Fugitive Of Joseon

Red is always symbolizing love. But for Rose it was never been love. It was blood. Even her name has a red on it. Blood that she hates. If she will have the time to turn back things on, she will never ever tie herself to the man that she once loved. The blood that she doesn’t need is the one that can keep her alive. She doesn’t know that love will going to do its way to get way of the love she thrown at. She doesn’t know that once in her life… Red will always be love and Rose will always be red.

I took a deep breath again and again as I finally knocked twice. And after a couple of minutes a baritone yet cold voice spoke. "Come in." My brows furrowed and my chest was pounding so loud when I heard Sir JR's voice. This is the first time he showed himself to us but... this was not the first time I met him. At sana wala rin siyang maalala pa. Pinilig ko ang ulo at pilit tinatanggal ang mga nasa isipan at dahan-dahang pinihit pabukas ang pinto. Biglang nanindig ang balahibo ko dahil sa lamig sa loob ng opisina ni Sir. "Hmm..." tumikhim ako upang agawin ang atensyon niya na nakatalikod mula sa akin at prenteng nakaupo sa swivel chair niya. "Good afternoon, Sir." I greeted politely. He stayed silently, he stayed in his place and he didn't respond to me. Hindi rin siya lumilingon kaya napakamot ako ng ulo. "Sir? What can I do for you? Is it because I'm late this morning? I'm sorry Sir, there's an emergency in our home, the reason why I'm late. I'm sorry." I explained but he remained silent. Dahan-dahan akong napayuko. Mukha ngang bad mood siya dahil hindi man lang lumilingon sa akin. "How old are you?" Wala pa sa isang segundo akong nag-angat ng tingin sa kaniya. "Hmmm, 24, Sir..." I answered lowly. "Married?" I swallowed as I responded. "No." "Single?" he asked again. "Opo." "Any relationship? Boyfriend? Ka live in?" "Wala po, Sir..." Pilit kong sinasagot ang mga tanong niya kahit alam kong confidential na iyon. Hindi ko rin alam kung bakit iyon ang naging binungad niya sa akin na hindi ko inaasahan. Nabalot kami ng katahimikan hanggang sa muli siyang magtanong na ikinamilog ng mga mata ko. "Virgin or not?" My mouth opened a bit 'coz of his inappropriate question.

A Dark Soul , damaged by his past. An Angel forced to be his wife. Can anything go right? Would they ever be able to fall in love? Will she be able to see past his darkness? Will he be able to protect her when danger comes knocking? Find out in the book... An Excerpt. "Leave me alone" A deep voice spoke in the dark ess. Without seeing who it was , princess Rania knew the voice belonged to the second prince of Araggon. "How will I leave you alone , your highness?" She asked, shakily. It was their first night after marriage and he was giving her attitude already. But what did you expect from a devil man , who felt too proud to attend his own wedding! There was no response from him. Princess Rania sighed to leave. There was no light in the room to afraid to move or take a step, she wandered around the room till she stepped on a foot. A firm hand drew her in to his arms and held her waist tight. "Since You decided to stay , I hope you face the consequences of your stubbornness." Princess Rania tried to break away from him but he was too strong. She could tell from his strength that he was no ordinary man. Prince Ivar felt the energy coming again as he tried to free the fragile girl. Disappointed, the urge came back, he had no choice than to it. *The end game was that the innocent Princess Rania was eaten clean by the hungry wolf*

"Please don't hurt me..." Her voice was cracked and pleading. She was moving against me, giving me all sorts of sinful sensations. "Please, Dominic! You don't want to do this..." "Now, why would you think I wouldn't want that? Am I not good enough for you? Oh, now I understand. You want Logan to do it" "What are you talking about?" "You know damn well who I'm talking about" "Don't do this Dominic, please..." "Don't do what? You're afraid your Logan will find out about this. Don't worry, I won't tell him!" "Stop it, please!" "You want me to stop Rebecca? Will you tell him to stop too, or will you let him go on?"

