Devil Up Mga Nobela at Kwento

My wife, Rosalie Lockwood, locks me up in a villa located in the suburbs for three days because I've forgotten to feed her first love's dog once. Unfortunately, the villa somehow gets set on fire. I call Rosalie for help and beg her to tell me where she's hidden the key. But she merely replies lightly, "Today is Caleb's birthday. Don't think about ruining this big day for us! Once Caleb's mood lightens up after we're done celebrating his birthday, I'll let you out." I try to save myself, but the water supply in the villa is already cut off. Soon, the signal goes out, too. I can only watch as I get surrounded by the ruthless inferno. Eventually, everything in the villa is reduced to ashes. Even when I'm burned to nothing but bones, help still never comes for me…

“Who the hell changed the screw tolerance by 0.007 mm?” “I did. Is there a problem?” Kimmy Zabel, our department’s “good-luck charm” and full-time slacktivist, did not even look up from her compact mirror, where she was carefully applying lip gloss. “It just didn’t look right, so I tweaked it. Do you really have to yell at me?” The production line had been running on the wrong spec for twenty-four hours. I hit the emergency stop. Keeping my voice steady took some effort. “These parts no longer meet export standards. If we miss tomorrow’s shipment, even a month of overtime wouldn’t cover the penalties.” “It’s one tiny number. You’re being so dramatic!” Kimmy snapped her makeup case shut. “Anyway, it’s New Year’s Eve. I’ve got a date. I’m not staying here to suffer with you people.” Before she even reached the door, I gestured to the staff to pull the shutters down. “For precision components like these, one number translates into a million-dollar loss. You can take these defective units and explain them to the regulators.”

In the Corvona underworld, there is one unspoken rule. When a Don keeps a new woman by his side for three consecutive months, the Donna must personally remove the signet ring symbolizing her power and place it on the new woman's finger before the entire family. When my husband, Luca, the Don of the Bellini family, announced he would take Mia alone on a three-month business trip, the entire Corvona underworld waited for me to have a meltdown. I had been with Luca Bellini for seven years. I followed him everywhere, refusing to leave his side. I would even wake up in the middle of the night to touch him, needing to know he was there to feel secure. They were all aware of my clinginess and were betting I would never let go. But when Mia extended her hand to me, her voice dripping with saccharine, I didn't shed a single tear. I calmly removed the signet ring engraved with the family crest and slid it onto her ring finger. Luca, lounging in the leather chair at the head of the table, swirled the whiskey in his glass, satisfaction gleaming in his cold blue eyes. "Elara, you've finally learned your place." I lowered my gaze to my bare finger, saying nothing in return. What Luca didn't know was that a month ago, I had recovered all seven years of my lost memories. I wasn't some street orphan at all, but the long-lost Principessa of the Rossi family, the most powerful of the Old World families. In three days, my brother's armed convoy would roll into Corvona to take me home.

"Who are you? , what do you want from me? Why are you doing this to us?" Nella shriek with a shaky and fearful tone. " well, since you are insisting on knowing who I am then, I might I As well tell you "Angelica replied removing her mask slowly. " Mom?" Nella asked with her eyes popping out of their sockets "no, no, no, I don't believe this ” she shakes vigorously in denial while moving away but she couldn't. ”yes, it's me, your mom " "I'm not your mom, you wretched witch, I'm not your wretched dead mother, you little duckling " she yells with a sinister gaze. "I hate, I hate all of you " Bella felt her whole world crumbling right before her eye, she couldn't believe that her entire life has been made up of lies.

Sarian De Luca was never meant to exist in the world of power and privilege. She was a maid’s daughter—Obedient, invisible. Until the night Killian Capella stepped into her life, he didn’t just save her. He changed the rules she had spent years surviving by. He protected her like a secret and loved her like a sin. Then he vanished. Years later, Sarian returns—not as the broken girl he left behind, but as a woman forged by betrayal, motherhood, and relentless survival. The man who once called himself Killian now rules Europe’s business empire as Salvatore Capella— he is cold, engaged, and untouchable. He doesn’t recognize her in public. But in private, he watches her like she never left. What Salvatore doesn’t know is that Sarian carries more than scars from the past. She carries a truth that could destroy his empire—and a love he was never meant to reclaim. Bound by secrets, threatened by enemies, and trapped between desire and revenge, Sarian has to decide: remain obedient and survive… or defy the devil who still owns her heart. Because Killian Capella isn’t an angel. He’s something far more dangerous.

