Death In Tagalog

Sa araw ng kaniyang kasal, biglang nawala si Carie at kinalaunan ay idineklarang patay. Subalit paglipas ng dalawang taon, muli siyang magbabalik na mas mayaman, mas malakas, at mas matapang dahil asawa na siya ng bilyonaryo na kinatatakutan ng lahat. Buo ang isip niyang pagbayarin ang mga taong umapi sa kaniya at bawiin ang lalaking dapat sana ay pinakasalan niya, subalit hindi madali iyon dahil sarili niyang pamilya ang kaniyang kalaban. Kahit binabalot ng galit at paghihiganti ang puso ni Carie, isang lalaki ang mananatili sa kaniyang tabi- si Leon. Leon Marquez- ang lalaking pinagkakatiwalaan ng pinakamayamang pamilya sa buong Asya. Isusugal niya ang buong buhay at trabaho alang-alang sa babaeng humihingi ng kaniyang tulong. Magpapanggap siyang mister ng asawa ng kaniyang amo habang nagtatago ito, ngunit hindi sinasadyang iibig siya kay Carrie. Gamit ang taglay na karisma, gwapong mukha, at mala-adonis na katawan; aakitin niya ang misis ng kaniyang boss. Ngunit hindi sapat ang pagmamahal niya sa mapanlinlang na tadhana. Baon ang sakit sa inaakalang kataksilan, lalayo si Carie at kamumuhian din siya nito. Hanggang sa magtagpo ang landas ni Leon at ng isang batang lalaki. Tatawagin siya nitong daddy. Matanggap kaya ni Leon ang anak na hindi niya nakikilala? Magawa kaya niyang ipaglalaban ang kaniyang mag-ina kung ang tingin ng iba ay isa lamang siyang NOBODY?

That night, Liam served me my usual evening tea. I trusted him completely—he was my mate, after all, and a respected healer of Thornpack. I shouldn't have. When I woke up the next morning, my head was spinning. The special safe where I kept the morphing inhibitor—the one I'd spent my entire savings to import from Europe for our daughter Isla—was empty. Racing to the healing center, I found Liam celebrating. He was handing out moon-blessed wine, beaming with pride as Natalie's daughter Anna showed off her perfect transformation. My inhibitor had been used on his first love's pup instead of our own daughter. The shock triggered something in my brain. When I collapsed, they diagnosed me with the rare tumor that plagued our kind. Without inhibitors, I couldn't stop Isla's transformation that came early, her six year old body couldn't handle the massive wolf form and the force ripped through her young body. And I, for one, don't even have enough money to keep her in a treatment center. She died in my arms three days later, her little claws drawing blood as the pain overwhelmed her. Until her last breath, she kept asking why Papa hadn't come. Now, in my cold, empty home, with the white porcelain urn containing her ashes on the table, I touch her and decide to sever our partnership.

Thalia Sinclair never thought her quiet admiration for Asher Vaughn Caldwell would lead to marriage. He was the golden boy of their youth, and she was a shadow in the crowd. Years later, an unexpected reunion, one night, and a life-changing twist brought them together in a marriage without love. She thought their story was over when she asked for a divorce—until the day she saw the storm in his eyes. Could it be that the man who seemed so distant had been hiding his true feelings all along?

He’s my lover’s older brother, my sin, and my drug lord. While I am nothing but his brother’s lover, a sinner, and his… sex slave.

Atacia Montreal, kilala bilang si Death, ay isang babaeng mayroong hindi pangkaraniwang buhay. Mas lalo pa itong gumulo ng pasukin niya ang ekswelahan na nagngangalang Heather Academy: School of Fighters kung saan pumapasok ang mga fighters at charmers. Siya at kaniyang kaibigan na si Cassie Santos ay pumasok sa paaralang ito upang maprotektahan ang kanilang sarili, pati narin ang mga Normans. Maraming pagsubok ang dumating sakaniya, at isa na doon ang Dark Queen. Hinahabol siya ng Dark Queen upang patayin. Nanatili siya sa paaralang ito upang mahasa at mapag-aralan ang kaniyang kakayahan sa paggamit ng kaniyang charms. Dito ay nakabuo siya ng mga kaibigan ng hindi niya inaasahan. Dito ay nakabuo siya ng bagong pamilya. Nangako sila sa na poprotektahan ang isa't-isa. Nangako sila na walang iwanan, hanggang dulo ay sama samang haharapin ang mga pagsubok na darating.

