Dead Hearts

Amara Ysabelle Santiago is a 21-year-old architecture student who has lived most of her life trying to survive, not to dream. Raised in a small province and thrust into Manila by a scholarship, she never expected to catch the eye of the country's most powerful and cold-hearted billionaire, Killian Alaric Dela Vega. When their paths collide due to an unexpected business arrangement involving her estranged father, Amara finds herself locked into a marriage contract she can’t escape. He’s rich, ruthless, and emotionally frozen. She’s warm, stubborn, and hiding a past darker than he could ever imagine. Will Amara melt the ice surrounding Killian’s heart, or will she shatter in his world of power games and betrayal? This is the story of a girl forced into a cold billionaire’s world, where love was never part of the deal—but destiny had other plans

Mia Halstead, a 26 year old surgeon who’s learned to measure life in precise incisions and careful routines. When a bittersweet goodbye to childhood friends becomes an eight year leap into a town that still holds the ache of first love, Mia finds herself drawn back to the one man who haunted her heart from the start: Dawson Lane. Dawson, scarred by war and shadowed by nights of sleepless thunder, is the quiet storm she never stopped craving. He’s returned home, tall, guarded, and carrying a history that refuses to stay buried. As Mia navigates high stakes hospital corridors, a meddling sister who runs on caffeine and chaos, and a provocative doctor eager to rewrite her fate, old memories collide with present danger. A lingering crush becomes something more dangerous: the truth that love can heal what fear has kept apart and break what’s never been rebuilt. When a stalker shadows Mia’s steps, and a pregnancy tests the future in unexpected ways, Mia and Dawson must decide what they’re willing to risk for a chance at a future that isn’t dictated by memory or duty. With Liberty Lane’s unflinching loyalty and a town that aches to belong, Storm-Worn Hearts is a slow burn romance about choosing love when the weather inside you refuses to clear.

A mistaken kiss. A ruined engagement. A contract that changed everything. When small-town doctor Mirabelle Santos accidentally kisses a stranger in Manila, she unknowingly shatters the engagement of billionaire Jiro Del Fierro. To protect his reputation, Jiro forces her into a one-year contract as his substitute wife. Living under one roof with the cold and dangerous Jiro was supposed to be a nightmare—until secrets unravel, feelings grow, and a past filled with lies, betrayal, and stolen identities threatens to destroy them both. Would love survive despite of all hindrances that traps their way?

Waverly Alaia Knight is known for her best chemical experiments, she makes the perfect antidotes and poisons that the FBI and RVS has been using since she started working for them. Summer came and one of the bosses instructed her to make a love potion, to easily manipulate and conquer some of their enemies. But while making the potion, an unexpected accident happened that turned her life upside down. Will she able to bring back things in their rightful places? Or she'll be trapped in her mistake and be punished severely?

Simula ng magkaisip si Hilda Alegre bukod sa pagmamahal at maka-survive wala na siyang ibang hinihiling pa. Inasam niya ang pagmamahal na iyon at proteksyon mula sa sarili nito na ama kalaunan ay nabigo din siya after mag decide ito na ipakasal siya sa italiano na matanda. Naisip ni Hilda hindi nagba-bound sa dugo at laman ang pagmamahal. Pinili ng ama ni Hilda na ibenta siya— dugo niya at laman para mailigtas ang step sister niya na ni walang isang patak ng dugo galing sa ama niya. Umalis si Hilda at tumakas sa kapalarang inilatag sa kaniya ng sariling ama. Hinanap nito ang kalayaan sa italy. "Saan ba ako nagkamamali?" ani ni Hilda na ngayon ay hawak ang ulo habang nakatitig sa pregnancy test na hawak. She marely survive by little lucky of hers and now— may isa pa siyang buhay na kailangan protektahan. "Hindi nga ako sigurado sino ang tao na nakasama ko sa kwarto." May pagkakautang siya na need bayaran kay Arthur Cage Nicastro kaya tinanggap niya ang mission na bantayan ang anak nito na si Aron Nicastro. But during mission may nangyari na aksidente. Lasing siya 'non at ang huling nakasama niya ay si Aron Nicastro. "Importante ba sino ang ama?" bulong ni Hilda tapos sumandal sa sofa. Walang buhay ang mga mata na tiningnan mabuti ang pregnancy test. "If nag-fail ang mission, nakahanap ako ng opportunity at the end— if gusto ko mabuhay. Kailangan ko ulit tumakas at wala ako balak iwan ang bata na ito. Sino 'man sa dalawang Nicastro ang ama."

After I fell while pregnant, my six-year-old son, Nico Bertelli, did not come to help me. When I woke up, the baby in my belly was gone. At my hospital bedside, Nico hid behind my husband, Roberto Bertelli, and mumbled, "Mommy, I thought you fainted on purpose to get my attention. You've pretended to pass out a few times before just to stop me from going out with Ms. Pelosi." Roberto chimed in coldly, "You're always pulling tricks to get attention. Nico doesn't even trust you anymore. You need to take a hard look at yourself and figure out why he prefers being around Martina Pelosi over you." I was completely heartbroken. The day after I was discharged, I went home, packed up everything that belonged to me, and left behind only two documents: a divorce agreement and a letter terminating my parental rights.

