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I brought my son, who was around a year old, to visit my parents’ graves, only to run into my childhood friend’s mother. She asked me whether I had returned because I was no longer angry. “Yelena, you’re finally back! You must’ve returned to marry Niel. “I’ll make sure your wedding goes smoothly this time. I won’t allow any random person to ruin it!” Niel Stalner was my childhood friend and ex-fiance. During my engagement party, Cloud Stalner, his foster sister, had barged in while wearing the same gown as I did. She also said that she would kill herself if Niel refused to leave with her. The guests burst into a ruckus, and in the end, I was left alone in the venue. Everyone criticized me, and Niel’s family abandoned me. Eventually, I left the country like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs. I smiled at Neil’s mother, Iris, and pushed the baby stroller forward. “Iris, are you seriously telling me that Niel hasn’t married Cloud yet? Anyway, Michael, say hello.”

On Christmas Eve, our three-year-old daughter, Noelle Gilder, who has cancer, takes a turn for the worse. All she wants is for her mother, Ivana Lance, to dress as Santarina and bring her a gift. I frantically call Ivana, but she impatiently yells into the phone, saying, "Why are you calling me nonstop? I am helping Charles look for Bubbles! Do you really have to make a scene over this? If Bubbles is gone, Charles will be so heartbroken that he will not be able to sleep for days!" Bubbles? So she was looking for the dog of her first love, Charles Larsson! Suppressing my anger, I tell her that Noelle might not survive the night. She laughs disbelievingly, "Mr. Gilder, do not think for a second that I'm not aware that you've spoiled Noelle rotten! If she had not suddenly kicked Bubbles, he would not have run away. Make Noelle apologize to Charles tomorrow." After hanging up, I accompany Noelle as she spends her final Christmas Eve with tears in my eyes. The next day, Ivana publishes a post on Instagram, still looking for the dog. Meanwhile, my post is Noelle's obituary. Ten years of marriage melt away into nothingness like snow.

"You used to call me a dog, little prince." "Now get on your knees and beg for your leash." Ten years after destroying the scholarship boy who secretly worshipped him, Kai Sterling has lost everything. Once the cruel golden prince of high society, he sells his body in a depraved underground auction to save his crumbling empire and free his brother from prison. The highest bidder is Silas Vane, the man Kai once broke. Now a ruthless billionaire with ice in his veins and vengeance in his blood, Silas buys Kai for ninety days of total ownership. No escape. No mercy. Just a tracking collar, absolute obedience, and nights that leave Kai screaming, shaking, and craving the very man he once humiliated. As Silas slowly unravels the fallen prince with vicious pleasure and mirrored torment, old wounds bleed into raw obsession. Hate twists into addiction. Pride shatters into desperate begging. And in the end, the little prince must choose: walk away rich and free, or willingly wear the collar of the only man who ever truly owned his soul. In a world of dark power and twisted love, some leashes feel like home.

My mother had been hospitalized. My boyfriend worked as a doctor at the same hospital. You would think he would have visited her often, but he never did. Not once. On the first day of her stay, he did not come because he had taken a day off. His childhood friend was moving, and she needed his help. On the second day, that same childhood friend appeared at the hospital as an intern. He followed her everywhere and showed her the ropes. He handled anything she asked for, no matter how small. It went on like that, day after day. My mother's ward was on the thirteenth floor. His office was on the seventeenth. All it would have taken was a ten-second elevator ride or a two-minute walk down the stairs. Even so, Sebastian did not visit her for more than twenty days. My mother recovered. I picked her up by myself and took her to the train station. While I was on the way, he texted me. Sebastian: [Suzy's pet dog is getting vaccinated today. I need to drive her there first.] This time, I replied. [Got it. Drive safely. By the way, we're over.]

I sell handmade fortune cookies in the park. Each one costs $10,000, yet every day, people fight to buy them. That’s because what I sell are fertility fortune cookies. Eat one, and you can get pregnant instantly. You can even choose what kind of child you want. Slip in a double-yolk charm, and you’ll have twins. Seal in a perfect test paper, and your child will be a genius. A spayed female dog ate one and ended up pregnant with six puppies. Someone buried a fortune cookie beneath a withered tree, and by the next day, it had burst into full bloom. I sell fortune cookies to both women and men—anyone who wants to get pregnant. I turn no one away. Even animals, if they so much as make a sound, I’ll feed them. Until one day, a young woman, Mara Kessler, who had been standing in line from dawn until dusk, finally stepped forward and timidly said she wanted to buy a fortune cookie. I only took one look at her, then staggered back in terror. "I can’t sell to you. Leave. Now."

I've dated Andrew Carter, my surgeon boyfriend, for seven years. We plan 66 weddings, and he cancels every single one for Selena Merrick. The first time, Selena botched a patient's injection. "Wait for me," he said, and I waited the entire day. The second time, she slipped and fell in the shower. We were just about to exchange rings, but he ditched me at the altar without a second thought, leaving me to face the ridicule from the guests. For all 65 weddings I held, Selena always found an excuse to lure Andrew away. At the 65th wedding, she claimed her dog was dying and threatened to take her life. My mom collapsed from stress-induced angina, yet Andrew still ran to Selena. Afterward, he kneels and begs us for forgiveness. "Selena is just a pitiful orphan, but you're the one I'll always love," he declares. I give him one last chance, yet he never fails to disappoint me. That is it. I break up with Andrew and join Doctors without Borders. Goodbye. Let's never meet again.

