Hangover Square

Sometimes in our lives we do not know who the designated person to be love,dumarating ito nang di mo inaasahan. They are both brokenhearted,sa kanilang mga puso ay sariwa parin ang sugat nito na nilikha ng kanilang past relationship. They meet unexpectedly in place and in time,Coincedence nga lamang ba?or they are meant to be. ATHENA SOLIVEN-eldest daughter of lyneth, Marco Soliven and also adam's twin sister. Princess ang tawag ng amang si Marco sa kanya dahil lagi sinasabi nito na kamukha niya ang inang si Lyneth. Unlike sa ugali ng ina,mataray ito lalo na sa taong di niya kilala until Athena meet Zachery na magpapagulo sa nagdurugo niyang puso. ZACHERY GATCHALIAN-Hall of fame,isang tanyag na doctor dalubhasa sa larangan ng Medicina,pero sugat sa puso di kayang gamutin dahil puso niya mismo ang nangangailangan para maghilom ito. Hanggang sa magkrus ang landas nilang dalawa ni Athena na tulad niya nangangailan rin ng gagamot sa pusong nasugatan.Makakaya kaya nilang gamutin ang sarili nilang mga puso. SNEAK PEEK nagising si Athena ng maramdamang masakit ang ibabang bahagi ng pagkababae niya,sapo rin nito ang ulo dahil sa hangover,ang alam niya naglasing siya kagabi sa kadahilanang ipinagpalit siya nito sa babaeng nakakapagbigay ng ligaya dito .tatayo na sana ito ng malamang may mabigat na bagay ang nakapatong sa tiyan niya. Laking Gulat ng dalaga ng makitang braso ng lalaki ang nakayakap sa kanya,sumilip ito sa loob ng kumot nalaman ni Athena na wala siyang saplot at may kasama siyang lalaking nakahiga sa kama. Napabalikwas ito sa pagkakaupo at sumigaw ng pagkalakas-lakas. AHHHHHH!!! Nagising ang binata sa lakas ng tili ni Athena. Ikaw!? sino ka?YOU RAPED ME??!! at bakit andito ako sa kuwartong ito na kasama ka,Stranger!

"No, This is a mistake! A wolfless, overweight werewolf can't be my mate." His words hit me hard; Whispers erupted from the crowd, murmurs of disbelief and judgement that swirled me like a storm. But I won't let them see how much it hurts. I won't give him the satisfaction. I square my shoulders, forcing a smile that feels like it's going to crack my face. "Well, Bran, I guess the Moon Goddess has a sense of humour after all," I say, despite the pain running through me. "Too bad she didn't give you one." Everywhere is silent now, shocked by my words. Bran's eyes are turning red from anger. But I hold my ground, refusing to let him see how much I'm breaking inside. "Talia," he begins, but I cut him off before he can say more. He was going to reject me anyway. "Don't worry, Bran," I say, sarcastically. "I'm sure there's some loophole you can find to get out of this. After all, you can't have someone like me ruining your perfect reputation, right?" The tension in the air is suffocating, and I can see uncertainty in Bran's eyes. He wasn't me to fight back. And for a moment, I wonder if he's reconsidering, if the bond is pulling at him the same way it's pulling at me. But then he turns away, "This conversation is over, Talia. You should leave." Talia, a wolfless wolf in her pack has been a mocking object in her Pack just because she's fat, wolfless and eats like a glutton. Her situation turned worse when the Moon Goddess decided to give her Alpha Bran, their Pack 's Alpha as a mate. He rejected her on the spot. What would be Talia's fate after the rejection? Let's see.

My husband, Luca, had a childhood sweetheart named Sophia. Years ago, during a brutal gang shootout, Sophia shielded him from the worst of the bloodshed, and since then, she had suffered from severe PTSD. Because of that, Luca would push aside family business every year and fly to our estate on a secluded island off the coast of Sicily to spend three months “helping her recover.” “Victoria, she lost her mind because of me,” he told me. “I’m responsible for her. I hope you can be magnanimous.” So, I nodded. And eventually, I got used to the fact that every year, my husband would disappear for three months to fulfill what he called a moral obligation. That was until the day I flew in without warning to inspect the family’s money-laundering network on that island and saw him. In the town square, under the bright Mediterranean sun, Luca was standing there with a five-year-old boy by his side. “Papa, how long do we have to hide on this island?” the child asked. “I want to go to New York. I want to see the Empire State Building.” Luca laughed gently and scooped him up in his arms. With his other hand, he held Sophia’s. “Antonio, be good,” he said affectionately. “Papa’s position is… complicated. When you turn eighteen and pass the family’s initiation ceremony, I’ll kill that woman and her dead old man. Then, I’ll take you back to New York to inherit the entire Corleone family.” I stood in the shadows, unseen. Slowly, I lit a cigarette. The smoke curled around me as their voices drifted over, the conversation getting more vicious as it went. Sophia leaned into his chest, her tone sweet and coy. “Luca, I’ve been with you for seven years without a name or a title. How much longer are our son and I supposed to live like ghosts?” Luca sighed. “I don’t have a choice. The old man in the Corleone family is still alive. I married Victoria just to get her territory. Don’t worry. I’ve been adding something to her milk every day. She’ll never get pregnant in this lifetime. My family bloodline will only continue through you.” The last thread of reason in my mind snapped. In the six years of marriage we shared, I had been infertile. I’d taken countless hormone injections to stimulate ovulation. I’d knelt in church and prayed more times than I could count. Yet, all along, the devil poisoning me was my own husband. The initial shock faded quickly into rage. I crushed out my cigarette and pulled out my phone. Then, I dialed my uncle, the family’s clean-up man. “Uncle Rocco,” I said calmly, “Luca betrayed me. He betrayed the family. Order a coffin in the finest black walnut for me, and make it large, large enough to fit a family of three.”