Hells Gate Mga Nobela at Kwento

At AlphaBeta Academy, only the strongest are meant to lead, but not everyone is meant to be seen. A chubby sixteen-year-old Dawn Clifford, a Beta heir, has spent her entire life hiding,behind books, behind her confidence issues, and behind her best friend, Kiara Clarkson, an Alpha heir. While Kiara is everything Dawn believes she isn’t;beautiful, bold, and effortlessly admired. Dawn has learned to survive on the sidelines. But Fate begins to change,when they both get into their dream school, AlphaBeta Academy, a prestigious place for future pack leaders. A party, a moment of courage, and a single act of defiance from Dawn, and suddenly, Aiden Willow, the untouchable Alpha heir, sees Dawn. Only…Fate comes with a twist, and Aiden ends up with Kiara instead. Caught in a tangled web of friendship,and unspoken feelings, a sudden disaster strikes as truth spirals and Kiara is found dead with the murder weapon belonging to Dawn. With this massive twist of gate,Dawn is forced to confront everything she's ever known.

The moon chose him for me. He chose her anyway The night I turned eighteen, the full moon gave me the one thing I never dared ask for — my fated mate. The problem? He was already promised to my sister. By morning, Damian Wolfe had called it an accident. By noon, my father had stripped my status and thrown me out. By nightfall, I was sleeping in the omega quarters while the pack whispered my name like a curse. I spent my whole life being the unwanted daughter — the bastard girl no one claimed, the beta-born nobody who loved too quietly and hoped too much. I thought losing Damian was the worst thing that could happen to me. Then I found out I was carrying his child. I left that pack with nothing but bruises, a secret, and the first real rage I’d ever let myself feel. They wanted me gone? Fine. But the girl who walked out that gate isn’t the girl who’s coming back.

All because of Leo Cullen’s words, I gave up a place at a top-tier university in Ceres and stayed behind to retake the entrance exams with him—three times. By the fourth year, a girl arrived at our cram school, and Leo forgot the promise we made. He started skipping class, picking fights, smoking—doing everything but studying. One day, I stood at the school gate, blocking his path with a textbook in hand as he tried to ditch class. He smirked, unimpressed, and blew a bubble with his gum, letting it stick to the ends of my hair. “Naomi…,” he began, “who still cares about studying these days?” So I stopped caring and avoided him entirely. When he fooled around in the classroom, I went to the library. When he played basketball, I sat in a quiet corner with my books. Even when I craved noodles from my favorite shop, I’d scan the room first to make sure he wasn’t there. “Are you avoiding me, Naomi?” he asked later, his face in a frown. I shook my head. “Why would you think that?”

My best friend breaks down and accuses me of skimming family shipments, which cost us billions. Without hesitation, my fiance, Don Scarpa Falcone, points a gun at me. The bullet grazes my ear. He sends me to prison himself, then gets engaged to my best friend instead. Before I'm taken away, the family butler begs him, "You raised her yourself. She's your fiancee. You can't just ruin her life like this!" "Break the rules, and pay in blood," he says, polishing his gun. "As for her future, I'll decide that later." Five years later, I walk out of prison. The entire Falcone family is waiting at the gate with him, as if my freedom were a handout. "Looks like you've learned your lesson. It's time to return and get back to work. Don't do anything stupid again," he says. I ignore him and walk straight to the stretch Lincoln behind him. The door opens. Chris Corleone, the king of the Aurelian underworld, raises his glass to me. "Welcome back, partner."

Avery lost everything the day her father betrayed the Silver-Ridge Pack. Branded a traitor. Blamed for her sister’s death. Sold to the very Alpha her father once betrayed. Lucian Draveth is blind. Merciless. A monster whispered about in fear. A man who sees Avery as nothing more than a property. But Avery refuses to submit. “You want a chance, Avery? Fine. Let’s play a game.” His voice was calm. “The main gate is half a mile through the forest. If you reach it and pass through before I lay a hand on you… you are free.” My breath hitches. “And if you catch me?” “Then you stop fighting and come back. Run.” Five minutes. Half a mile. One blind Alpha hunting her through the dark. Avery runs. Not because she believes she’ll win but because she refuses to break. The closer Avery gets to freedom, the more she realizes something is wrong. Lucian is hiding something far worse than cruelty. And when Avery learns why he refuses to let her go, revenge stops being enough. In a world where the Moon Goddess chooses mates, Avery must decide: destroy the monster or survive loving one.

