Definition Of A

A devil child who was raised by a devil hunter like a human child. Under the auspices of the devil hunter He finds love, affection, shelter, and knowledge without knowing his true self.

Mia Thompson, a fiercely independent and resilient young woman, finds herself thrust into the opulent world of Nathaniel Blackwood, a charismatic and possessive billionaire playboy. Bound by a contract marriage to secure her family's financial stability, Mia's life takes an unexpected turn when she succumbs to a one-night stand with a mysterious stranger. As secrets unravel, passions ignite, and loyalties are tested, Mia and Nathaniel must confront the consequences of their actions, leading them on a journey of self-discovery, redemption, and undeniable love.

A twisting romance about love,friendship and destiny. Tiara meets Thomas by chance or according to him "destiny". He leaves her with no clue on how to see him,driven by her new believe in destiny,she waits to see him again. A different kind of love pictures different love stories of different people, it's a combination of love stories.

"You keep saying he died of black magic, but you're not telling me exactly how he died. If what you're saying is true... what happened to him??" I ask her with a raise of my brows. "The magic consumed him. He became power hungry. He started absorbing the powers from members of our coven. He wanted it all for himself. He had to be put down. He had to be stopped" She explains "Mom, what are you saying? Are you insinuating what I think you are? What do you mean he had to be put down??" The windows to her room bang open and cool breeze is rushing in, making the papers in her room fly haphazardly. "Layla, you have to calm down." She motions towards me. "So the coven killed him?? They killed my father and you didn't do anything about it????" I scream at the top of my lungs, the lights still flickering, tears pooling in my eyes and wind blowing in through the windows. "He killed two people from our coven! His eyes were completely black! The magic had completely taken over him. Your dad wasn't there anymore. So yes, we killed him to protect the rest of the coven…"

Sharlynn Willie Eisenhauer- the biological daughter of Heinz Othman Eisenhauer, was shocked to see her fiancé and step-sister making love in front of her. Heartbroken, she entered a nightclub and drank alcohol to calm herself. Half drunk, she was nearly assaulted by a man. Fortunately, she was saved by Sevariano Ricardo del Vecchio, the Kaufman's assistant and bodyguard, who happened to be there. Not wanting to be taken home, Richie was forced to take Sharlynn to his apartment. When she returned home, Sharlynn told her father everything. Unfortunately, it turns out that the father favours his step-sister and forces Sharlynn to give up Julian. Not wanting to show her downfall, Sharlynn forced Richie to marry her with threats. Richie refused, but at the insistence of the Kaufman Family, who still had family ties to the Eisenhauer family, the conditional marriage finally occurred. The two lived a loveless life. Richie's gentle and conciliatory behaviour gradually created love in Sharlynn's heart. However, something happened to Richie's grandfather, who was in Milan-Italy. The man was forced to take Sharlynn to meet his grandfather until the true identity of Richie's family was revealed. The disaster begins when the woman from Richie's past shows up and wants him back, so much so that she will do anything to keep Sharlynn and Richie apart. Will Richie and Sharlynn's marriage rekindle the love in their hearts? Can Sharlynn defend her marriage when the woman from her husband's past tries to destroy it?

Thaddeus Carter is on the journey of fulfilling his dreams when he faces situations that demands his decisions. Let's find out how he handles the situations and how he handles his big bad- Kong. He will do anything to save his neighborhood, but when it comes to family...