As an avid fan of the well - known Filipino singer-songwriter, actor, and model Michael Hugh Perez, Hera Ashley couldn't resists his charm the first time she met him in person. To what extent will she express her love and adoration? What if she's just confused admiration with love? When the table turned, it was only then she realized her true love for her friend Zanjoe.. her blanket, her umbrella and savior. Before she knew it, he was already gone. Is it too late then?

I was his one weakness. Don Alex, the king of New York. And I was his queen. But days before our child was due, I was thrown into the Dockside Deathmatch—a cruel game broadcast for the underground world’s entertainment. The bullets flew, hidden traps lay in wait, and my every terrified, pathetic attempt to survive was broadcast live on giant screens. Then, I heard his second-in-command on the loudspeaker. "Boss, your wife's about to pop. You sure you wanna be here?" I froze. Alex was here? A moment later, a woman’s sugary voice dripped through the speakers. "Forget that bitch. Alex told me the only thing that mattered today was being here with me. Right, honey?" It was Scarlett. The Chicago Outfit's princess. Alex's childhood sweetheart from Chicago, a woman he had always pampered and shown a distinct bias towards. He had turned down her advances for years, but he never refused her whims. Today, she was in a bad mood and insisted on watching the deathmatch, so he was here to keep her company. I screamed for Alex, begged him for help, but he was convinced I was an assassin in disguise. Because Scarlett laughed and said the game needed to be more exciting. So he pressed the button. Vicious patrol dogs hunted me. My water broke, mixing with blood on the ground. I was in agony. The game hit its climax as more dogs and gunmen closed in from all sides. Everyone was betting on who would be the next to die. Alex smiled, his voice a low, careless drawl, "I’ll bet on that filthy pregnant woman to die." He didn't know the truth until I bled out on an operating table, our child dead with me. They say the ruthless Godfather shattered. Broke completely.

I died five years ago. Now my husband, the Don of our Mafia family, wants me to take the fall for his sister again—this time for accidentally killing a British noble's heir during an arms deal. He's holding a fake confession letter with my forged signature, storming into my old apartment in the rust district, only to find it empty. Frustrated, he grabs the corner store owner downstairs, demanding to know where I am. The owner pauses, wiping his hands on his apron, calmly tells him: "Serafine? She died five years ago." "Heard it was retaliation from a rival family during the gang war. They ambushed her in an alley... shot her over a dozen times. She died immediately." My husband, Lucien, refuses to believe it. Convinced the owner is on my payroll, hiding me to help me escape his reach. He scoffs, his eyes filled with scorn: "Oh, so what? Because I called her out for messing up that last job, now she's throwing a tantrum?" "You tell her, if she doesn't come back and take the fall in three days, I'll revoke her grandmother's 'special family protection'! Let the old woman rot!" With that, he storms out, his rage still simmering. The owner watches him leave and sighs, shaking his head. "There's no grandmother left to protect... That woman passed away not long after Serafine did... couldn't survive the winter without our family's medical supplies and protection..."

All because he believed I pushed Elena down the stairs out of jealousy. Six months ago, a rival family drugged Alexander. Elena saved him and got pregnant. Her family disowned her for it. "Ivy, why can't you just let her be?" Alexander choked me, disappointment and rage in his eyes. "She saved my life! I promised to send her away. Why be so vicious to an unborn child? If anything happens to them, I'll bury you with them." I didn't argue. I just planned an explosion. But when I vanished, the high-and-mighty Don went mad.

On my birthday, Connor Simpson's first love jumped off a building due to depression. She died on the spot. Connor blamed everything on me. I never celebrated my birthday again after she died. After the murderer electrocuted me for more than ten hours, they forced me to call Connor. "Connor, it's my 25th birthday today. Can you come over and spend time with me?" However, Connor did not notice anything unusual. His voice was laced with venomous iciness. "Clarisse Winter, Audrey wouldn't have died if it weren't for you. How dare you ask me to celebrate your birthday? If only you were the one who died." I heard him coaxing a woman on the other end just before he hung up on me. That low and gentle tone was what I loved to hear the most in the past. That night, the murderer cut my body into countless pieces, packed them in bags, and threw them in front of the police station. Connor was summoned back overnight. He spent two days and two nights piecing together the body parts, but he did not realize that the dead person was the wife that he hated the most.