Novel & Cerita Family Death

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?

Damien had been stuck in a night from five years ago when he had a night with a random lady. For some reasons, he couldn't get her off his mind and vowed to find her. But that would be hard. With only her face in his memory and no name, how would he find her? As coincidences, fate, destiny, and a certain connection pull them, with each passing moment, closer to each other, they realize that they had been right under each other's noses all along. "Do, you really think.it was just a night stand?" The older woman asked and the two youngsters were thrown into instant confusion. Eleanor was sure that the only reason she went to the bar was because she was angry and needed a place to vent it out. And to her greatest knowledge, no one forced her to it. Damien too. He was at the Castle of Wine because he needed a quiet place... away from work. So... What was it...? ***** And, when they find out that it wasn't just a nightstand they shared, but infact, had a lot of things in common apart from the kids, only then would they realize... The journey just begun…

At the entrance of the airport, as I watch my best friend, Jenna Bryant, taking the initiative to accept a passerby's request to help bring a USB drive back to the country, I know that she's gotten reborn as well. In my previous life, the passerby had sought us out and requested us to bring the USB drive with us to the country we were flying to. "Once you get off the plane, someone will meet up with you. Don't worry, we'll make sure to reward you for your help. "When we're sure that the USB drive has made it to the safe hands without a hitch, I'll give you a monetary reward." The passerby looked very anxious, not to mention there was money being promised as a reward. It was only natural for Jenna to feel very tempted to accept the request. But I quickly shook my head and turned him down. Then, I whisked Jenna through the security customs and made sure to explain the danger of such requests to her. What I didn't know was that the USB drive belonged to the richest man in the city, and that the one who helped deliver the USB drive would receive tens of millions of dollars as a reward. After finding out about the news, Jenna was enraged. She rushed to my house and stabbed me immediately with a blade. "If it wasn't for you, I'd be the one receiving that reward!" I could only look at my husband, Ricky Manning, in hopes that he'd save me. But he merely replied mockingly, "You lost our ten-million-dollar reward, Valerie! Death is just an easy way out for you!" After I died, Jenna moved into my house and lived a romantic life with Ricky. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day that passerby has stopped me and Jenna. I just chuckle as I look at how greedy Jenna is. What she doesn't know is that this is actually a deadly USB drive.

Hindi dapat magkaroon ng anak ang isang De Silva sa isang maid. But six years ago, Atlas De Silva broke the one rule Pride Estate protected the most. He loved Elnora Velasco in secret. Ngunit nang malaman ng pamilya De Silva na buntis siya, pinalayas si Elnora, pinaratangan ng pagnanakaw, at pinaniwalang tumakas kapalit ng pera. Si Atlas naman ay pinakasal sa babaeng pinili ng pamilya niya para protektahan ang pangalan ng Pride Estate. Anim na taong lumaban mag-isa si Elnora para sa anak niyang si Luna Hope. Hanggang sa lihim na sumali si Luna sa Family Wish Contest ng Pride Estate. Hindi alam ni Elnora na napili ang anak niya bilang grand winner. At hindi niya alam na ang mismong magbabasa ng winning wish sa live event ay si Atlas De Silva. Sa harap ng buong La Isla Tentación, binuksan ni Atlas ang sobre habang nakangiti ang asawa niya sa tabi. He read the child’s wish. (I wish my daddy would remember Mommy.) He saw the attached photo. Isang lumang larawan niya. May sulat sa likod. (Mommy said this is the man who loved her, but not enough to fight for her.) Sa gitna ng entablado, lumapit si Luna Hope. “Are you my daddy?” Namutla ang asawa ni Atlas. Elnora rushed forward and pulled Luna into her arms. “Huwag mo siyang tawaging Daddy.” At sa unang pagkakataon matapos ang anim na taon, nakita muli ni Atlas ang babaeng minsan niyang minahal. “Elnora… is she mine?” Hindi siya sinagot ni Elnora. Tinalikuran niya ito, bitbit ang anak nila. Bago pa siya makalabas ng ballroom, nagsalita si Atlas. “Run if you want, Elnora. But I’m not the same man who let you disappear. This time, I’m coming after you.”

Catalina made one wish, a wish to bring her parents back. Death answered in form of the Reaper. William El Sega, the Reaper, agrees to grant it for a price. Tied down by his rules, Catalina must let him stay by her side at all times while she fulfills his impossible demand. Catalina doesn't like William and William thinks she is annoying. They barely survive each other everyday but somewhere in the chaos, Catalina falls in love with him. That's when everything starts to fall apart. The people she trusted with her life, turns against her. The wish she wants so badly will cost her losing William too. Now Catalina must choose: get her parents back… or keep the man she was never supposed to love.

Is it possible to fall in love when you don't know what love is? Turns out it is. Chiara had no idea what love meant, she could not comprehend complex emotions. She had lived her life based on logic and certain principles, until he comes in and the sensible way no longer seem right. Murder came easy to her, it was like breathing, yet she could not kill him. For the first time ever, she could feel and it was all because of him. Feeling was something unexpected and strange, it was something she could not control, yet she wanted it. Nothing would make her give up the feeling, not even him. She was everything he despised, covered up in an alluring beauty. Death surrounded her, it lurked around her and so did he. He ought to stay away from her because she was a psychopath, but he could not. There was something about her that attracted him, pulled him in when he should have been repulsed. He hated her with about the same amount of passion that he loved her. Everything about her made him crazy, but he was ready to be crazy for her.

After the Ritualist declared that Amber would not live past 18, I, a perfectly healthy girl, became the Misfortune Vessel. When Amber broke a leg, my left leg was crippled. When Amber tried to kill herself with shards of glass, the tendons in my hand were severed. I could no longer hold a pen. From childhood to the present, every wound meant for Amber landed on my body. She never stopped testing how far she could go. Skydiving from two miles up. Chasing sharks in deep water. Survival expeditions to the extreme North. Every choice courted death. I cried. I screamed that it hurt. My brothers refused to allow it. "Enough already. It's just a small injury. How could it hurt that much? You're too delicate." "If it hurts, then endure it." So I endured until the day I turned 18. That was when the Shared-Sense System found me. I enabled family sharing, and every single one of them went insane.

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.

I used to be the most promising composer of my generation. But while I was working on my latest piece, my husband Charles Lambert's childhood friend destroyed everything I had. She slashed my face, stole my compositions, and set fire to my house—leaving me to burn alive alongside the kitten I'd just adopted. Then, as if my death were just a spark for her success, she posted my compositions online, claiming I'd plagiarized her. And people believed her. Everyone did. Strangers on the internet sneered and spat my name, and my own husband, Charles, chose to believe her over me. Even the International Musical Society rescinded my award and handed it to her without a second thought. My students, who once followed me loyally, were now fawning over her. I became the laughingstock of the entire internet—mocked, discredited, erased. It wasn't until a week later, when someone stumbled upon the charred remains of my lakeside studio, that they found what was left of me.

My sister and I are twins, and we both have kidney failure. After a long wait, we finally find two matching kidneys. The doctor is prepared to transplant one for me and one for her. However, she breaks down in tears in my fiancé's arms—she wants both kidneys for herself. When I object, my fiancé locks me up at home. He has my sister undergo surgery to have both kidneys transplanted. "You haven't been sick for as long as your sister has. She just wants to live like a normal person—how can you be so selfish? Can't you wait for the next matching kidney?" He doesn't know that I can't wait any longer, though. I'm going to die soon.