It's the tenth anniversary of my bonding with my warrior mate, Owen Chase, and also our son Leo's birthday. A month earlier, I spent $8000 arranging a trip to the Blood Moon Forest. I plan to take my mate and pup to the Moon Goddess' sacred grounds to receive her blessings. This is supposed to be a happy anniversary celebration for our complete werewolf family. I've prepared everything and booked tickets for the Twilight Coach. But on the night before our departure, Owen and Leo suddenly block our mind-link. "Dad and I are having dinner with Ms. Emma on the 24th floor of Moonlight Restaurant. We've cancelled the tickets—we're not going." The call ends there. They promptly block my number as well. I rush back to our pack overnight, only to find that the security system no longer recognizes me. That night, every household locks its doors and activates protective barriers against the toxic mist of the Silver Mines in the nearby Moonveil Valley, while I could only huddle on the stone steps outside our house, inhaling the silver-laden fog all night. The poisonous substances flood my systems. I am sent to the hospital, burning with fever as my wolf grows weaker with every labored breath. Meanwhile, my family is busy touring Central City with Emma Skinner, spending the money I had worked so hard to earn. Owen posts a photo on his social media. In the photo, Emma, my mate Owen, and my child Leo stand hand-in-hand in front of the wishing fountain in Central City, all smiling brightly. The caption reads: "A perfect trip, a perfect family of three." It is only then that I finally understand—this family exists in name only. It's time for me to rebuild my life.

Just a few days before my wedding, I accidentally come across a post while scrolling online. The title reads, "To the guy getting married in this city, your fiancée's already cheated on you." Curious, I click in to see the gossip, only to realize I'm the one being talked about. A deep male voice plays in the video. "I heard you're getting married?" The woman in the frame, bare-backed and trembling, chokes back a sob. "After you left, I realized you're still the one I love most. I'm done with him. Take me away, please!" The moment I hear her voice, it feels like someone punches me straight in the chest. Then I notice something on her wrist—the luxury couple's bracelet I gave her just yesterday. And in that instant, I feel like the biggest joke of all. Turns out the fool was me.

My roommate had a peculiar knack for pestering everyone into liking her posts on social media, all so she could collect enough likes to claim some prize or another. It was her way of life—nagging, nudging, and guilting us into clicking that little thumbs-up. One time, the campus beauty queen liked my roommate's ad for a facial mask. Not long after, she was in a horrific car accident. The vehicle caught fire, and her face suffered severe burns, leaving her disfigured beyond recognition. Meanwhile, my roommate seemed to undergo a miraculous transformation, her complexion turning porcelain fair and flawless as though she'd been kissed by the heavens. Then there was the academic prodigy, a shoe-in for graduate school, who liked her tutoring service post. Shortly after, he was exposed for academic fraud, and his once-brilliant reputation was reduced to ashes. Strangely enough, my roommate's research paper suddenly won an award, catapulting her to fame and fortune. And me? I fell into her trap too. I liked her rental agency ad, and before I knew it, my world crumbled. A scandal erupted, revealing that I was the result of a mix-up at birth. It turned out she was the long-lost child of wealth and privilege—a hidden gem cast into the rough, now reclaimed by her rightful family. As for me, I was packed off to the countryside village she had escaped from and forced into a brutal marriage with an old man. My life became a living hell, and eventually, I died there, broken and forgotten. But fate wasn't done with me yet. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day my roommate begged me to like her post in exchange for yet another prize.

On April Fool’s Day, my CEO husband cut out my heart to save his childhood sweetheart's son. After the surgery, he tossed me into a cold rental apartment, where I died in agony. Three days after my death, my five-year-old daughter played in the room as usual. Walking by the sofa, she wrinkled her little nose and mumbled, "Mommy, there's a weird smell in here." She touched my face and murmured, "Mommy, are you pretending to be Snow White? Why are you so pale?" She shook my arm harder and raised her voice, "Mommy, it's my birthday today—get up and blow out the candles!" Confused, she picked up the phone and called her father. “Daddy, did I make Mommy mad? I lit the candles, but no matter how much I call her, she won’t wake up.” On the other end of the call, Patrick Hart’s voice was cold and impatient. “What could possibly be wrong with her? She’s just pretending to be asleep for sympathy. It’s Johnny’s birthday, I’m busy. Don’t bother me! Tell your melodramatic mother to stop playing her little tricks. I don't have time to humor her." My daughter removed the candle from her bun, pinched off a piece of the bun, and fed it to me. "Mommy, I made a secret wish… I really wish you could hold me again, just like before."