Giants Conquering Hero Grave

Tintin & Andrew Love story -- from YOUR HERO YOUR LOVER 17 years old pa lang si Tintin ay crush na crush na niya si Andrew. Nagnurse siya upang mapalapit sa lalaki na noon ay nag-aaral pa lang ng kursong medisina. Hindi lingid sa kaalaman ni Andrew ang nararamdaman ng dalaga sa kanya ngunit masyadong bata pa ang tingin niya dito. Samantalang gagawin ni Tintin ang lahat upang mapa-ibig niya si Andrew ngunit hanggang kailan niya susuyuin ang binata lalo na ngayon na dumating ng ang ex-girlfriend ni Andrew?

Zara Lowry once gave her heart to Yosef Webb, her boss and savior, risking everything in a whirlwind of passion. To him, however, she was nothing more than a reliable cog in his corporate machine.She was done with that, though.Yosef could not stand Zara's cool-headedness, her logic, her self-sufficiency. Yet, he eventually found the warmth and adoration he longed for in her eyes.Her eyes, however, were looking elsewhere. ***[In this story, neither the hero nor the heroine is perfect. This is not your typical tale of a successful female lead. Yosef is a jerk, but is later changed to become a man who would do anything for love. This is a tale of a tsundere man, and it takes many chapters for the two of them to reconcile.

It's just a small town pack in the southern state of Tennessee, peaceful and beautiful. however, there is a war coming. Jenni, the oracle, Teddy, the vessel, Marc, the warrior, and Bex the brains, the siblings, and friends. The future of the Crystal Forrest Pack

I Long Chen have been reborn to rule over everything, if buddha blocks kill buddha, if god blocks kill god, sentient beings bow down before me, life and death are under my control, to ascend the sky or go through the gates from hell, only I am SUPREME.

Jessica is living her life peacefully with her husband, Adam Peterson, when a creep shows up at her work place and sneaks a photo of her. Soon after that, an infamous boss of a drug cartel, Hugo Ortiz, arrives at her workplace with an army of guards. He calls her "Camila" and asks her to leave with him. She does not remember the man at all. She realizes that her husband had been keeping things from her. Upon digging deeper, she finds out that she had been married to Hugo Ortiz. It didn't take long for Hugo's enemies to use her as a target. Ivan Volkov, the most feared name of the bratva, has been sniffing for an opportunity to get his hands on Hugo and have his revenge for killing his only son. Jessica finds herself caught in the crossfire of a gang war while she struggles to remember how she ended up in Nebraska. What is the reality of her "husband"? Who Hugo Ortiz? Why doesn't she remember any of this? When she actually stumbles upon the answers to her questions, a part of her preferred living in blissful ignorance rather than stepping back into the world of blood and misery.

The Good Witch was born unlike her family. She wants to help people and she finds a few friends that help her along the way. Each adventure is a new challenge. She hopes to one day free her family from the curse they placed on themselves. For these are the stories of the Good Witch.

A liar gas has invaded the world permanently. Nobody can lie, else an instant . Ariyah has commited herself to remaining silent for the rest of her life. Her family thinks it is just because she is afraid of , but how can she hide the fact that she is bisexual now that she can't lie? Will she come out to everyone and move on with life or will she let the liar gas rule her world and make her a mute, till she actually dies?You can't lie!

Sobrang sakit ang naramdaman ni Allie Miranda ng malaman niyang trinaydor sya ng dalawang taong mahalaga sa buhay nya ang kanyang boyfriend na si Jimpson Perez at ang pinakamatalik nyang kaibigan na si Xendra de Guzman. Nang mahuli niya ang dalawa sa condo mismo ni Jimpson na hubo't hubad na magkatabi at magkayakap sa iisang kama.Nung oras na yun parang gumunaw ang mundo ni Allie, nawasak pagkatao nya.Hindi nya matanggap na ang dalawang tao na mahalaga at pinagkakatiwalaan nya ang siyang mananakit sa kanya ng lubusan.Akala nya di na nya kayang umahon sa pagkalugmok nyang iyun.Nang unti unti na naging okay na sya, dahan dahan din nyan binago ang sarili nya. Hanggang isang araw niyaya syang magbar ni Moana, kahit ni minsan di nya pa nagawa sa tanang buhay nya. Birthday daw kasi ng isa sa mga kaibigan ni Red Aragon ang boyfriend ni Moana.At dun sa bar na yun nya nakikilala ang bestfriend ni Red na si Blake Zander Zaavedra, ang naka one night stand nya ng gabing yun. Paano kung yung inakala nya na isang gabing kaligayahan ay ang mahalaga sa binata. Paano kung hindi na sya pakakawalan ng binata na pilit niyang iniiwasan makakaya kaya nyang magmahal muli o patuloy nyang iiwasan si Blake?

You think being a teenager is hard enough as it is. Try being a teenager that has the respossibility of saving people from their own demons and fears. That is exactly what Zelenia Erickson has been doing from the time she discovered what she was...

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly, though my pulse spiked. “You wolves just don’t understand patience.” He stopped three feet away. My skin prickled as the runes along my ribs flared hot, reacting to the dense magic rolling off him. Suffocating. Intoxicating. “And you witches don’t understand territory,” Guilermo said. He didn’t sound feral. He sounded tired—like a man carrying a century of weight on deceptively young shoulders. He leaned in and sniffed near my neck. I stiffened. “You smell like sage and burnt sugar,” he murmured, voice dropping, darker now. “It’s giving me a headache.” “Then stop breathing,” I snapped. One corner of his mouth lifted, a flash of sharp canine. “Make me.” The air between us snapped tight. My magic stirred, violet haze curling from my fingertips without permission, brushing the leather of his jacket. He didn’t pull away. He leaned closer. And standing there in the freezing rain with a man who could tear my throat out, I realized two things: Elder Sibal was wrong—Guilermo wasn’t a monster to be chained. And I was in serious trouble.