get all known and unknown STDs? I thought you loved Gil. Are you sure you're making the right choice?" That did not sway my sister's mind. That alone told me what I had been suspecting all along. Like me, my sister was reincarnated. In our previous lives, she happily married Gilbert Terrason, but he left her on read for ten long years. His cold treatment drove her a little gaga. That playboy, however, stopped his philandering lifestyle for me and loved me like his life depended on it. He gave me all his riches, and we became the model couple everyone wouldn't stop talking about. Then, it happened during the ball. On my tenth wedding anniversary, my sister, consumed by rage, burned us into cinders. Here we were, on our second chance in life. This time, I took Gilbert's hand. "No takebacks, Joan. Don't try to do a third take." My sister snickered. "As to you. This time, all the love in the world is coming to me." Ah, yes, love. Joan still did not get it. Love was the most unreliable element in any marriage.

He is Lt. Col. Adrian Drake Rodriguez, a member of a military force abroad. Two significant things happened to him upon his return to the Philippines. First, the woman who ended up with him inside his car. They were trapped in the vehicle due to a violent storm and the fierce blows of the wind. It was a night of enchantment between the two of them. But the next morning, she was gone—leaving behind no trace except her name, Faye, and the beautiful memory of what transpired between them that stormy night inside his car. Second, his attempt to reconcile with his own father ended in another heated argument. The fight pushed him to return overseas and accept a mission where survival was uncertain. Two years later, he received a call from his uncle, asking him to become the head of security at his father’s mansion and serve as his personal bodyguard, after receiving numerous death threats. Even his father pleaded for his help—for the safety of his only grandchild. Only then did Adrian discover that the mother of the grandchild was none other than Faye—the same woman he had shared that unforgettable night with, and now the wife of the man he despised the most. He accepted his father’s request for one reason—Faye. An intense obsession grew inside him, fueled by the memory of their past. He fell for her in the darkest part of their intertwined fates. Until he discovered something that intensified his desire to take Faye away from the man she married. He was willing to face death itself just to reclaim what he believed was rightfully his.

I was pregnant. On my way to deliver documents to Tristan Goldberg, a flash flood struck. Desperate, I dialed his number, praying he’d answer. After a few rings, the call connected. But instead of Tristan, a woman’s voice answered. "Tristan, whose number is this? Do you want to answer it?" There was a brief pause, and then Tristan’s voice, cold and indifferent, cut through. "It’s just my maid. Ignore it. Hang up." And just like that, the call disconnected. Staring at the torrent rising around me, my pulse quickened. I texted him, begging for him to send a rescue team. Minutes passed as the waters climbed to my waist, churning and relentless. Then, a message from Tristan finally appeared. Tristan: [What kind of ridiculous story are you making up now?] Tristan: [Emily, do you think you're eighteen, playing these childish games? I want that document in my hands within thirty minutes, or we're getting divorced.] A surge of terror shot through me as I looked up, catching sight of a heavy branch snapping loose and crashing down. In an instant, everything went dark.

Eden Briar never imagined her needlework would entangle her in a war. An orphan with a gift for sewing, Eden finds purpose as an apprentice in the city’s finest tailor shop. When she’s invited to the palace to help prepare for King Cassian’s engagement to the cold and captivating Seraphine, she’s filled with awe—until a single mistake changes everything. Drawn into the palace’s web of secrets, Eden discovers her estranged brother Erec—missing since their parents’ mysterious deaths—is alive and working for Cade, the infamous rebel king. Cade is more than just a criminal. He’s Cassian’s brother—his equal in power, his opposite in rule—and their bitter rivalry has torn the kingdom apart. Cassian offers Eden a chance: infiltrate Cade’s world, earn Erec’s trust, and help end the rebellion once and for all. But nothing is as it seems. As Eden falls deeper into Cade’s shadowed world, the line between enemy and ally blurs. Torn between two brothers and two visions of the future, Eden must decide where her heart—and her loyalty—truly lie. In a kingdom stitched with betrayal, love could be her greatest undoing.

Sebuah hubungan itu perlu adanya saling percaya, tapi ya jangan sampai dibodohi juga oleh perasaan. Tidak semua yang sudah lebih dulu dekat denganmu adalah yang terbaik, terkadang yang baru saja bertemu, bisa jadi adalah jalan untuk kebahagian yang sebenarnya.Jangan terlalu mencintai sesuatu, juga jangan sampai kelewat membenci. Apalagi kalau sudah menyangkut masalalu. Ugh, mantan, misalnya? Bagaimana jadinya kalau diberi pilihan kembali dengan mantan, atau menerima perjodohan?