Eight Dates

Laura is the second daughter of Chief West and the first and only child of Chief West's late first wife. She had lost her mother in a ghastly car accident when she was barely eight months old so her father had to remarry so that she could be well taken care of, as a child. But as Laura came of age, she discovered that life would not be sweet and smooth running for her, with her stepmother and two stepsisters bullying and abusing her all the time especially as her father was always away on business. She continues to endure...until she meets him... Greg Williams is the city's most sought after bachelor. Stunning, rich and influential. He is one that most mothers wished for at their doorposts seeking for their daughter's hand. Greg had seen his share of women and had encountered hundreds of them in his lifetime but he didn't believe in love, never had. To him, sex was the only intimate connection between a man and a woman. But what happens when he meets an angelic beauty that would change his life forever?

Raya is an orphaned young lady who is struggling to make ends meet. Kaan is an introvert and a workaholic but quite a successful businessman, pressured by his family to produce an heir as he is the last in line of old lycan kings still thriving in the modern world. As Kaan's family sets him up with blind dates and not-so-blind ones, which makes him suffer internally, he is finally at his wit's end. By a stroke of luck, he meets Raya again...the girl who, incidentally, he doesn't mind having around because he knows they have something in common. She wishes upon stars, just like he does. Both desperate and in need of help, they agree to benefit from their friendship by being pretend 'mates'. Only, it is very hard to remain friends...when they seem so perfect for each other.

Jake Joe was a cop before he started the job of a bodyguard, he handled so many jobs and most of the time he loses his job because of his arrogant way of life. His boss Alexander, an agency who hires out bodyguards to people who need protection never gave him full details about the new job he gave to him. He took the new job because his boss Alexander told him that he will get paid triple times than his normal pay. Jake wasn't aware that it was a job to guard a blind beauty damsel Anastasia. Anastasia is a young lady who was beautiful, she hated bodyguard's because she was raped by one. She thought Jake would be like others but later on she fell in love with him and wished she could see him one day. She has been blind for eight years. She became blind because she was involved in a fatal accident that led to the death of her mom, Mr. Bruce's wife. Both of them loved each other. But their major threat was Ronald, the man who tried to kill Anastasia. When Mr. Bruce found out what was happening between his daughter and Jake, he got Jake fired and that became the worst mistake he made because the person protecting his daughter from Ronald is now gone. Anastasia was depressed and never looked at the man called Xander whom her father wanted her to get married to. After a while Jake took up a decision to protect Anastasia no matter what. Few years past, Anastasia's father found a doctor who was capable of restoring his daughter's eyes through surgery. She flew from California to Indian for the surgery, after the surgery Anastasia was able to see again. They got married at last

After being reborn, I'm taken back to the day I confessed my love for my childhood friend. In my past life, I had to plead and beg before he begrudgingly agreed to marry me. "You look pathetic when you beg me for anything, Annabelle." That was what Hayden Gulman always said to me. He was so cold to me that he even canceled the part where we read our vows to each other during the wedding. When I was eight months pregnant, he took a photo of my belly covered in stretch marks. Then, he complained to his true love about the unhappiness he faced after marrying me. When I went into a difficult labor due to my agitation, he and his true love were on vacation. At that moment, my heart finally died. It turned out my one-woman show couldn't be considered love at all. Now that I've been reborn, I smile when I see the disdainful look in his eyes. I say, "We have nothing to do with each other from this moment on. I only wish to be happy."

For the last eight years, Estelle has lived as a rogue and has adapted to the cruel life of the woods, surviving the harsh environments all on her own and having to always run from packs and other rogue wolves, it wasn't really easy because she's a female. She's among the very few female rogue wolves that roamed the woods and she was lucky with survival because she has a strong wolf trait because her father was a beta second in command to their pack's Alpha. She came from a little peaceful pack, but their peace was soiled and their little happy family was ruined by another pack who attacked them. Estelle was lucky to be among the few to escape and has gone rogue since then with revenge rooted in her heart. Mica is the ruling Alpha of his pack, Nightfall pack. He's rumoured to be heartless and one of the most powerful Alphas, also the Alpha that hates Rogues the most, Almost every pack hates Rogue but his hate for them had no match. What happens when Estelle is chased into Nightfall territory and she's being arrested for trespassing but ends up being the mate to their Alpha, also finding out that Nightfall pack was the pack that brought doom on her pack? And finds some of her pack family captured as slaves by her Alpha mate? As Estelle grapples with her inexorable feeling for her Alpha mate and the truth about her past, she's faced with an impossible choice. Can she really ignore her feelings for her mate and Instead choose to revenge her pack family? Can love truly over the hatred they have for each other or will it lead to heartbreak and regret?.

