Father Elijah: An Apocalypse

Poppy died from exhaustion at work, lying helplessly on her cold desk. She died a virgin who had never been with a man, leaving behind many regrets, and because of those regrets, she was given a second chance. When Poppy opened her eyes again, she found that she had transmigrated to another world. She was overjoyed and intended to find a handsome man in this new world. However, all of Poppy's hopes were shattered when she realized that this world was in the midst of an Apocalypse! [Welcome to the Virgin Survival Guide System!] [To survive in this frozen world, the Host must seek warmth from the affection of others. If the Warmth Meter reaches zero, the Host will die.] Poppy was stunned, not only did she have to survive in the middle of a frozen world, but now her life was also in danger!

Si Althea Cruz ay isang dancer sa sikat na club na Elysium, kung saan siya ay laging naka-mask para itago ang kanyang pagkakakilanlan. Isang gabi, nakilala niya ang misteryosong may-ari ng club, si Damian Villanueva… isang mayaman, dominante, at mapanuksong lalaki. Nagkaroon sila ng kakaibang koneksyon hanggang sa inalok siya ni Damian ng isang kasunduan: maging mistress niya sa loob ng dalawang taon, kapalit ng malaking halaga na pera at iba pa. Dahil sa pagkakaospital ng kanyang ina at sa kakulangan ng pera para sa gamutan, napilitan si Althea na pumirma sa kontrata, kahit alam niyang maaaring magbago ang buhay niya mula noon. Ang hindi niya alam, si Damian ay ama ng boyfriend niyang si Ethan… ang lalaking tunay niyang minamahal. Habang lumilipas ang mga buwan sa piling ni Damian, unti-unti niyang natutuklasan ang mga lihim sa likod ng pamilya Villanueva… at ang mas nakakatakot pa, nahuhulog na rin siya sa lalaking dapat ay kinamumuhian niya. Ngayon, nahati ang puso ni Althea sa pagitan ng lalaking una niyang minahal at ng lalaking hindi niya kayang iwan, kahit alam niyang mali. Hanggang saan ang kaya niyang tiisin alang-alang sa kontrata, sa pamilya, at sa pusong unti-unting nabubuwag sa bawal na pag-ibig?

I've wanted him for as long as I can remember. My father's best friend. Forbidden. Untouchable. But that only makes me want him more."Sorcha has spent years longing for Karios—the man who commands every room but refuses to see her.She’s not a child anymore. And when her father leaves her in Karios’s care, it’s the chance she’s been waiting for.”But what she doesn't know is that Karios isn’t as unaffected as he seems.Alone in his house, she’s determined to make him see her. Want her. Lose control.” And once he gives in… there’s no turning back.”

When the heatwave apocalypse hits the Earth, the ozone layer has completely dissipated, forcing mankind to move into the underground city. My husband, Rhett Calloway, and I get to stay on Level Two, seeing as we've funded the construction of the underground city. On day in the third year of the heatwave apocalypse, Rhett brings back a sickly young woman from the slums located on Level Three out of the blue. "Nora, the living conditions on Level Three are very difficult. Anna is in poor health. I can't just sit by and watch her suffer." After that, Rhett carries Anna Archer into our home. I keep my gaze lowered as I remind him, "Don't forget that there's a strict population count on Level Two. The available slots in every family are fixed." "I know that. That's why you need to head down to the slums on Level Three to replace Anna for the time being. Once she recovers from her illness, I'll bring you home." The moment I hear Rhett's response, I remain rooted to the spot for a long time. After walking out the front door, I do my best to suppress the quiver in my tone as I call a number that belongs to Level One. "I've already thought it through. I've decided to join the project to end the apocalypse on Level One."

" I would give everything so we are together, even I was just some lowly offspring, but then my heart was shattered but I was given a second chance to make things right and this time, he would bow at my feet, with the help of him, his most trusted ". Giselle, the lowly maid for the Lycan's realm discovered the crown prince of the werewolf realm was her fated mate. She wanted to deny the bond at first but then Xavier, the prince ended up convincing her to be his, promising to let the world know she belonged to him, but only to break this promise and shatter her heart. Giselle discovered she was pregnant and went to lay this to him but then he gave her the option of of abortion, rejecting her in the process and deciding to get married to his betrothed which Giselle never knew he had, the bethrothed who turned out to be her best friend, who is the crown princess from the witches' realm. Together with Xavier, they killed her to get rid of her and the baby, since Giselle went to relay to Xavier's father, the Alpha king she was pregnant. Pained and heartbroken, pleaded to the moon goddess for a second chance so she could be reborn and have her revenge. And her request was granted, but in a completely different way and she never expected him, the closest to her enemy to be the one to save her from all impending dangers that awaited her in this new destiny of hers, but what if this was a new destiny, but a repetition of timelines?