Daniel and Stefany had been friends since childhood. They seemed inseparable, always spending time together, playing and having fun to create beautiful memories that they would remember in their adulthood. Especially when Christmas arrived, Daniel and Stefany always made appointments to meet at an old church in the village to spend Christmas Eve together by playing snowball fights, lighting fireworks and creating snowmen. As teenagers, they became more intimate and the seeds of romance began to emerge between them. However, because they were comfortable with a very close friendship. It made Daniel and Stefany deliberately keep their feelings of affection in their respective hearts. Until one day Daniel plucked up the courage to express his love for Stefany. But unfortunately the girl's family had moved to the city, and left the village where they had been living. Years passed, Daniel kept waiting for Stefany to return to the village. He always waited for the girl to come and meet him in front of the gate of a church every Christmas. But Stefany never came. What is Daniel's fate next? Will the man be able to forget his childhood love? Where has Stefany been all this time? Will they meet again? Curious about the continuation? Come on ... please read!

The housekeeper, who was always punctual, was late today. "Madam, I'm so sorry… dinner isn't ready yet. Please don't be upset with me…" "But this time, there was no helping it. I waited downstairs for over half an hour, and no one swiped in. I even called Mr. Gregory, but he didn't answer. That's why I'm late." My hand froze mid-motion as I was changing shoes, and a frown creased my brow. "Lydia," I said, "didn't I have Richard give you the access card?" Lydia Pendel froze, her face blank. "Access card? Mr. Gregory never gave me one." "Never?" I repeated. "Yes," she said, wiping the sweat from her forehead, her voice careful. "All this past month, I've been sneaking in whenever another resident opened the door, or calling Mr. Gregory so he could let me in. "Today, Mr. Gregory didn't answer at all, so I was stuck downstairs, feeling helpless…" That was strange. Because over the past month, the electronic lock on the front gate had clearly recorded swipes from that backup card.

The mock exam just finished. A beggar outside the school gate pointed right at me and said, "Zero points." I laughed. "The score for the top scorer in the college entrance exam always shows up as zero. Thanks for the blessing, I guess." The beggar gave me a meaningful look. "The top scorer in the college entrance exam will be your best friend. You'll actually get zero points." I just laughed. There was no way the school's top student would get zero points. As I was about to walk off, he pointed at my bracelet. "Score-Switching Bracelet. When she hands in a blank paper, you'll get zero points." I was taken aback. My bestie did give me this matching bracelet recently. I thought it would be a pain to wear because it would be uncomfortable when I write, but she insisted I put it on. I tried taking it off a few times but couldn't. Recently, my grades had indeed slipped, while my bestie's scores had consistently ranked first three times in a row... "What should I do then?" "Transfer it to a close family member. They can bear the misfortune for you." The beggar pointed at the boy coming to pick me up. "Like him." I turned around. Standing not far away, waiting for me, was my childhood friend.

After I got a second chance at life, I stopped bringing lunch to my wife, who had become the factory manager. She would leave for meetings through the south gate, so I would sneak around through the north. In my previous life, I knew she only married me with an ulterior motive, but I still fell for her. I thought I could warm her heart over time. However, Shirley Scott was always just polite to me, nothing more. When I tried to get close, she would hand me a book and say, "Read more so people won't look down on you." Once, with a bit of liquid courage, I hugged her. Yet, she just stood there, stiff as a board, and said, "It's what married folks do." Years later, as I was dying, I read her memoir and learned about how she felt trapped in our marriage, like being stuck in the mud. She hoped she would never have to be with me again in another life. That hurt more than anything. However, then, I woke up and discovered that I was back to when there were whispers about her and the factory's technician. This time, I did not make a scene. I just asked for a divorce.

All I wanted was to see my grandmother one last time. I booked the earliest flight out. I got to the airport early. I did everything right. It still wasn’t enough. At the gate, the agent barely looked at me before deciding I didn’t belong. One glance at my worn clothes, and I was already dismissed. “Flight’s overbooked. You’ve been moved.” Just like that. Meanwhile, the passengers behind me with designer coats, tailored suits, platinum status, walked straight through. No questions asked. No delays. Some even got help with their luggage. I didn’t have time to argue. “My grandmother is dying,” I said. “Please. If I miss this flight, I won’t make it in time. Can you at least ask if someone’s willing to switch? I’ll pay.” He leaned back, unimpressed. “People say that all the time,” he said. “And you? You expect me to believe it?” Then he smiled. “What, do you think your family owns this airline?” I stopped arguing. Stopped pleading. Wiped my tears and stood up. Because what he didn’t know was my family does own the airline.