Falling-out

The day my mother brought her childhood sweetheart back to the villa, my father—who had already quit smoking—stood on the balcony and smoked through the entire night. Back then, his colleagues at the research institute all envied him for having a wife who was a CEO. They said he should have stayed home and enjoyed life—why work so hard outside when all he needed to do was keep a firm grip on the household finances? But my father never agreed. "Those things are all external," he would say. "As long as the feelings are still there, we'll be fine whether we're rich or poor. And if one day she no longer loves me, I'll leave with nothing and walk away alone." He never expected his words to become prophecy. My mother truly did stop loving him. Later, when she appeared before the media, arm in arm with that man, my father didn't look back. He boarded a flight overseas and disappeared from our lives. And as I stared at the photo in my social feed—my fiancée's hand entwined with someone else's—I knew it was time for me to leave too, just like my father had.

Briar is a smart, determined, driven woman who only has one goal in life, finding the ones responsible for taking her brother away from her. This leads her to become a detective who finds herself slowly becoming acquainted with the underworld, a place filled with crime, drugs, sex, and Ciaran O'Reilly, a cold-blooded monster who kills for fun. After their first meeting he warns her to never appear in front of him again, otherwise, he would claim her, after all, she is his mate, the one destined to him, made for him, and the one that he can never hope to have. But fate has other plans for the star-crossed lovers. Plans that continue to bring them together and eventually intertwine them in order to stay alive. Will Briar and Ciaran be able to ignore the bond that they share, or will they risk it all for the thrill of their lust? Read Falling Into Ruin to find out!

I don't inform Hunter Nabb when I'm bitten by a rabid dog in the late stages of my pregnancy. Instead, I call the police. Why? Because he got into an accident when he hurried to me in my past life. It killed his junior. He was depressed for a day but quickly bounced back. He cared for me until I recovered. I thought the rumors of amorosity between him and his junior was just a figment of my imagination. However, the day I gave birth, he locked me in a cage, allowing a rabid dog to attack me and the baby. He looked down at me imperiously, his tone cold and ruthless. "You can trick everyone, but not me. Would a dog have bitten you if you hadn't provoked it? Do you know you killed Willow with your dirty tricks? She was pregnant with my child when she died!" When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to when the rabid dog bites me.

"Jamie, I've decided. I'm ready to join you at Hillridge as your exclusive screenwriter. I'll be there by the end of this month!" Melanie huddled in a quiet corner on the set as she made the call, a pregnancy test report clutched in her hand. She tried to shake off the chill from the freezing weather, but her hands and feet still felt painfully cold. Jamie's voice at the end of the line was a deep and pleasant baritone. "Your talent has long deserved a bigger stage. For eight years, you've turned me down nearly a hundred times for Ken's sake. Are you ready to leave him this time?" "Yes. I'm leaving him for good!" She clenched the pregnancy test report, her lips a bitter smile.

When the zombie apocalypse hit, pets leveled up into guardians. Three per person. That was the cap. My buddy dropped serious cash on three Caucasian Shepherds. My landlord dumped his fish and started raising crocodiles. My girlfriend bolted to the zoo and came back with a lion. Me? I had three strays. Bubba—blind. Missy—lame. Snowy—barely a month old. The second the system locked pet slots, I knew I was screwed. I barricaded myself inside with my three "broken" cats and kept my head down. Day one—fear. Day two—helpless. Day three—the cats strolled back in, tails up, dragging something I didn't recognize. Bubba looked at me. "Dad, I bit off every zombie head on the block. I'm solid, right?" I just stared.

⸻ Falling Between Us An emotional, slow-burn second chance romance Synopsis: Seven years ago, Elena Hart left everything behind—her hometown, her grief, and the boy who held her heart. Determined to chase her dreams in the city, she vanished without goodbye, burying a love so powerful it threatened to consume her. Now, after her estranged father’s death, Elena returns to Newport—a place filled with memories, regrets, and the one man she swore never to face again. Adrian Wolfe never forgot the girl with fire in her eyes and stars in her ambition. When Elena left, she didn’t just break his heart—she took his future with her. For years, he stayed in Newport, building a life from the pieces she left behind. But seeing her again reopens old wounds… and reignites the passion they never truly buried. As they navigate the tension of unspoken words, painful secrets, and the undeniable pull between them, Elena and Adrian must confront the past they tried to outrun. But love isn’t always enough. With a lifetime of hurt between them, will they find a way back—or will they fall apart all over again? A story of longing, forgiveness, and a love that refuses to fade—Falling Between Us is for every heart that has ever dared to hope again. ⸻

After being Conan Stone’s secretary and girlfriend for seven years, he was going to be engaged to someone else. Ninian Springs was dejected. She was going to resign, but he decided to cancel the engagement in public. During the auction, just when everyone thought that Conan was going to propose to Ninian, his crush showed up. When everyone saw that Ninian had the exact same face as Conan’s crush, they began to whisper. At that moment, Ninian finally realized: she was just a replacement.

He straddled me, his hips swirling in slow, maddening circles. His body was right there, pressing into mine, and I couldn’t escape it; I didn’t want to. His hands found mine and guided them to his chest, and when my palms touched his warm skin, I was gone. My pulse was a blur of frantic beats pounding in my ears, drowning out the crowd's cheers and whistles. With his face inches from mine, Alec leaned in. His breath ghosted over my lips, his smile, cocky, knowing, playful, and somehow tender all at once. “You okay there?” he asked with an amused tone, and I opened my mouth, desperate to say something—anything—but nothing came out. My throat was dry, my skin was on fire and my mind was completely blank. All I could do was stare at him, completely mesmerized by how his body moved against mine and that wicked smirk on his lips. Before I knew it, heat pooled low in my belly, spreading downward, and I instinctively clenched my thighs together to stop the throbbing that ignited between my legs, but it was too late as I dampened the soft leather.

Si Hanna Ryeo Gomes ay isang sikat na Fashion Designer kung saan ay pinarangalan siya bilang kauna-unahang Fashion Icon ng bansa na ilang beses manominate sa mga Fashion show, at ang mga gawa niya ay talaga nga namang tumatak at umani ng samot't-saring papuri at karangalan. Kung saan ay nagng malaki rin ang naitutulong nito sa pag taas ng sale at profit sa mga partner company niya. Sa kabila nito ay mas lalong kinilala nuon si Hanna ng mapabalita na ang major sponsor nito ay ang kanyang kaibigan na si KEN LEIGH STANFORD. Ang isang bachelor na Business Tycoon sa bansa na mayroong 100 billion networth. Sya ang ikalawang anak na tagapag mana na nag mamay-ari ng iba't-ibang negosyo sa iba't-ibang bansa. Gayunpaman, sa kabila ng katanyagan at karangyaan ay gagambalain sila ng masakit na nakaraan. Isang katotohanang mag papaguho sa natitira nilang Pag-asa.

After failing a bomb disposal mission, my wife, who's also a bomb disposal expert, gives my shield to her true love. I grab her hand and plead with her not to do it, but she shoves me away. "You're so selfish! You have a system that can revive you—why do you even need the shield? Jeremy is already weak, to begin with. He can't handle any impact and needs two shields to keep him safe!" She doesn't know that the system has only given me two chances to be revived. I used the first chance when she begged me to save Jeremy Sawyer. During a mission last year, I used the second chance to save her from the brink of death. It looks like I'm going to die today.