Heart Cadaver Labeled

Beatrice loves working for herself and enjoying being single independent woman but her mother likes to set her into a blind date and she hate it. One day, in her cousin's party, her heat suddenly came and unexpected event happened, she slept with a man she doesn't even know and the worse she met him again but now as her bestfriend's boyfriend.

Vanadine, half Dark Elf hybrid was exiled from Elaris after the killing of one of the high Council members. After forty years alone on Earth he saves a woman, Carine, from a pair of would be rapists. Despite his need for secrecy and repeated warnings he is dangerous, Vanadine is unable to get her out of his mind. In an attempt to wean himself off her, he follows and tracks Carine, looking out for her while keeping his distance. Without his knowledge, Carine is thinking about Vanadine as well, wondering if she will ever see him again, feel his strong muscles against her body and... Yet with the Dark Elf Council's nefarious plans, Vanadine's ex-friend's scheming and the possibility of Carine finding out he is not what he seems, can there ever be any kind of future for Vanadine and Carine?

“Camille, I’ll love you forever!” Jameson let out a low, agonized growl. Just as he was about to climax, his phone suddenly began to buzz. He ignored it, of course. Now was hardly the time. However, his phone lit up again. The moment he saw the text on the screen, his body froze. Camille heard him answer the call. “Hello?” In the deep silence of the night, the voice on the phone cut through the stillness, clear and unmistakable. “Jameson, did you know that Sylvia—” Jameson switched languages and cut in with a sharp command, “Keep it down. It's not a good time.” The other person switched languages too, though he was still loud. “The hospital results came in. Sylvia is in the final stages of cancer. She only has a month left! Her last wish is to become your wife. Can you grant her that before she passes?” Jameson’s expression changed immediately. “What?! Wait for me!” He ended the call and turned to Camille. “Camille, something urgent came up. I need to step out for a bit. Be good and stay home. I’ll be back after you’ve had some sleep.” Before she could respond, he rose to wash up, changed his clothes, and left without looking back. Moments later, her phone buzzed. Sylvia: [Camille, you lost. I told you—Jameson has always been mine.] Right above it was a message from three days ago: [If I tell him I have cancer, do you think Jameson will leave you and come to me? I bet he will.] Camille’s gaze slowly shifted from her phone screen to the open bedroom door. What Jameson did not know was that she had already picked up a new language. She understood every word of that call. After a long moment, a faint, bitter smile appeared on her face. “Yeah, I lost...”

In a kingdom ruled by magic and shadowed by secrets, Princess Elara was born to uphold a prophecy—one that demands her heart, her blood, and ultimately, her sacrifice. Magic belongs to the elite, and power is passed through bloodlines, but nothing prepared her for the storm of desire and danger that would unravel everything she believed. Vesper Moretti, the ruthless heir to a deadly mafia empire, was the first man to shake her world. Cold, calculating, and intoxicatingly powerful, he vanished without a trace—leaving behind a shattered heart and unanswered questions. Now, he’s back… alive, dangerous, and claiming what was once his. Torn between Vesper’s dark pull, Kael’s fierce loyalty, and Dain’s quiet rebellion, Elara is caught in a web of betrayal, prophecy, and passion. As the prophecy unfolds, one truth becomes chillingly clear: only one man can survive the end—and her choice will ignite war or salvation. With ancient powers awakening and the line between love and ruin blurring, Elara must uncover the truth buried in blood and magic… before her kingdom, and her heart, are lost forever.

Hanggang saan ang kaya mong gawin para sa lalaking minamahal mo? Hanggang kailan mo kayang panindigan ang tinitibok ng puso mo? hanggang kailan ka aasa na darating ang panahon na mamahalin ka din ng lalaking binulag ng kasinungalingan? Handa ka bang magtiis at manatili sa relasyong, ikaw lang ang may gusto? Relasyong galit ang naghahari sa puso ng lalaking minamahal mo? "Why do you hated me this much?! Ano bang ginawa ko?! Was it a crime to love you?! Sabihin mo! Kasi hindi ko naiintindihan!? Kung ayaw mo sa akin, bakit kasama kita ngayon?! If we're not meant to be then, bakit I have to make s*x with you again! Garrett sabihin mo! Kasi tao din naman ako! Sabihin mo bakit?!" "Dahil pinatay mo ang Mama ko!" "A----ano?! Hindi ko ginawa iyon! Hindi ako kriminal!" "Ki... hindi ikaw ang pumatay! Parte ka pa rin ng pamilyang iyon and I hate You!"

