Did Might Guy Die

Después de la muerte de su amada, Leandro Fuentes me odió durante diez años. Intenté acercarme a él de todas las formas posibles, pero él solo me lanzaba una sonrisa helada. —Si de verdad quieres agradarme... mejor muérete. Aquella frase me atravesó el pecho como una daga. Pero el día que un camión se lanzó contra mí, fue él quien dio su vida para salvarme, muriendo en un charco de sangre. Antes de cerrar los ojos para siempre, me miró profundamente y dijo, con voz entrecortada: —Si tan solo... nunca te hubiera conocido. En el funeral, la madre de Leandro, doña Eugenia, se aferraba a su retrato mientras las lágrimas le nublaban la vista. —¡Yo debí dejarlo estar con Clarisa! ¡Nunca debí forzarlo a casarse contigo! Su padre, don Ernesto, me fulminó con la mirada, y, con la voz cargada de rabia, añadió: —¡Leandro te salvó tres veces! ¡Era un hombre excepcional! ¡¿Por qué no moriste tú en su lugar?! Todos, absolutamente todos, lamentaban que él se hubiera casado conmigo. Incluso yo. Me echaron del funeral como si fuera una ladrona de paz. Sin rumbo, como un alma errante, caminé sin saber a dónde ir. Tres años después, un avance científico rompió las barreras del tiempo: se creó una máquina capaz de llevarnos al pasado. Y yo... yo volví. Esta vez, decidida a no volver a cruzarme con Leandro, a dejar que él y Clarisa estén juntos. Esta vez, haré feliz a todos... aunque eso signifique desaparecer de sus vidas.

Akala niya one-night stand lang... pero boss pala niya kinabukasan?! Nang lokohin siya ng boyfriend, naglaslas-luha’t alak si Cara Sarmiento sa isang bar. In a moment of drunken revenge, she dragged a mystery guy to her hotel room—wala siyang pakialam kung sino ang lalaking iyon. Pero kinaumagahan, nagulat si Cara... gwapo to the highest level ang lalaki! Sa hiya, tumakas siya at nag-iwan pa ng 2,000 pesos bilang "bayad." Pero ang mas nakakahiya? The next day, nalaman niyang ang lalaki sa kama kagabi… ay ang bagong CEO ng kumpanyang pinapasukan niya—Elias Montemayor. At mukhang hindi siya makakawala agad-agad, dahil pinapatawag siya nito... sa opisina niya. Alone.

En el instante en que explotó el laboratorio, Leonardo González corrió desesperado hacia la zona más alejada, donde se encontraba Victoria López, y la protegió con su cuerpo sin dudarlo. Cuando cesó la explosión, lo primero que hizo fue cargarla en brazos al hospital. Ni siquiera miró a la que yacía en el suelo, empapada en sangre—yo. Porque esa chica a la que él había criado durante dieciocho años, Victoria, ya le había ocupado el corazón por completo. Ya no había espacio para nadie más. Fui yo quien sobrevivió gracias a unos colegas que me llevaron al hospital. Tras salir de cuidados intensivos, con los ojos hinchados de tanto llorar, llamé a mi mentor. —Profesor, ya lo decidí. Acepto unirme al proyecto confidencial. No importa que partamos en un mes ni que no pueda contactar a nadie durante cinco años. Ese mes estaba destinado a ser el de mi boda soñada. Pero ya no quiero casarme. Ya no.

When I was four months pregnant, my fiance, who was a doctor, left me hanging when we were supposed to get married. This was not the first time; this was the sixteenth time. The first time, his nurse fainted at the sight of blood during an operation, and I waited for him for an entire day at the city hall. The second time, his nurse called, and he left me behind on a viaduct to buy daily necessities for her. Whenever we were about to get married, his nurse would call him for all sorts of problems. The final time was when he told me he was sick. Despite the rain, I rushed to the hospital, only to find that it was his nurse who was sick. He stayed by her side to care for her while he lied to me without batting an eye. At that moment, I began to hate him. I aborted our baby and left. But he chased after me and even traveled out of the country just to apologize.

