Eat The Rich

From the ruins of her failed marriage, Ayla learned the hardest lesson of all: never to trust men completely. Natuto na siya. Mula sa dating asawa, tanging sakit, pighati, at pang-aabuso lang ang natutunan niya. She closed her heart off, deciding that love was not for her anymore. Instead, she sought temporary comfort-giving her body freely to whoever came along, thinking that was all she was good for. Pero may isang bagay na hindi niya kayang tanggalin. Sa tuwing nakahiga siya sa piling ng ibang lalaki, sa tuwing susubukan niyang magpakaligaya, ang mukha ng kanyang ex-husband ang lilitaw sa kanyang isipan. It haunted her, stealing every moment of pleasure, making her feel dirty and trapped. She could never truly enjoy intimacy. She was physically there, but her mind and soul were miles away, imprisoned by her past. Until she met Fiyero. They shared an incredible night, a moment of pure passion and release. For Ayla, it was just that-satisfying a need, a temporary fire to keep the cold away. She told herself it meant nothing. Just two people finding comfort in the dark. Pero para kay Fiyero, that night was everything. It was the beginning, not the end. He pursued her with sincerity, wanting more than just her body. He wanted her. Ayla found herself drawn to him, unable to resist the pull. She could easily throw herself at him, surrender to the heat between them, and enjoy the physical bliss she never thought she'd feel again. With him, the ghosts of her past were silent. With him, she felt alive. But the question remains... She can give him her body. She can give him her nights. Pero kaya nga ba niyang ibigay ulit ang kanyang puso?

"..as you can see from the title.. it's our last letter for you..", mom is sobbing as dad said that and he pulls my mom closer to him and kissed her temple, normally I would gag at their affections but this time I couldn't bring myself to do that. ".. we know you had so many questions you want to ask us about.. but time is still time.. we're mortal.. we can't run from it.. like we can't reach the edge of the universe no matter how much speed and power and technology we have today..", he then pauses.

It all started with the woman, named Vera and her dreams. Then, the secrets that lies beyond the beauty of the moon. Come and see, The Woman, The Dreams and The Moon on their full beauty and splendor.

In a world of wars and betrayals, a world of racism and injustice, a world that applies the law of the jungle, a world ruled by force, only the strong write history. Religions and beliefs multiplied, and there were many gods, each sect believes in the god it deems powerful. The strong been worshiped and the weak waits for someone to protect him ,All this has produced for us one belief that has become one of the pillars in all religions. Most religions adopt the idea of ​​the "Savior", which claims in short that the world will remain full of evil and corruption until the appearance of the "Savior" who will fill the earth with justice and equity... Perhaps our problem on this earth is that most people are waiting for someone to come to fix their societies, instead of doing it. This is the story of the man who came from the western land and became the "Savior" only to destroy this belief. The man who thirsts for power reached its highest levels, and there he found the absolute truth behind what is called good and evil. How did he transform from a hero and king looking for justice to a man thirsting for power and revenge, from an innocent man to a man who might stain his fists with the blood of the gods if necessary, from a weak man to a man who rules the heavens and what is below.

War is flaring across the region, down to a common enemy, the Alpha of the Night Shade Pack, on a mission to bring down all other packs. Alpha Jackson and Beta Cayden both lose their mates to the war. Both left in a state of bewilderment and mourning they continue to fight for the freedom of their pack. Alpha Jackson receives a prophecy from an elderly woman on pack telling him of a she-wolf with silver-white eyes that will bring the end of the suffering, that he shall be a part of this... along with others... only for him to dismiss it as senselessness... Evelyn is brought to Mystic Shadow Pack to assist in their battles against this mutual enemy, but in doing so catches the eyes of both the Alpha and the Beta, suddenly bringing meaning back to their lives as the battle against the Night Shade Pack rages on. Evelyn is urgently called back home where the war has returned. Only to witness the death of her newly realized fated mate, crumbling the dreams she had been building for so long. Fleeing she runs into the arms of a rogue... A rogue, but is there more to him? It would appear so... He returns her to The Mystic Shadow Pack only to find the Alpha... and the Beta... and things have changed... Was the prophecy the Alpha received as senseless as he first believed? Or was there some truth to the visions of the old woman?

