Hidden Leaf Village

At the Davenport family dinner, I arrive wearing the same dress Tucker Davenport's true love once wore. His face darkens immediately. He glares at me coldly and orders that my dress be burned on the spot. "Damn it, Willow, can't you show a little self-awareness? Shelby might be too naive to notice, but there's no way I'm letting you appear like this in front of her." The intense heat rushes toward me as the flames consume the fabric. A sharp, burning pain shoots between my legs, crashing over me like a tidal wave. The pain drags me under, but I suddenly jolt awake, barely able to gasp a plea for mercy. Tucker doesn't spare me a glance. He simply turns away to help Shelby cut the cake. Days later, he finally remembers I exist. "As long as you behave and don't bother Shelby again, you'll still be Mrs. Davenport." I stare at the burns on my legs as my tears dry up. I refuse to beg any longer. I'm done being Mrs. Davenport.

Charlie Wade was the live-in son-in-law that everyone despised, but his real identity as the heir of a prominent family remained a secret. He swore that one day, those who shunned him would kneel before him and beg for mercy, eventually!

Uri is a descendant of the vampire king. A human family raised him. When he was living happily with his family, an organization called Red Leaf found him and wanted to kill him. After escaping death, Uri learned about a community of people like him; they were hunted by the Red Leaf organization and driven to the brink of destruction. So what is the Red Leaf organization? What does Uri do to find a way to survive?

Reading and studying history was Aimi Allecxiannie’s primary source of excitement in her mundane life. One day, the unexpected happens— she is transported into the body of Avery Allecxiannie Lopez, a general’s daughter who happens to be engaged to a man she despises. It’s 1942, and the Japanese forces have just begun to conquer the Philippines. Will Aimi be ready to look Death in the eye or will she give up? Will she find love in the midst of a war? Will she forever be stuck in Avery Allecxiannie’s body? What happens when a 21st-century history major gets transported to the body of a 1940’s woman in the dawn of the Second World War?

Secara tak terduga Litha menerima lamaran dari pria yang pernah hadir satu malam dalam hidupnya. Awalnya Kalandra hanya ingin bertanggungjawab pada Litha yang tak lain adalah ibu dari putrinya. Setelah setahun tinggal bersama, Kalandra mengutarakan perasaannya. Namun, Litha akhirnya mengetahui Kalandra menutupi sesuatu darinya. “Apa kamu masih memikirkan masa lalu?” “Tidak, Litha. Aku sudah melupakan masa lalu jauh sebelum aku menyatakan cintaku padamu.” “Lantas kenapa butuh waktu selama itu buat kamu untuk mengatakan kebenaran sama aku? Kamu bikin aku mikir kalau kamu masih terbayang masa lalu kamu sama Indira.” Benarkah Kalandra mencintainya? Atau pria itu hanya ingin mempermainkan Litha?

Kanya Arundhati, a horror-thriller novelist on a well-known platform. Kanya a beautiful woman with natural red lips, always had nightmares every time she wrote a murder scene, then a man in would appear into her dream and whisper the words, “Make a wish.”In the recurring dream, Kanya will the man in .Kanya herself did not know who this man was until the face of the man in her dreams appeared in real life.What will Kanya do to avoid that man, and who is the mysterious man in her dreams? Is it the same person?

Sa Charlie Wade ay ang manugang na nakatira sa bahay ng kanyang asawa na kinamumuhian ng lahat, ngunit ang kanyang tunay na pagkatao bilang tagapagmana ng isang makapangyarihang pamilya ay nanatiling isang lihim. Sumumpa siya na isang araw, ang lahat ng tao na nanghamak sa kanya ay luluhod sa kanya at hihingi ng awa sa huli!

On the day of the SAT exam, my girlfriend’s childhood friend, Benedict Casper, forgot his admission ticket at home. She insisted on retrieving it for him, but I begged her not to go. In the end, Benedict missed his final chance for taking the exam and, overwhelmed by despair, he jumped to his death. Years later, my girlfriend, Ella Simpson, and I graduated from Whitmore Institute of Technology, landed high-paying jobs, and built a picture-perfect marriage. But on the anniversary of Benedict’s death, she stabbed me repeatedly, her voice trembling with rage, “You killed him. If I’d gotten his admission ticket, he would’ve never jumped.” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the exams. Ella’s frantic voice rang in my ears, “I have to go back, Dominic. I need to get Benedict’s ticket!” This time, I smiled and said, “Go ahead. Be careful on the way.”

For the ninth time, my wife chose to have an abortion for the sake of her ailing first love. This time, I did not stop her. Even when my grandfather flew into a fit of rage, his heart faltering as he called me a disgrace to the family, I stayed silent. The truth was that I had already decided to divorce her. In three days, I'd be leaving for Westmarch to begin my research. Until then, I have decided to grant her every wish. If she wanted me to hand over a promotion so her first love could take the credit, I gave it up without hesitation. If she wanted to bring him home to rest, I vacated the master bedroom on the spot. She beamed with satisfaction, praising me for finally learning to be "sensible." She promised that once he recovered, she would give me a child of my own. However, what she did not know was that there would be no next time.

My mother was asking me and my sister to choose the man we wanted to marry. My sister, surprisingly, did not choose the gloomy STEM student she spent four years pursuing. Instead, she went for the rich but infamous playboy. Shock colored my mother's face. "I know he's rich, Joan, but what if you get all known and unknown STDs? I thought you loved Gil. Are you sure you're making the right choice?" That did not sway my sister's mind. That alone told me what I had been suspecting all along. Like me, my sister was reincarnated. In our previous lives, she happily married Gilbert Terrason, but he left her on read for ten long years. His cold treatment drove her a little gaga. That playboy, however, stopped his philandering lifestyle for me and loved me like his life depended on it. He gave me all his riches, and we became the model couple everyone wouldn't stop talking about. Then, it happened during the ball. On my tenth wedding anniversary, my sister, consumed by rage, burned us into cinders. Here we were, on our second chance in life. This time, I took Gilbert's hand. "No takebacks, Joan. Don't try to do a third take." My sister snickered. "As to you. This time, all the love in the world is coming to me." Ah, yes, love. Joan still did not get it. Love was the most unreliable element in any marriage.