The autobiography of the sorrowful life of a young boy amidst joy. A cruel and unforgettable past. Wickedness beyond recognition. Born to a busy and ignorant father. Nurtured in the cruel arms of his stepmother. Fate, love and hurdles surround his young life. Having God as the only voice that listens to him. Holding on to hope that light still exists at the end of the tunnel - A moral-filled book that threatens to keep you glued until the end. A book based on African settings, names and themes.

"Mereka bilang A, tetapi kenyataannya B." Alenia: Gue hidup di bawah aturan Papa. Katanya, ini semua demi karir dan reputasi gue agar selalu cerah di masa yang akan datang. Akan tetapi, apa yang gue lewati sehari-hari justru terasa buruk untuk gue. Gue beraktivitas atas arahan cowok gue. Katanya, ini semua demi hubungan yang sehat dan langgeng. Akan tetapi, gue justru merasa teracuni dengan segala aturan yang dia buat untuk mengekang gue. Gue bekerja untuk menyenangkan orang, tetapi nggak satu pun dari mereka bisa menyenangkan gue. Padahal, gue amat butuh setidaknya hiburan kecil yang bisa bantu gue tidur sedikit lebih nyenyak dari biasanya. Gue ingin libur sehari aja dari peliknya dunia gue.

Glimpse of Death Blurb: Libitina turns seven when her father throws her out. She was weak, fragile, and broken. The curse in her eyes was born and, it made her lose all the things she loved. Everything crumbled in an instant. Her dreams, hope, and light vanish in thin air. Her ability to take a glimpse of people's death-made her isolate herself away from people. She's afraid others will call her a curse or a cult child so, she endured it by remaining silent, alone, and lonely. But, it all changed when Yael Zerachiel her, popular classmate, witnessed how she saved Charmeine from the grim reaper's scythe. She taught that stopping Death from taking Charmeine's head was unfortunate cause faith intertwined her strings with Yael. And there, their adventure to complete the missing puzzle starts when the sun sets on the school balcony with dark hooded men chasing after them.

The Daughters of Darkness came to the aid of King Marner and helped him win a bloody war. For help, he repaid betrayal. This story is about how, after a century and a half, the descendants of forgotten warriors are looking for justice and revenge. On the way to their goal, one of them is waiting for love, and someone - death.

Whispers of Loyalty isn’t just a love story. It’s a storm of secrets, betrayal, and forbidden desire. Alana Vittore has always been the perfect daughter that’s delicate, graceful, and untouchable in the shadow of her powerful mafia family. But when Zach Pierce walks into her world, everything she thought she knew begins to crack. He’s reckless and raw, the kind of man who should have been nothing more than a distraction. Instead, he becomes her greatest temptation. What Alana doesn’t know is that Zach carries his own secrets, dark truths tied to bloodlines and betrayals that could destroy everything between them. In a world where loyalty is currency and love is weakness, the two of them are forced to choose: obey the empire that raised them or burn it all down for each other. Every glance is dangerous. Every kiss is a risk. And every whisper might be their undoing.

Someone started a thread on a forum asking, [Do men become stingy with their wives after marriage?] The replies were full of women complaining about how cheap and calculating their husbands were. My husband, however, went in the opposite direction. After we got married, he handed me his payroll card to manage and kept only a few dozen dollars a month for his own expenses, as though he had truly given everything to me and to this family. I shook my head and was about to respond when my mother-in-law's call interrupted me. "Chloe, Josh's god sister is sick. She needs $4,500." My husband immediately slipped an arm around my shoulders and assured me, "Don't worry. We'll use my salary. You won't have to pay a cent." "Alright," I said. Seeing how certain he was, I transferred one dollar to him on the spot and added a note: Medical expenses transferred. When my mother-in-law saw the transfer, she flew into a rage, sharply accusing me of being jealous and petty, even withholding money meant to save a life. I remained unmoved. "That's all there is on the card." She completely lost her temper, threatening to come over and audit how many kickbacks I had supposedly pocketed over the years. I agreed to settle the accounts. That was when my husband suddenly lost his enthusiasm.