Death Blossom

While I was nine months pregnant, the apple of my husband’s eye moved into our house. Whenever she saw me, she would make a sad face. My husband was sure that I was flaunting my pregnancy to make her angry. “Rachel is frail, and she can’t get pregnant, yet you’re walking around making her upset?! Do I seriously have to teach you a lesson?!” He ordered the bodyguards to lock me in the attic that had not been in use for a long time and told them not to give me food. I pleaded for mercy and told him that the ultrasound scan showed that the twin babies were too big. I told him that the doctor had claimed that I had to be hospitalized while I waited for my delivery. But he laughed as if he had heard the world’s greatest joke. When he spoke, his voice was as cold as ice. “You’re still three days away from your delivery date! Enough with the pitiful act! Repent while you’re in the attic! This is what you get for making Rachel upset!” The contractions hurt so much that I clenched my fists to the point that my nails broke, but no one unlocked the door to the attic. My piercing screams echoed in the attic for a long time until my whole body was soaked in blood, and one of my babies was stuck between my bloody legs. Three days later, my husband ate his breakfast that was not up to his taste and said, “Have Jane make breakfast for me, then have her apologize to Rachel with a gift. If she’s sincere enough, I’ll send her to the hospital to deliver the babies.” But no one dared go up to the attic because the blood that flowed down from it had already reached the second step of the stairs.

My sister accompanies me when I go for my premarital medical checkup. When I'm preparing a urine test, I hear embarrassing sounds coming from the cubicle next door. I'm about to leave when I hear the conversation. "Keep it in you, Willow. We're doing this again if it slips out." The voice belongs to my fiancé, Zachary Hilton. The woman to whom he's speaking is Willow Langley, my sister. I dial his number hysterically to see whether it really is him, but my calls go unanswered. All I hear is the incessant ringing of a phone next door and moans alongside it. I'm rooted to the spot, too stunned to do anything. Zachary once vowed to love me for life, yet he's doing something like this with Willow prior to our wedding. The moans and pants next door take a long time to subside. Once I hear them leave, I call home, my face wet with tears. "Mom, change my husband-to-be to Thomas Hilton, Zachary's youngest uncle. I don't want to have anything to do with Zachary anymore."

On the eve of our wedding, Trevin Hoffman's childhood sweetheart, a mercenary who had vanished for five years, was struck by a deadly love spell during a mission. When her teammates dragged her back to him, she was covered in blood, barely clinging to life. Trevin, usually calm and composed, lost control. Ignoring my protests, he locked himself in with her for the entire night. I sat outside that door, sleepless until dawn. The next morning, when I demanded an explanation in hysteria, he shielded her with his body and snapped, his mask completely gone. "I couldn't just watch Wren die. One wild night before marriage, what's so wrong with that?" At that moment, I was disillusioned. My love for him vanished in an instant.

Even after five years of marriage, Benjamin Lane continues to maintain his image as a devoted husband. He's the scion of the Lane family, yet he strictly adheres to curfews and comes home on time. He drives me to work every day and goes all out to prepare gifts for me on various anniversaries and holidays. His social media is also all about his doting love for me. The online community calls him a hopeless romantic; countless people ship us together. However, he's logged in to his WhatsApp account on his tablet. I see a video another woman has sent to him.

In the chaos and quiet of her 30s, a woman reflects on the loves that shaped her, the heartbreaks that undid her, and the tender spaces in between. Through fleeting romances, almost-loves, and the weight of expectations—family’s, society’s, and her own—she navigates a world where connection is currency, vulnerability is rebellion, and self-discovery never comes easy. Told with wit, warmth, and raw honesty, this novel is a journey through modern love: messy, magical, and sometimes maddening. It's about the people who entered her life, the ones who left, and the version of herself she’s still becoming.

Ang pagtakas ni Raven mula sa masasakit na pangyayari sa buhay niya ay siyang nagbigay ng dahilan upang magbago ang dating Raven. Ilan taon ang nakakaraan, ang dating Raven na kilala ng lahat ay malayo na sa kanilang inaakala. Ang mabait at inosente ay hindi na mahagilap sa pagkatao ni Raven. Ang kataksilan ni Vander ang maghimok kay Raven para magbago. Pero paano niya haharapin kung ang Vander na kilala niyang taksil ay patuloy pa rin sa pagpapanggap bilang isang mabuting tao at niloloko ang lahat? Pero kung maloloko ni Vander ang lahat, hindi niya maloloko si Raven. Hinding hindi niya mapapatawad si Vander, kahit malaman pa niya na siya ang kanyang amour. Pinapangako ni Raven na hindi na titibok ang puso niyang ginawang bakal kay Vander.