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉... 𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅. Lindsay Maxwell had once been happy in her marriage until a twisted turn of events ruined it all for her. She can't say, but lately, she has noticed her husband, Engel, has become distant and less affectionate; their marriage has been a cold place in their empty mansion. All she wants is to be separated from him. Engel Gunther, first of the Gunther sons with an alias of the devil himself, when his beloved wife turns her back on him, Engel is forced to show a side of him he has withheld for long, his greed getting the best of him just to keep Lindsay with him. To him, he was protecting his most prized possession; to her, he was hurting her.

Fiona had been nothing but a prude in the office, her wild and happening days left far behind for her to feed herself and her sister. But one night to loosen up and have some fun leads to her doing the unthinkable, sleeping with her scary and enigmatic boss. And now suddenly, he is obsessed with her.

My name is Clara Kelly. I was born in Brooklyn, into an Irish-American cop’s family. My father spent his whole career walking a beat out of the 84th Precinct. My mother volunteered at the parish. I was the first girl on our block to get into Columbia Law. The year I graduated, I was volunteering at a charity gala. I picked up the wrong glass of wine and ended up dumping it down the front of a man’s Brioni suit. That man was Adrian Francesco Moretti. Fourth-generation Don of the Moretti Family of New York, and one of the five families of Cosa Nostra. He chased me for four years. I said no six times. The seventh time, he stood outside my law firm in the rain until three-fifteen in the morning. I married him. Two decades in, he’d handed me the keys to the entire Moretti Family. In our world they called me “the Irish Donna,” a woman with no Italian blood who somehow held the seat. Childless by choice, the two of us. Famously in love. Until that Wednesday afternoon, when my college roommate of twenty years, my best friend Vivian Sinclair, walked into my living room with a five-year-old boy. She said the boy was Adrian’s son. She said that five years ago, she’d taken a used condom out of the wastebasket in my upstairs master bedroom, kept it frozen for three years, and done IVF. She said she was the real mother of the Moretti heir. She was the real Donna Moretti. “Be smart. Pack your bags and walk out. You might even get to keep your life.” “You’re barren. The Moretti Family doesn’t need you.” I looked at the woman I’d called my best friend for half my adult life. I didn’t say a word. She thought she was holding the winning card. What she didn’t know was that she’d just stepped onto a board Adrian and I had been laying for twenty years. I needed exactly one sentence to shatter every piece of the Donna fantasy she’d spent five years building.

One night of forbidden magic changed the fate of a wallflower to that of a seductress. Insanely intelligent Sophia Morales works at New York’s most elite law firm, where she is constantly overworked and treated like a maid even though she’s the most intelligent woman in that law firm. She had one wish—to stop being a wallflower and be powerful even for just a day. One night of magic changes everything when she’s dragged into a downtown occult salon by her best friend, she is thrown into a world of glamour magic. With this newfound beauty, she proceeds to have her first drunk one-night stand ever with a stranger in the dark; she feels great until he works in the office some days later as her new boss. Sophia’s presence and aura begin to shift. She becomes glowing and irresistible. Men want her; women want her. Women envy her too. She’s happy with the fact that her power was no longer in her brain alone but in every strut she takes. Her boss becomes too obsessed with her. Her mentors become jealous; secret betrayal begins. Envy is dangerous; will she be able to cope with the repercussions of this magic? And is it reversible?

Her name is Ardina, she is 17 years old, even though today is the day she will carry out her high school graduation. Suddenly the school held the last study tour before the graduation ceremony was held. However, the accident happened. It happened when she and her friends were on their way to Cibodas, Bogor. None of the people on the bus survived. All of them died including Ardina. Do you know what Ardina saw before the accident happened? She is seeing a group of glowing white creatures with glittering wings that were extremely beautiful. Then, what happened next to Ardina? And will she go to heaven or ? Actually, who is that girl anyway?