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Jeremy Suprezo, a rich highschool student who won the nickname of King for being the most attractive being inside the campus. It was his looks and talents that made him famous even outside the school. For having the big name that everyone held their heads to look up to, pushed him to act beyond the limits. From a gentleman who loved playing chess and ball games to a guy who ever love to play girl's feelings. He was not the Jeremy of before. He turned to a loyal monster who is afraid to be left behind by all his gains. On the otherhand, Aris came. A new student to enter the world of indescribable. If ever the king notices her, what would be her place in the castle? A maid maybe? just like every weak girls and boys the king had bullied. Or an official that are use to gain more and are not cared for, just like everyone who sticks like bubble gums. Or perhaps, a queen? Someone a king need to protect even if it means losing everything.

Eyon Rillosa, A shy girl who tends to show her real self to the person whom she is most comfortable with. She's also someone who is still uncertain towards her future. Meanwhile, we have Ryevann Monteventura, A happy go lucky guy who aspires to be a Certified Public Accountant someday. It all started when Eyon accidentally spilled her drink to Ryevann. Since that day she became Ryevann's long time crush. And now, will she say 'I like you lots' to the guy who is pestering her whole day just to get her attention?

I stumbled upon my neighbor Henry and his girlfriend in the middle of something awkward. My face immediately flushed bright red, now that I had just turned eighteen. With my parents away on a business trip, they had asked Henry to keep an eye on me. But in the dead of night, I discovered him involved in something... something too awkward to mention.

Ang kuwentong ito ay tumatalakay kung paano nabuo ang "wagas na pag- ibig" sa pagitan ng dalawang puso na pinagtagpo at itinadhana sa maling panahon at maling pagkakataon. Dalawang puso na parehong nakatali sa mga sinumpaang pangako, ngunit pilit pa ring ipinaglalapit ng pag- ibig. Ngunit, paano na ang dalawang puso na nagmamahalan kung makakalaban nila ang Tadhana na hahadlang sa kanilang pag-iibigan na hindi maaaring sumibol sa lupa, sapagkat sa ibang panahon at pagkakataon sila nakatakdang magsama hanggang sa dulo ng walang hanggan? Hindi ito tipikal na istorya ng pag- ibig na kung saan "kapag mahal mo, ipaglalaban mo", bagkus sa kuwentong ito tuturuan ka ng hangganan kung hanggang saan ka lang dapat makipagbuno sa ngalan ng pag- ibig. Sa kabilang banda, hindi lamang umiikot sa pag- iibigan ng dalawang pangunahing karakter ang matutunghayan sa nobelang ito, dahil nakapaloob rin sa kathang ito ang pinakamataas na antas ng pag- ibig- ang pag-ibig sa Diyos, gayundin ang pagyakap sa sariling kasalanan, pagtanggap sa sariling kahinaan, kapatawaran sa kapuwa at sarili, at higit sa lahat, pagtuklas sa tunay na misyon o papel kung bakit ka naririto at nabubuhay pa sa mundo.

I was just supposed to drive my friend to her cabin. Drive her there, help her take a picture and go back home. Simple. But I was not supposed to meet her brother... And he was not supposed to notice me. I've sworn off men. My heart is safer that way, trust me I've been hurt before so I know. But I am not prepared for a man like my best friends brother, he's by far the richest, handsomest, and most un-attainable man I've ever come across. I know I should probably stay away from him, after all falling in love has never been part of my life plans. I know I told myself I'd sworn of love, but that was until I met A Man like Aaron Ashgroove…

