Echoed In Tagalog

In the middle of a lively night, can you guess what's about to come? In the middle of the busy street, do you realize there is something in the dump? Shane Hoseinzade was peacefully sleeping on the floor when three conservative, loud knocks echoed inside. Would he open the door? On the other side, someone wearing a black cloak and holding a giant scythe is standing on the doorstep. With head bowed down, a pair of mismatched eyes glowed while staring at the door. Patiently waiting for the target to open the door. If you hear three violent knocks on your door at exactly midnight, would you dare to open the door? But what if those violent knocks are the knocks of the person you promised to marry in the future? Death? A grim reaper? A demon? Whoever it is, are you ready to face your fears?

"Are you a spy?!?" he asked, his voice echoed throughout the room. Jennifer couldn’t answer his question. She didn’t know how he managed to know she was a spy, although she covered her tracks properly. Scott Garcia is a renowned artist who owns a successful art company called Garcia Artistic Empire. He is a perfectionist, and he is constantly busy trying to expand his company and has a lot of rivals in the field. Jennifer Morris, a spy disguised as an intern, came into his life. She was on a mission to undermine his company. When her internship was done, why couldn't Scott accept the fact that she wanted to leave? Will he find out that she is a spy? Read to find out.

A human. My mate? No. That wasn't right. Humans were weak. They were servants at best—slaves at worst. They didn't belong with us. They weren't made for love. I turned suddenly and slammed my fist into the stone wall beside me. The sharp crack of bone against stone echoed through the room. The boy had been dragged away, out of my sight, and I still felt the burn of his presence in my chest. My claws had already pushed out, sharp and uncontrollable. My eyes burned, the edges of my vision tinted red. The beast within me was on the edge of taking over. "He's nothing!" I roared to no one in particular. "He can't be my mate!"

Madeline Sanders had always been aware that her marriage to Trevon Gibson was merely a contract. When his first love breezed back into town, Trevon wasted no time in asking for a divorce. Clutching the results of her pregnancy test, Madeline was at a loss for words. She was stripped of everything and left to fend for herself. She decided to start anew as an artist and a single mom. However, Trevon couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He inexplicably suffered pregnancy symptoms. Madeline's morning sickness became his, her cravings for pickles turned into his own, and her labor pains echoed through his body. Afterward, Madeline declared, "The baby will carry the name Sanders!" There stood Trevon, juggling a bottle and a diaper, "Sanders it is! Darling, when do you say I join the Sanders crew?"

Betrayed. Beaten. Bought. Allison thought she found freedom in her boyfriend, Elliot, who promised to help her escape from her abusive father and grandmother, but instead, he delivered her straight to a black market auction. Now, she was left bleeding on the stage, grieving the brutal loss of her unborn child. She was seconds from death when a voice echoed through the hall: “I’LL BUY HER.” The buyer is Lazar, a Lycan Alpha who paid a fortune not for a slave, but for his mate. In order to avenge the injustice and cruelty that has been done to Allison, he delivers savage justice to her abusers and offers her absolute protection in his Pack. Allison's fight just began because now, she is caught between the Alpha’s possessive love and the hatred of a Pack that wants her dead.

When Isla’s family is wiped out overnight, she runs to the first person she thinks of; Lorenzo Russo. He takes her in with promises to keep her safe, but when she overhears him admitting to killing her family, her world is shattered a second time. Will she run from him or stay to take her much needed revenge? Or is her version of the truth flawed? ~•~ “Did you…” I met his gaze. “Did you kill… my family?” “Yes,” his voice echoed in the quiet space. “It was necessary.” His voice was cold, his eyes still locked on mine. He didn’t care that I found out. He didn’t see me as a threat. I reeled back in shock, not expecting him to answer me so honestly. Then I exploded.

"As you leave, could you do me a favour and grab those flowers you left in my room?" He sneered, but I refused to comply. Never again would I venture into that room. I was utterly shattered and wrecked. It would have been preferable if we had never met. They were lost in each other, oblivious to my presence, and their moans echoed in my mind like a taunting reminder of what I had lost. The urge to faint or disappear was overwhelming, and I wished more than anything that it was all just a bad dream. At this moment, I deeply regretted my decision to surprise him with a visit. Little did I know that the man I loved and had given my whole heart to was already entangled with another woman. The shock of this realization cut into my soul like a knife.

In the eighth year of our secret office marriage, Marvin lit up every LED screen in Ocean City, just to make his little assistant smile. Amidst the well-wishes from everyone, the assistant cheerfully handed out gifts to the entire office. I casually tossed my gift into the trash. The assistant immediately ran to Marvin's office, tears streaming down her face, to report me. Moments later, Marvin, furious, suspended me from my position. As I walked out of the company building, Marvin's voice echoed from the loudspeakers on the top floor. "Celebrating Wendy's successful completion of her work, the gift is ready!" Wendy—was the assistant's name. As I watched the crowd rush past me, I calmly cut all ties with Marvin. This hidden marriage had come to an end.

“I want a divorce, Elodie, and you have just 30 days to respond to the petition. If not, it will be granted automatically.” His words echoed like it's the easiest thing to say. And just like that, Elodie’s world shatters. Five years later, she rebuilds her life but fate strikes again when her son is nearly killed in a tragic accident by Travis Milton, a billionaire CEO. Haunted by what could’ve been, Travis covers the hospital bills and brings Elodie and her son into his home. What begins as a gesture of responsibility slowly turns into something deeper, and passion ignites. But the walls between them crumble, and long-buried secrets resurface, truths that could ruin everything. Will Elodie risk her heart again for a man she barely knows? Or walk away to protect the only thing that matters…her son?

"Say something" he whispered. "..." I opened my shaky mouth to speak but nothing came out of it. I watched as he moved closer to me, closed his eyes and sniffed my scent. My heart palpitated as I saw him gulp down nothing. With him a few inches from me, he raised my chin, making sure that I was staring right back at him. "I love your scent" he confessed. His gruff and domineering voice echoed in my ears like a lullaby that made my knees weak. "Let's strike a deal Olivia" he paused and lightly ran his hand through my hair. "What do you say about becoming my mistress? In return, I will take you away from your misery" Alpha Damon arbitrated.