“Sandra why did you wear that slutty cloth to the nightclub?” He asked her, anger flicking in his eyes.“You are a naughty girl,” he murmured, before circling her and stopping suddenly to bite her hard on her ears.“That’s for showing what’s mine out!” Prof Tyler murmured before his right hands moved down to her fat ass and spanked her hard.“Argggggh,” Sandra screamed.“You get treated like a slut if you act like one,” Prof Tyler said while his big hands continued smacking the shit out of her ass.“I’m... so...sorrry.. daddy,” Sandra whimpered. Immediately after she murmured those words Tyler eyes zeroed in on her lips before he claimed her lips voraciously.“This is mine,” He screamed while holding on tight to her ass. “And I don’t want you showing other riff raffs what belongs to me!” He snapped. Will their love story endure the weight of their hidden secrets, or will the revelations lead to its downfall? Dive into this gripping tale as Sandra faces the difficult task of confessing her relationship with her best friend's father. In the midst of this revelation, a surprising twist unfolds when Sandra discovers that Professor Tyler is a werewolf.

“I’m going to make her mine,” Xander declared. “You are going to marry my wife, father?” “Your ex-wife,” Xander corrected. “She’s no longer your wife, Thayer. You just divorced her, remember?” he added, stepping closer to me on the bed. Thayer cheated on me the same day I found out I was pregnant for him. He divorced me cruelly and called me a mistake, fat, and dirty. However, in reaction to the betrayal, I found myself falling deeply in love with my father in-law and he in return fell for me too. His love ignited a forbidden passion in me and I was ready to sin with him. But my ex-husband suddenly realized what he had lost and wants me back. He is willing to go any lengths, even to kill to kill his own father just to win my heart again. But my heart now belongs to another-his father. My father in-law belongs to me, not to his ex-wife either!

Lola thought divorce meant freedom. In the mafia world, it meant death. Until Ocean, her cruel ex-husband's father, offered her an impossible choice: marry him or die. It was supposed to be protection. A cold arrangement. Nothing more. But the ruthless Capo who saved her life ignited something dangerous. Forbidden. All-consuming. Now she's pregnant, caught between the man she loves and the enemy who wants her destroyed. Because Ocean has secrets buried in blood. And when the past collides with the present, their love might not be enough to survive the war coming for them both. Some marriages are born from duty. Theirs will be made in fire.

On Christmas Eve, my uncle, Garrett Wayne, takes a sip from the fancy whiskey I bought. Then, he points at me while grinning. "Well well well… I've been watching you since you were a kid, Flint. You were a bed-wetter when you were a little boy, and now that you're all grown up, you stay cooped in your parents' shop while running that social media account of yours. You don't have any skills at all. "My Ronnie, on the other hand, has an amazing job that will continue paying him and keeping him around no matter how hard times get. Small businesses like your family's will definitely crumble as soon as the tiniest change happens in the global economy!" All of my relatives roar in laughter at Garrett's quip. My cousin, Ronnie Wayne, pretends to be playing on his phone, though his grin has already become ear-splitting. Mom and Dad can only laugh along as well even though deep down they are very uneasy and anxious. I just gaze at Garrett coldly. In six hours, the blizzard apocalypse will descend onto this world. At the same time, a zombie outbreak will occur across the globe. In my previous life, Garrett, who had looked down on my family and me, didn't hesitate to push us into the upcoming zombie horde just to take over my parents' grocery store. In this lifetime, I swear that I will never let him off the hook! I'm about to pick up a plate of food and smash it onto Garrett's head when I hear a mechanical voice chiming in my head. "Ding! You have been bound with the Rage System! You may talk back and retort to others to your liking in exchange for supplies. The more arrogant you sound, the better supplies you'll receive!" As I look at Garrett's insufferable face, I let out a chuckle. "Oh yeah, I'm not skilled at all. But I suddenly remember this funny little thing. Uncle Garrett, you claimed that you had gone on a business trip to Brimstone eight years ago. But the truth is, you got arrested by the vice squad, right? "Does Aunt Cassia know about this?"

In a drought-ravaged apocalypse, I kept our entire apartment block alive with my “watermaker” ability. But when I grew weak, my neighbors shattered my limbs and turned me into a living water source. Later, when raiders stormed in, they dragged me out to take the blade for them, only to realize that even my severed arms could still produce water. So, they shouted about “saving humanity,” then shoved me into the crowd and fled in the chaos. People rushed forward one after another, tearing at my flesh. But I didn’t die. What was left of me fell into the hands of a monster, and I was subjected to inhuman torment day after day. Ten years later, when the apocalypse finally ended, that monster tossed me into an incinerator. Only then did I die. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the moment I first awakened my ability, just as my neighbor knocked on the door, begging for water.