"I, Primitivo Alexander O' Cleirigh, accept you—where are you going, woman?!" "Enough, Fluffy. Or I'll get you back on a leash." --- Soraya takes the kid she babysits to an animal shelter to get her first puppy. Of all the dogs she could pick, the little girl chooses the aloof massive dog. It turns out that the dog is a werewolf who comes to the mortal world to find the mate he's been looking for hundreds of years, and it's the babysitter. Primitivo is frustrated to have to travel to another world for his mate and to find out she's a human, to say the least. Yet he cannot complain as the mating process becomes a life-and-death situation. She's crazy to think he's crazy. Primo's trying to be patient with her. He's a tyrant in his world, and he doesn't want to show that early on to his mate and risk scaring her. Soon, he will love his stay in her world, but time is ticking in his world and his pack without their Alpha. He must take her to Agartha to bear his heir before the second full moon — or risk going extinct.

Joanne, an 18-year-old high school graduate suddenly woke up one day in an mysterious ancient rainforest. She was saved by a handsome military cadet named Leon who accusing her for trespassing a military exclusion zone. But somehow, she found his turquiose eyes familiar..... This is the Inter-Galaxy Era. She woke up on a strange planet where all men here are stupidly powerful but somehow keep calling themselves as different spieces even though they all look alike under Joanne's eyes. It's alright, self-expression is a basic human right. Joanne couldn't care less; until one day, Leon turns himself into a giant wolf..... O..Okay, no big deal either. Joanne convinces herself. Who cares if it's a dog or a cat or a wolf that saved her? The key point is her life is indeed saved. Then, Leon reveals his true identity as the second to the Throne, Duke of the Empire who is being targeted for assassin this whole time? This is NOT okay anymore! Joanne thought this might be the wrost situation, without knowing one day she will be forced into a marriage with the Heir Apparent, First to the Throne, the top Alpha of the Empire.

I was the secret Hemsworth Deluca never wanted the world to see. To the public, he was Hollywood’s golden boy; to me, he was the husband who hid my plus-sized body in the shadows. While he basked in the limelight. I was his "XXL anchor," the daughter of the man who bought his career—until the night he broke my heart and left me for dead in a rain-slicked wreckage. But I didn't die. I was rebuilt. Quinn Cardiff, the "King of Entertainment" and Hemsworth’s most dangerous rival, pulled me from the flames. He offered me a contract: a fake marriage, a total transformation, and the lead role in the industry’s biggest blockbuster. He turned the "hidden wife" into a goddess, a woman whose every curve now commands the world's attention. Now, I’m back. At the Titan Media Gala, I didn't just walk into the room—I owned it. I watched the scotch slip from Hemsworth’s hand as he realized the woman he discarded is now the Queen he can’t touch. He’s desperate, begging for a second chance, drowning in a regret that tastes like ash. But Quinn isn't the only Alpha who wants to claim me. Anto, the billionaire director with tattoos under his suit and a predatory gaze that promises a different kind of trouble. While Quinn wants to protect me and Hemsworth wants to reclaim me, Anto wants to ruin me in all the right ways. One year. Three powerful men. A world of secrets, betrayal, and a love triangle that’s about to set Hollywood on fire. Hemsworth wants his wife back, but I’m no longer playing a role.

"You whore!" A masculine voice. "You philanderer!" A feminine voice. "I'll kill you in this house!" He bellowed as he charged straight to the woman and started beating her up. The little boy stood at the door and watched his parents go about their daily routine, tears spilled from his eyes. He stood in the shadows, just watching and crying. If he speaks out loud, they'll remember him and his father will beat him also. No one remembers him. Not unless they want to beat him too. Then he saw the blow, heard the awful sound. The blow that made a difference. The blow that made that day stand out from every other day. His mom stopped screaming, she laid there on the floor, staring into nothingness. Dead. "Gia." His dad paused mid-beating. No answer. "Gianna!" He patted her white arms turned red from being beaten. Terror filled the little boy's system, a sound escaped his mouth, drawing the man's attention. "Oops. I've forgotten about you." He said to the little boy. "Mom's dead..." The little boy said in a tiny voice. The man looked down at the lifeless white woman, "Seems like it." He looked at the boy with an eye filled with menace. "You'll pretend you didn't see a thing. You'll......" The siren rang outside. The police had arrived. A neighbour had alerted them when he heard the noise. He watched as the policemen pointed their guns at his father. He watched as they took his father away. He remained hidden, his blue eyes returning to the woman who laid on the floor, with eyes as blue as his. She was staring right at him. Finally, she sees him. Only in death, did she really see him. Something died in that little boy that day. Replaced with bitterness.