HER : I had to leave, i had my reasons. Leaving changed me. I had to forget my past, to adapt with my present, to face the future. I suddenly came back, but the problem is...I am different now. HIM : She left, without any reason, she didn't even say goodbye. Losing her changed me. I couldn't forget my past, my present stopped, i can't face the future. She suddenly came back, but the problem is...I am different now. We saw them fight, laugh, shout, cry. We saw them fall in love, we saw them get married and start on with their lives. But one man from her past -suddenly comes back- knocks on her door, enters her life and everything after goes downhill. Secret reveals, dreams get shattered, hearts get crashed, old wounds open again, and new scars start to show. They split apart, they hate , they change. And right now; they're not dead, yet still not alive. And the question stays; Will they ever get their love back, or will it just be the death of them both?

Two men. One team. And a rivalry that burns hotter than ice. Noah Vance thought working as the Vancouver Storm’s physio would be just another job. Until Stefan Kovacs, the new captain, walked in tall, arrogant, and impossible to ignore. Every practice, every game, every accidental touch sparks something Noah isn’t supposed to feel. Stefan doesn’t just play on the ice he plays with hearts, including Noah’s. With exes lurking, jealous teammates, and the high-pressure world of hockey, Noah has to decide: follow the rules… or follow his heart. Falling for the captain was never part of the plan but the ice doesn’t lie.

The Jock: Paris Holmes, also known as Hermes. The most popular boy in all of Wystwood High who everyone hates to love. Pros: is an exceptional basketball player, but one of the top ranking students with excellent grades and a pretty face to top it. His Con? He's a narcissist with homophobic tendencies and seems to think everyone is beneath him. The Nerd: Alex Parker, also known as A. She once was the most popular girl in school when she was a freshman but suddenly stayed away from them, focusing only on her studies and herself. Pros: She knows everything about everyone. Is the go-to girl when you need some help with your assignments. She could also pretend to be your girlfriend if you ask and pay well. Cons: Most of the people who claim to have spoken to her once, seem terrified of talking about her again. The Geek: Marcos Gomez, also known as Eros. The most beautiful femboy in Wystwood and every boy and girls dream, even though he doesn't think he's as pretty as they seem to think. Pros: He's soft as a teddy bear, smells like cookies and is the most obedient puppy you'd ever meet. Is good with computers and you can help find out anything you need. Is the perfect person when you want a makeover. Cons: Too good. ~ One day, Paris Holmes walked in on a session between Marcos and Alex and found himself hooked to the girl, even though she already has a boyfriend. But is affection really genuine? Would Alex, who is proceeding with caution fall for him? Or would Marcos fight for what belongs to him? The three most important figures in Wystwood now playing a game with each other. What could possibly go wrong?

A villain is just a victim whose story hasn't been told… And evil queens are the princesses that were never saved… She had the typical cliché story. The queen bitch in her school ruled over her peers while she dated the quarterback from the football team. A newbie good girl entered the picture and changed everything. After bunch of heartbreaks, stupid pranks, teenage jealousy and stuff, the quarterback fell for the new girl and everyone called it a happy ending. But it wasn't so happy for our girl. Because she wasn’t the good girl. She was the bad one. She was the rich and bitchy queen bee. When high school ended with her boyfriend of more than three years who was now her ex, vowing to keep some other girl happy forever, our girl lost it. So she let life take her wherever it desired. What she didn't know was that such recklessness will lead her directly to the most feared mafia boss of all times! How could she have guessed that going to a popular club with a fake ID and boldly dancing on top of a table will catch the eye of some dangerous people? And how could she have known that it'll also get her into some serious trouble when suddenly, gunshots are being fired all around her? Leaving a young super drunk girl alone in the night after she had witnessed him shooting a dozen of enemies was something the mafia leader couldn't do. That's why he took her with him...

After three miscarriages for Xavier Lowe, I see it—my mother-in-law has three years left, my father-in-law nine years, and my sister-in-law two years. I say nothing. After the third miscarriage, my mother-in-law blames me, calling me a curse who "kills" children. My sister-in-law sneers, saying she almost died in a car crash the year I married Xavier—as if my bad luck dragged her down. My mother-in-law snaps, "She can't even keep a child. It must be because she's cursed!" Xavier just stands there, silent. He doesn't say a single word for me. I know that, deep down, he believes that I bring bad luck. Maybe it's also because he already has someone else—his secretary, Yvette Snyder. His mother has always liked her better, and he clung to her the night I lost my third child. I don't explain because I know the truth will only destroy them faster. On my 28th birthday, I catch a glimpse of my own countdown in the mirror. On that day, I take a leave of absence. I go to the funeral home and pick out an urn—pure white, just like the wedding dress I once wore. Wearing a beautiful floral dress, I text Xavier, asking him to meet me at the lake where we first met ten years ago. I wait from daylight until nightfall as my countdown ticks to zero. I die, and he never shows up.