Isang malubhang epidemya ang tumama sa sanlibutan at kumitil ng buhay ng mga bata. Pero may iilan na nakaligtas. Ang mga nakaligtas ay nagkaroon ng kakaibang abilidad na naging sanhi para tugisin sila ng gobyerno at pinagkaitan ng kalayaan na mabuhay. Paano matatakasan ni Raven ang kanyang kapalaran kung kahit anong pilit ng pagtatago niya ay hahabulin siya ng kamatayan? Tunghayan niyo ang unang yugto ng buhay ni Raven. Ang unang libro ng DEATHLY FATE

There was a ten-year gap between me and my sister-in-law, but we got along surprisingly well, especially given that we were both in an absurdly rich family. Then, one day, she came to me, bawling and clutching a photo in her hand. "Your brother is cheating on me! He has a family somewhere else! For more than ten years! I'm getting a divorce!" Crying, I showed her a message I got from my husband's mistress. "That bastard Christopher has a mistress! I'm leaving this home!"

“I-I ran away,” hagulgol ko na tuluyan na ngang bumigay nang makalayo na sa Twin Towers ng Atkinson. “You what?!” gulat akong tinignan ni Franz mula sa salamin sa harap. Hindi ko na nga lang siya nakausap ng maayos dahil tanging luha ko na lamang ang naghahari sa akin ngayon. Parang pinipiga ang puso ko. Gustong-gusto ko pang ipaglaban si Alaric at maikasal sa kanya pero ayaw kong madamay siya sa gulo ng buhay ko. Kung ikapapahamak niya lang din, ay huwag na lang. Yes, I am the billionaire’s runaway bride... --•❦•-- Si Myrthala Zachra Armani Laurenco ay namulat sa isang marangyang pamilya. Puno ng pagmamahal ng mga tao sa kanyang paligid kaya gano'n na lamang siya nalugmok nang sa isang iglap ay natuon ang atensyon ng lahat sa kanyang bruhang pinsan. Nawala ang lahat sa kanya: pagiging heiress, atensiyon ng ama at ang mismong fiance. She became a murder suspect and she's been hated by everyone around her. Pakiramdam niya ay pinaglalaruan at inabandona na siya ng mundo. Not until she met Alaric Atkinson. Ang tusong bilyonaryo at tagapagmana ng mga Atkinsons. Kaya ng malamang half-brother siya ng dating fiance, kinuha niya ang oportunidad na ito upang alukin siya ng kasal. 'Yon nga lang, ang kasal para kay Alaric ay sakal. Ngunit paano kung sa gitna ng kanilang laro ay may mabuo? Malilinis pa kaya ni Thala ang kanyang pangalan o mauuwi lamang siya sa kapahamakan? Where will Thala be taken by her impulsiveness and her blossoming seduction towards her brother-in-law? Is Alaric Atkinson a predator or a prey? An ally or an enemy?

“I will choke you to death till you beg for me to stop but I won’t. I will make you pour out all the water left in your body with my tongue”. In a sudden and tense encounter, I found myself desperately seeking answers from him. But his silence only fueled my frustration. With emotions boiling over, I couldn't contain my anger, clenching my fist as I shot him a piercing look. Undeterred, I pressed on, demanding a response, my annoyance growing palpable. However, his explosive reaction caught me off guard, as he silenced me with a fierce command, his grip on my face sending shivers down my spine. The chilling intensity of his eyes left me paralyzed, consumed by fear. I realized I had provoked a dangerous force, a man exuding an aura of unapproachable defiance. Tears welled up as his grip tightened, and my helplessness only deepened. The emotional storm between us unveiled a side to him that was ruthless and merciless, living up to the ominous title he bore. With a final, venomous word, he tore away a bandage and stormed out, leaving me to grapple with the unsettling encounter that had just unfolded.