Three years ago, Laura signed her name on divorce papers that ended what she believed was the perfect marriage. Her husband, Michael, once the most devoted man she knew, had become cold, detached, and cruel, pushing her away with a precision that shattered her heart. She believed the rumors, the lies, and the whispers that every act of care he’d once shown her was borrowed from another woman, his first love. Kayla. Now, years later, Laura is a successful lawyer, determined never to fall prey to love again. But when Michael walks into her firm seeking representation for his own divorce from the same woman who destroyed their marriage; the truth begins to unravel. What she thought was betrayal was, in fact, sacrifice. And when their child is kidnapped in a web of supernatural politics and bloodline secrets, Laura and Michael are forced together once more.

🔞Contain Explicit Content🔞 Gage didn’t make a habit of denying himself anything. If he wanted something… anything, he’d claw his way to get it, consequences be damned. But her? Thea? She was the only goddamn exception. Off-limits. Untouchable. A tempting little toy he had no right to shatter, yet that only made him itch to wrap his hands around her and play until she begged. For months, he’d fought the urge, keeping his distance but fate, the-smug-bastard, threw her to him and he, being the despicable-asshole he was, couldn’t say no. She’d walked into his life on his son’s arm, but that wasn’t an issue. Because he’d take her anyway. Steal her. Ruin her for anyone else. And keep her pinned beneath him for as long as it took to satisfy the hunger that’d been gnawing at him for months.  THEA ~ I kept hoping my boyfriend would look at me. Just once. Just enough to feel like I still mattered. But he never did. So I went looking for attention elsewhere… and somehow, “elsewhere” turned out to be his father. Gage. The man I should’ve stayed the hell away from. Gage wasn’t gentle, and he sure wasn’t safe, but he saw me and looked at me the way his son never did. And the moment I stepped toward him instead of away, I knew I’d crossed a line I couldn’t come back from. It was wrong. Forbidden. A disaster begging to happen. And yet… standing there in front of him, lonely and stupidly hopeful, I lean into the warmth he gave so easily, the attention he offered like it cost him nothing. I should’ve walked away. But I didn’t. And neither did he.

The enemies of my adopted sister's parents mistook me for her and kidnapped me. Before the rogues killed me, they gave me three phone calls for help. If anyone was willing to give me three hundred dollars, I could live. For the first call, I dialed my father. Father didn't listen to a word I said. He immediately unleashed a torrent of curses. "Where the hell are you? Get your ass back home right now for your sister's birthday!" For the second call, I dialed my brother. My brother listened silently to my plea for help, then hung up with a cold snort. "You're never around when the pack needs you. Who's going to fall for this act now?" For the third call, I dialed my fiancé. He didn't even answer. When I called again, I'd been blocked. The rogue wolf laughed at me. "Looks like being the eldest daughter of the Ashwood family doesn't mean much, does it?" After he tortured me to death, he stuffed my body into a suitcase and threw it in the river.

I used to be the apple of my family's eye, but Suzanne Nilson changed that when she showed up on my birthday with a DNA test result. The Nilson family cruelly kicks me to the curb and throws me back to my biological parents, leading to me being sold off to the village idiot. Xavier Gubbens, with whom I've grown up, kicks the door down and saves me. Later, he etches a word on my face. "Do you think you're done repenting for your sins with this, Suzanne Nilson?" Later still, his eyes are red as he pleads, "Can't we go back to how things used to be?" How things used to be? There's no such thing. Everyone has to look to the future.

The girl my family sponsored was a manipulative opportunist. She had my childhood friends wrapped around her finger. I helped her out of pity for her poor background, but she climbed her way up, slowly taking my place. She faked innocence in front of the brothers while sabotaging me behind my back. When they found out, they called me petty rather than blame her. I got fed up, married my college crush, and moved on. But they flew in overnight, begging for forgiveness.

To save his childhood sweetheart suffering from a congenital heart condition, my mate Ethan—the storm pack’s Alpha—forced me to remove my heart to be given to his beloved. "Don't worry, you are the rarest white wolf with the strongest healing ability. I have prepared an artificial heart for you, and you will be fine." Ethan said. I tried to explain to my mate Ethan that my healing ability has become very poor in the past year, so that transplanting my heart would kill me. My mate snarled at me with disgust, "Selene is so gravely ill, and here you are, jealous and fighting for attention! She saved my life when I was suffering from silver poisoning a year ago! You won't die anyway, so why can't you help her?" Under the mandatory order of my mate, I was sent to the pack healer for the heart transplant. He didn’t know that I was the one who had exchanged my rare white wolf's healing ability with a witch to save him from silver poisoning. In the end, with my healing abilities gone, I died miserably in a forgotten corner of the empty healer's cabin.