> “Stay still, Little Thorn… I want to taste you slowly.” His voice was velvet and ruin. His mouth, a weapon. And I—fool that I was—leaned closer. Before death wore a suit and called itself a lover, I used to believe in beauty. Before the blood. Before the runes. Before I painted the image that killed my parents—I believed my art could save me. Now I know better. I was just weeks from graduating when the painting came to me like a fever. I didn’t choose it. I didn’t plan it. My hands moved, possessed, dragging symbols I’d never seen and a face I’d never forgotten—his. Eyes red as wine. A crown pierced with thorns. And a girl in the center… me. Offering herself. I signed it with a mark I didn’t recognize. I sold it to a stranger. And days later, my parents were dead—no wounds, no reason, just... gone. The police said stress. I say fate. Now I’m being hunted by a world I didn’t know existed. Vampires with ancient courts and older grudges. Symbols that whisper in my blood. And Lucien D’Aragon—the vampire who says I summoned him with my brushstroke. That I belong to him. He says I’m his prophecy. His ruin. His Little Thorn. But I’m not just prey. Something is waking in me. Something hungry. Something I was never meant to survive. If I give in, I lose everything. If I fight, I might finally learn the truth. About my art. About my bloodline. About what really happened that night. And why he keeps whispering that I was painted for ruin... but made for him.

Didi and Titi are basically living the same lives, but with little tweaks. Two similar women, one who knows what she wants, and the other who's hesitant. Titi falls in love with a man who also turns out to be a powerful demon? When she finds out, will it affect their relationship and her feelings for him? When Didi crosses paths with Kaivan, an enigmatic man with a magnetic presence, their connection is instant and undeniable. But here's the twist: Didi is human, and Kaivan is about to discover that she is his fated mate, and also his brother's? As their worlds collide, they must navigate the complexities of love, loyalty, and the supernatural. Join Didi and the Titi on an enthralling adventure where passion and destiny intertwine, and the boundaries of what it means to be human are tested.

I waited for my boyfriend for three hours at his birthday party. Sean Ziegler was supposed to show up dressed as the star of night. However, his secret lover, Josie Sullivan, called him to the hospital. She had pretended to sprain her ankle. There, she recorded a video of her and Sean kissing. In the heat of the moment, Sean stood up and pushed her against the door. But he was supposed to be paralyzed. “Sean, why haven’t you told Wendy that your legs are fine now?” “If she knows, she’ll pressure me to marry her. Seriously, who does she think she is? Wendy’s just a free maid. She’s not good enough to be my wife,” Sean said in a muffled voice. After that, he continued to kiss Josie intensely. Wearing the wedding dress I had designed, Josie looked provocatively into the camera. The video then ended with the sounds of them kissing. It turned out that Sean had been lying to me all along. I threw the cake that I made for him into the trash. Then, I texted my mom. [Mom, I’ll go on that blind date.]

Imagine my shock when I found out that my husband, a professor who had proudly embraced a childless life for half of his years, had an affair with one of his own students. She even had his six-year-old son. The day I planned to report him to the university, Zia Thompson came to my door with the child and knelt in front of me. "Maybe you and Zeke were in love once," she said. "But he's over forty now. Who doesn't want to have a child? A legacy?" "I don't need a title," she went on. "I can give up the child too. I just beg you, don't tear our family apart." I looked at my husband, who stood protectively in front of them. I felt terrifyingly calm. "Cut ties with them," I said, my voice flat, "or prepare to be reported to the university. You choose." Without a moment's hesitation, he tore the report letter into shreds. I thought that was his answer. But on the fifty-second night of a bed grown cold and a home echoing with silence, he still hadn't returned. Instead, I received news that Zia was pregnant again. She had graduated by then. The report I never sent no longer posed any threat to them. Zeke didn't bother to hide his fatigue and irritation anymore. "Treat Zia and the kids well," he said, "or keep living alone in that empty house. It's your choice." My heart was already a wasteland. "I have one more option," I said. "I choose divorce."

"How can there be a perfect choice in this world—one that betrays neither the Sandharan Order nor the one you love?" It's a romantic line, but it has nothing to do with Rosalie Stone. Her fiance, Bradley Wakefield, is a man revered like Sandhara himself, but it's not because of her that he leaves the Sandharan Order. She thinks he will never fall in love. But later, she learns that it's just her that he won't fall for. And so, she gives up on him. She gives herself seven days to forget about Bradley.