Genevive wants full control of her life. With the help of her friend Ariel, she runs away from meeting his future husband only to find herself entangled in the complicated life of a popular pop-rock band while slowly and deeply falling in love with Seven. Will she continue fighting for her love even if it meant fighting against all that Seven has ever dreamed off?

My wife transplanted the donor heart I had waited for two years for to the fake heir, Sean Morgan. The doctor said I only had one week left to live, so I decided to freeze my body. I donated my body to Sean's lab. On the day I signed the donation letter, my daughter threw herself into my arms and said I had finally made up with her uncle. My parents praised me for finally understanding the deep bond and mutual support between brothers. My wife said with relief, "You've finally let go of your grudges and become an understanding person." I smiled gently. "Yes, this time I’ve really learned my lesson. I will return the status of the Morgan family heir to Sean and fulfill your wishes.”

"Understanding is an art and not everyone is an artist." Addilyn Ruby Smith-Garcia is a sixteen year old with a very bad past. She is known as Ruby Smith. She is youngest Multimillionaire in the world. When finally her life is somewhat better a tragedy happens and that makes her move back to her old orphanage. And she has to go back to her family. What happens when her elder sibling takes her in? Or when she made them take her in? How can she cope to live with the people that she desperately tried to forget? Will she let her walls down and let them in? And adding to that chaos, there is a Russian mafia leader who is hell as arrogant and possessive with a mysterious nature. Can they mend her broken heart? And when two opposites fall in love with their lives at stake and past coming back to haunt her, can they save her before she drowns?

I fell for Don Lorenzo Moretti the second I saw him. Hard. As a mafia princess, I wasn't supposed to chase anyone. But for him, I swallowed my pride and made him my mission. A year later, he finally had me, pinning me to the bed as he moved inside me. His eyes were pure fire, and in that mo ment, they saw only me. For ten years, we were electric. We fucked in five-star hotels all over the world. We just fit. I was his lucky charm at the poker table. I took shots for him until I bled from my stomach. I even took a bullet for him. Then came our engagement party. Lorenzo left me standing there alone. Said something "came up." I went back to our apartment, only to find him kissing my stepsister, Juliana. That’s when I knew. He had always loved her. I was just a stand-in. He tried to explain, words tumbling out in a panicked rush, promising a bigger, better party to make up for it. A laugh, cold and hollow, died in my throat. I turned my back on him, pulled out my phone, and called my mother in Sicily. "I'll marry into the Romano family."

In my ninth year of being with Tyler Freeman, he flaunts his relationships with other women while I'm only allowed to come and go from his bedroom. He doesn't acknowledge me as his girlfriend, yet he allows his friends to address me as such. I have a name but not an identity. His friends are bored during a private party and want me to perform a strip dance on stage to liven things up. I expect Tyler to at least turn them down on my behalf, but all he does is sip his wine and say, "Go on. You're the owner of this place, aren't you? Aren't clubs supposed to satisfy their patrons' needs? Don't let my friends down!" I look at him emotionlessly. I don't cry or throw a fuss. Instead, I splash a glass of liquor in his face. The following day, I trash the club. Three months later, Tyler finally thinks of calling me. "Where are you? Aren't you gonna get the hell back here? Do you really expect me to beg you to come back? Do you think you're worthy of that?" I pull my newlywed husband to the camera. "Sorry, Mr. Freeman. I'm getting married. You don't need to come, but do get me a wedding gift." Unexpectedly, he threatens to show my husband intimate videos of me when he sees me in a wedding gown.