"You don't simply stop playing a game. Especially when it's mine; you either win. Or loose." Vasili had told her this eight years ago, and eight years later she'd said, "Wrong. Allow me to introduce you to the word 'draw'." *** Emily Moralez was certain the universe was determined to screw her over. She's been caught in a crossfire between two rivaling syndicates, her father's made arrangements for her to get married to a don twice her age--despite knowing she has a boyfriend. And said boyfriend cheated on her the day before their engagement. And it gets worse. Vasili Romanov. The name was feared, revered, respected: hated. Emily knew where she fell. In the percentage that hated him. Vasili Romanov was back for her family. Back to destroy it, her, and everything she held dear with a vengeance that burned as hot as the passion he ignited in her.

Wendy staggered forward at the hospital entrance. She held the Seventy Thousand Dollars she had received for selling her kidney. Her pale face carried a satisfied smile. That was enough to cure Lucas. She thought it was worthy to sell off her kidney for his life. She ignored her post-surgery weakness, and stumbled all the way to the hospital ward. Her heart ached even more as she looked at the frail man lying in bed. "Lucas, your lowly girlfriend is not around. Why put on a show?" "Shut up! I'm perfecting my acting. How else could I fool her?" A familiar, teasing voice came from inside. Wendy's hand froze on the door handle. What did he mean... by fooling her? Laughter and exclamations erupted from the room. "You're smart, Lucas! A fake medical report was all it took to make that woman believe you had cancer!" "I heard she handed over all her savings; all she had was only Eight Thousand Dollars!" "Eight Thousand Dollars? Lucas could simply spend more than that on a single bottle of liquor at the bar. Her money is worthless, yet she actually offers it."

Foolish innocence and wicked deceit took her from the man she loved. Orphaned at the tender age of eight years, Elizabeth is raised as a ward in the loveless home of her uncle. Stuck on the desire for freedom from oppression and unfamiliar with the concept of love, she flees from her husband of an arranged marriage with the assistance of an old family friend. Sadly this friend was no match for the perils that awaited in the new world. To add to her misery, she realizes that she loved the man she'd married and just didn't recognize that love.

I'm eight months pregnant when I suddenly faint on the train. My husband panics and cries for help as he kneels beside me. An interning doctor hurries to me. She doesn't bother checking my condition before saying, "The patient needs to undergo a C-section! We have to get the baby out now, or it might die of suffocation!" Then, she slices me open with a fruit knife—she doesn't take any precautionary measures before doing so. She takes my child out. I'm in so much pain that I don't even have the strength to scream. My blood flows everywhere. Yet, a photo of her holding my baby while standing in a pool of blood goes viral. People call her the prettiest doctor alive. My husband and his family are eternally grateful to her. They don't go after her for causing my death; they even make her my child's godmother! Meanwhile, I'm given a simple cremation. No one cares about me. After my death, all my assets go to my husband and his family. Only then do I hear my husband and the doctor talking to each other, sounding smug. "This plan killed two birds with one stone. We got rid of that woman and made ourselves out to be heroes!" That's when I learn the interning doctor is my husband's junior from high school. They got together when he accompanied me to my prenatal checkups! She failed her internship, so my husband came up with this idea—he wanted to use my death to boost her reputation and help her! Even my child eventually died under their "care". When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day we get on the train.

After eight years of marriage, my husband ignored my protests and brought his so-called cancer-stricken first love into our home. “You heartless woman! You don’t have an ounce of compassion! You’re not even worth a single strand of Luna’s hair!” Even my son chimed in, shouting that if I didn’t let Luna Miller in, he wouldn’t acknowledge me as his mother. That was it. I was done. I divorced him and accepted an invitation to return to the design world—back to the top where I belonged. But then they saw the forged cancer diagnosis. And suddenly, the tears came. “Baby, I was tricked! It was always you—I’ve only ever loved you!” “Mom, don’t leave me! I’m your only child!” I didn’t even look at them. Who let these crazy dogs in? They’re in my way—I’ve got an award to accept.