Faraway Land

Ruling his land with all his heart, he did no wrong but ended up falling his reign for a sin he never did. "Your Majesty, Do you have any last words for your people?" Being humiliated like a criminal who purged innocents, do he really deserve to recieve such disgrace? “Your homeland whom you loved… your people whom you cherished… your knights and warriors whom you sharpened… such a great present to receive…” Not a curse to bless upon them who have wronged him, not a words begging for his life, on his last breathe, the king accepted his fate. 'I have gave them what I can give. What kind of a ruler am I if I would hurt those whom I serve?' With the hands of his own child, the prince of the kingdom, his life ended in a flash. The last thing he can hear was the shouting of people, celebrating as if it was something to look forward. As he saw such sight… his eyes lit no light of hope… Huff huff huff “Good thing you are finally awake, hurry up before the others empty the bins” “Where… am I?“

Selena Collins leads an unremarkable life or so she believes. As an overworked and underpaid secretary at Vermillion Cyberspace, she’s long accepted the monotony of her days and the brooding presence of her enigmatic boss, Theo van Gogh. But everything changes the moment she collapses from exhaustion and hits her head on his desk. Upon waking up in the hospital, she begins seeing things that shouldn’t exist... ghosts, demons, angels, and creatures that seem far too aware of her presence. Then comes the impossible. Theo visits her with a revelation that completely made her brain reboot. Theo isn’t just her boss now. He’s her familiar. And Selena—confused, concussed, and utterly unprepared—is the next chosen successor of a forgotten land god. Theo bows 90 degrees, coldly defiant. "I do not acknowledge you as my master. So if you die in the process of completing your missions, it would bring me joy." Now thrust into a world where mythology bleeds into modernity and ancient contracts awaken from dormancy, Selena must uncover why she was chosen and survive long enough to earn her own name in a realm that remembers everything.

Abigail Kinsington has lived a shelter life, stuck under the thumb of her domineering and abusive father. When his shady business dealings land him in trouble, some employees seeking retribution kidnap her as a punishment for her father. But while being held captive, she begins to fall for one of her captors, a misunderstood guy who found himself in over his head after going along with the crazy scheme of a co-worker. She falls head over heels for him. When she is rescued, she is sent back to her father and he is sent to jail. She thinks she has found a friend in a sympathetic police officer, who understands her. But when he tries turns on her, she wonders how real their connection is? Trapped in a dangerous love triangle between her kidnapper and her rescuer, Abby is more confused than she has ever been. Will she get out from under her father's tyrannical rule? Will she get to be with the man she loves? Does she even know which one that is? Danger, deception and dark obsession turn her dull life into a high stakes game of cat and mouse. Will she survive?

“You know the truth, Cath,” Wren whispered. “You’re my girl. You’ve always been my girl.” Catherine Thomas knew West Thorne and his younger brother, Wren, better than anyone. Since she grew up in the house next door, the three of them were inseparable in their youths. All that changed when the dating years came. Catherine always harbored strong feelings for Wren; even after he claimed he didn’t feel the same at their high school graduation. Fast forward four years and their friendship grew into an unbreakable bond. Catherine has been dating Wren’s brother West for a year. On the night West pops the question in front of everyone, her eyes land on Wren. Hidden tension passes between them. Wren turns and walks away…and Catherine says yes. As the big day approaches, Wren and Catherine are thrown into a whirlwind of emotions while planning the wedding. Unable to resist their connection any longer, they find themselves locked in an illicit affair. As the lies and secrets from everyone, including West, come to light, there are only two questions to be asked: Will she marry West? Or will Wren finally accept his feelings for Catherine?

Para sa bilyonaryong siyentista na si Julian Santiago, ang pinakadakilang yaman ay hindi matatagpuan sa isang vault—nasa puso ito ng Palawan rainforest. His singular obsession is a rare medicinal plant that could save his family from a genetic curse. But to secure his legacy and a crucial alliance, Julian is forced into an arranged marriage with Dr. Leona Reyes, a fierce environmentalista who sees his corporate wealth as a threat to the land she's sworn to protect. Their initial clash becomes more complicated when they uncover a far more dangerous conspiracy. Hindi lang simpleng illegal logging ang ginagawa ng mga kalaban; they are digging for something ancient and powerful, a secret buried deep beneath the earth. Forced into an uneasy alliance, Julian and Leona must navigate a jungle of deceit, fighting a new and ruthless enemy who will stop at nothing to claim their hidden discovery. As they race to uncover a truth that could change the world, kailangan nilang matutong magtiwala sa isa’t isa not just to survive, but to forge a true partnership. But how can two people from different worlds find common ground when a terrifying new obsession is about to be unearthed, threatening to consume them both?