The day my girlfriend’s condition worsened and she needed urgent surgery, I publicly called her a burden in front of everyone. Despite her pleas, I abandoned her cruelly. Seven years later, she became a formidable international tycoon and returned home with great fanfare. To exact her revenge on me, the heartless man, she poisoned my mother into silence and sent my father to prison. Eager to see me beg for mercy, she mobilized every connection to track me down. At this point, her parents could no longer bear to watch. With tears streaming down their faces, they revealed the entire truth. “He died seven years ago to donate his organs to you!”

There are monsters in this world. And they used to be us. Now it's time to euthanize to survive in a hospice where Emily, a woman haunted by her past, only wants to do her job and be the best mother possible. Post-infection Chicago. Christmas. Inside The Hospice, Emily and her fellow nurses do their rounds. Here, men and women live out their final days in comfort, segregated from society, and are then humanely terminated before fate turns them into marrow-craving monsters known as ‘Smilers.’ Outside these imposing walls, rabid protesters swarm with signs, caught up in the heat of their hatred. Emily, a woman haunted by her past, only wants to do her job and be the best mother possible. But in a world where mortality means nothing, where guns are drawn in fear and nobody seems safe anymore – at what cost will this pursuit come? And through it all, the soon to be dead remain silent, ever smiling. Such is their curse. It won't be long before that snow-speckled ground will be salted by blood. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

The day we were meant to be mated, my Alpha, Ford, was ambushed. Silver bullets shredded his car, sending it plunging off a bridge and into the river below. He was pronounced dead. Drowned. I was left pregnant with his heir, shattered by the raw agony of our severed mate bond. Then Ford's twin, Aiden, returned from abroad with his mate, Kyra. His identical face and a scent so similar to my mate's nearly drove me mad. A desperate part of me swore Ford was still alive. I told myself it was just grief. A widow's delusion. Until I overheard a hushed conversation and the horrifying truth slammed into me: the man pretending to be Aiden was Ford. He had faked his death. He'd let his own brother die in his place, all for Kyra—the other woman carrying his child. The grief that had crippled me instantly morphed into a cold, sharp rage. Ford didn't just break our bond; he shattered it. And I would make him pay. I wiped my tears and sent a single message to my brother, Billy, the Alpha of the Winterstone Pack. "Brother, I need a plane crash. He loves faking his death? Fine. Let him feel what it's like to truly lose a mate." Only when the news of my "death" spread did Ford reclaim his name. He knelt for seven days and nights in the ashes of the home we once shared, consumed by a grief of his own making.

"Anak ko ang nakasalalay dito, Jessa, kaya hindi mo kami masisisi kung gumawa man kami ng bagay na kahit alam naming makakasakit para lang madugtungan ang buhay ni Clyde." Mapait siyang ngumiti. Tinignan niya si Xyrius na nakatingin sa kanya sari-saring emosyon ang nagsasalimbayan sa mga mata nito. Iniiwas niya ang tingin dito at bumaling kay Giselle. "Gusto kitang saktan, kung puwede nga lang patayin kita ngayon." Dumaan ang gulat ang takot sa mga mata ni Giselle. "Pero hindi ko gagawin dahil baka mamaya buntis ka na pala. Baka nakabuo na pala kayo ng asawa ko. Sayang yung sakit na nararamdaman ko kung mawawala lang yung batang magdudugtong sa buhay ni Clyde." Pinunasan niya ang luha niya gamit ang manggas ng damit niya. Saka tumayo ng tuwid. Naglakad siya at ng na sa tapat na siya ni Giselle huminto siya. Hinubad niya ang wedding ring niya at iniabot ang kamay nito saka inilagay roon ang wedding ring niya. "Tutal makapal naman ang mukha mo 'wag ka nang mahiya. Sa iyo na rin itong wedding ring ko. Sayong-sayo na si Xyrius..." aniya dito na ikinagulat nito. Saka niya ito nilagpasan at tinungo ang pinto pero hinabol siya ni Xyrius at pinigilan. Malamig ang mga matang nilingon niya ito. "I'm sorry..." umiiyak na anito. "Ayokong mawala si Clyde pero mas ayokong mawala ka sa buhay ko..." humahagulgol na anito. Hindi niya rin napigilan ang pagpatak ng luha niya. "Isa lang puwede mong piliin at pinili mo siya, X. Anong laban ko ro'n e, anak mo 'yon. Dugo at laman mo 'yon..." Marahan niyang tinanggal ang kamay nito sa braso niya. "Hanggang dito na lang ako... hindi ko na kayang magpatuloy na kasama ka. Goodbye, love... be a good father." Tinapik niya ang balikat nito at tumalikod na siya.