They took her inheritance, her dignity, and her fated mate. They should have taken her life while they had the chance. In the Silver Crest Pack, Elora is a ghost—a "disaster child" forced to serve the very family that eclipsed her light. For years, she endured the systematic theft of her life by her sister, Bella. From her mother’s heirloom ring to the dress she slaved to buy for the Scarlet Ball, Elora gave it all up because she was told she was "nothing." But the final blow is the deadliest: finding her fated Alpha mate in the arms of her sister on the eve of their ascension. Driven into the freezing wilderness, Elora doesn't die. Instead, she awakens a bloodline so ancient it was thought to be a myth. As the Primordial White Wolf, she possesses the power to "deprive"—to strip the land of its fertility and the unworthy of their strength. She isn't alone in the shadows. Waiting for her are three "Shadow Betas"—lethal, rejected outcasts who were once the pack’s foot soldiers. Bound to her by a bond stronger than fate, they are the blades she will use to dismantle the Silver Crest Pack piece by piece. Elora is no longer the forgotten princess. She is the Queen of the Outcasts, and she is coming back to reclaim everything that was stolen.

She was born of two worlds… and belonged to none. Wolfless and rejected by her own kind, Freya, the hybrid daughter of a witch and a wolf, was sold by her father to the most feared Alpha in the land—Alpha Logan of the Northridge Pack. Her only purpose? To bear his heir and strengthen his bloodline. But love was never part of the deal. Torn between his lingering feelings for his first love, Lucia, and the bond he cannot deny with Freya, Alpha Logan spirals—cold, cruel, and indifferent. And when tragedy strikes and Freya loses the baby, his words cut deeper than any blade: “You’re just a breeder.” Shattered and betrayed, Freya flees to the human world with the help of a mysterious ally. There, she finds peace… and perhaps a new beginning in Daniel, a kind stranger who sees her as more than just a tool. But fate isn’t done with her yet. A prophecy looms. A war brews. And when Logan’s brother returns to claim the throne, only Freya—his true mate and the key to his power—can save his legacy. But will she ever come back to the mate who broke her heart… or choose a new path, and a new love, forever?

She was born of two worlds… and belonged to none. Wolfless and rejected by her own kind, Freya, the hybrid daughter of a witch and a wolf, was sold by her father to the most feared Alpha in the land—Logan of the Northridge Pack. Her only purpose? To bear his heir and strengthen his bloodline. But love was never part of the deal. Torn between his lingering feelings for his first love, Lucia, and the bond he cannot deny with Freya, Alpha Logan spirals—cold, cruel, and indifferent. And when tragedy strikes and Freya loses the baby, his words cut deeper than any blade: “You’re just a breeder.” Shattered and betrayed, Freya flees to the human world with the help of a mysterious ally. There, she finds peace… and perhaps a new beginning in Daniel, a kind stranger who sees her as more than just a tool. But fate isn’t done with her yet. A prophecy looms. A war brews. And when Logan’s brother returns to claim the throne, only Freya—his true mate and the key to his power—can save his legacy. But will she ever come back to the mate who broke her heart… or choose a new path, and a new love, forever?

A slave. A wolf. A woman. Annalise was all those things, born into the service of a warlock, just as her parents were before her, her choices never fully her own. The full moon was her only freedom, the only night see could leave her masters land and run free through the woods, though it never lasted, the next morning she would have no choice but to return. If she didn’t, he would find her, he always did; the crimson collar around her neck could track her every movement, find her wherever she went. From this life, there would be no escape. But one full moon when she ventured too deep into the woods, everything she knew would change, everything she had been taught would turn into bitter lies. Her life would change so fast, it would leave her mind, and her wolf spinning. An alpha. Destiny. Purpose. These would be the new words that fuelled her existence, and her life would finally become whole, she would find her place, free herself from the tyrant who had bought her. She would be free. Or so she thought...

On the tenth day of my postpartum recovery, my husband, Deputy Commander Harvey Wyatt, uploads a photo of me breastfeeding my newborn in a disheveled state to the department's group chat. Obviously, that photo was taken without my knowledge. "See? After having a kid, she's as loose as a sack. It makes me sick just looking at her. I much prefer my side piece, who's nice and tight." A few female colleagues send sweating emojis to the group. The majority of the chat, however, consists of the male colleagues' perverse silence. While I continue to burp my baby with one hand, my tears land on the screen. In order to give birth to this baby, my pelvic bone was sawn in half, which causes me so much pain that I can't even walk properly. But all I get in return is my own husband body-shaming me in front of hundreds of people. I don't bother arguing with Harvey at all. Half an hour later, I drag my broken body all the way to the commander's office with a divorce agreement as well as the chat history over the past ten days, which has been printed out, in my hands.