How Old Is Spooky From On My Block

Kehilangan, pengkhianatan dan kehancuran berturut-turut menderanya, hingga terpaksa membuatnya menutup diri dan hatinya dari dunia. Akan tetapi, kedatangan seorang gadis dengan cara yang tak terduga, mampu memutarbalikkan hidupnya yang sempat menghitam. Kini, cintanya ia persembahkan untuk sang gadis. Sayangnya, masa lalu kelam sang gadis menyulitkan mereka berdua untuk bersatu. Sanggupkah dia menjalani segala rintangan untuk dapat bersama dengan belahan jiwanya?

Single at thirty-five, Sylvia Dimaculangan is been passionately working for several years as a Executive secretary of the Ledesma Company. And the newly appointed CEO, dashing and mischievous, Troye Matthew Ledesma. Now that she has to work with the current heir who is five years younger than her, Sylvia faces chaos. She just then realized, she's not getting younger anymore. She wanted to live her life to the fullest and lastly to find someone to be with until the rest of her life. So she decided to quit her toxic job. Will Troye be able to continue his life as CEO without his so called old maid secretary?

Tinkasan ni Naomi ang impyernong bahay na kinalakihan niya. Buong akala niya ay magkakaroon na siya ng kumpleto at masayang pamilya nang may umampon sa kanyang mag-asawa. Ngunit isang sindikato pala ang mga ito, pinalaki, pinag-aral, at binihisan siya ng mga kinalakihang magulang upang pagkakitaan. At bago pa tuluyang masira ang buhay niya, buwis buhay ang pagtakas na ginawa niya palayo sa mga ito. Sa di inaasahang pagkakataon, nakilala niya si Conrad, isang simpleng construction worker. Binigay niya ang sarili niya sa lalaking unang beses niya pa lamang nakita at nakilala. Natagpuan na lamang niya ang sarili na nagpaubaya sa lalaking estranghero sa buhay niya, dahil hindi niya maatim na ibenta siya ng mga sindikatong umampon sa kanya at higit sa lahat hindi niya kayang lunukin na kung sino-sino lang ang gumamit sa katawan niya. Ang buong akala niya ay iiwan na niya ang lahat ng iyon sa paglayo niya, hanggang sa isang araw ay nagkrus muli ang landas nila ni Conrad. Ang simpleng construction worker na nakilala niya ay inaalok siya ng kasal upang matakasan ang mga babaeng naghahabol dito.

For the 23rd time, I'm left standing at the altar as Jace Larkin hurries off because his foster sister, Celine Keaton, threatens to end her life again. The guests mock me, saying that we'll never tie the knot and attending our wedding will bring bad luck. I tune them out, holding on to Jace's promise that he'll come back and marry me. I buy his promise yet again, only for him to prove me wrong one more time. After I clean up the mess and pacify the angry guests, I reach home in the middle of the night. While passing the study, I hear Jace's voice. "Cece's always been mentally unstable. Of course, I have to stay with her. Regina will never leave me, even if I postpone our wedding a hundred times." Sorry, Jace, but I'll have to disappoint you this time. Blinking back tears, I unlock my phone and text my childhood friend, Clement Halloway. "Let's get married in three days."

Difficult to get along with the in-laws, constant arguments with the only brother-in-law, worsened by the man labeled as her husband... it's like having your head detached while your toes are being tickled, making Samanta Kiehl constantly cultivate patience. Until her sincere love is rewarded with a divorce letter. Her question always spins in her head. Is this luck or misfortune for her? But Samanta remains Samanta. She lets it all resonate in her life. She believes that payback will come. Someday, there will be a life and a new man whom she will tread with tranquility. But when? Isn't human patience supposed to have its limits?

In Valeburn, Atlanta’s most dangerous block, power doesn’t pass hands—it’s taken with blood. And no one understands that more than Jayce Navarro, the razor-sharp kingpin who built his empire brick by brick, silence by silence. He rules with cold precision, a name whispered like a gun being cocked—until the ghost of his past returns with vengeance on his breath. Eli Mercer is no longer the soft-eyed teen Jayce once kissed beneath the chapel steps. Fresh from the feds and wrapped in scars, Eli returns to the block with one purpose: burn down the throne that forgot him. But when fate—and the city’s shifting underworld—forces them into an uneasy alliance, old feelings smolder beneath their armor. Lust tangles with rage. Loyalty with betrayal. And love? It’s the most dangerous weapon of all. As enemies circle from the inside and the state threatens to dismantle Jayce’s entire operation, he and Eli must decide what’s worth saving—their empires, their reputations… or each other. But in Valeburn, every crown is cursed. And every favor comes with fire.

Iris Glover and Stanley Stein shared seven years together—three of dating and four of marriage. Their relationship unraveled when Stanley chose to believe the homewrecker and prosecuted Iris in court himself. The question, "Do you plead guilty?" shattered Iris' heart. She fought fiercely in court, proved her innocence, and exposed the homewrecker's true nature. Upon her acquittal, she told Stanley, "Let's get a divorce." He replied, "Don't you regret it, Iris," believing she was merely throwing a tantrum. When they crossed paths again, Stanley asked, "Have you come to reconcile?" Iris retorted, "Being so delusional is an illness; seek help." Every time she got mad, she always went back to him once she calmed down, but not this time. It wasn't until Iris emerged as a successful lawyer standing opposite him in court that Stanley realized she had changed; she no longer belonged to him. In a moment of desperation, he pleaded, "Iris, I still love you. Please come back to me." Iris, now strong and resolute, replied, "The reason I improved myself is thanks to you, not for you. Mr. Stein, please step aside; don't stand in my way."

I sacrificed my legs to marry my cousin’s boyfriend, but they replaced me with a different bride on the wedding day!

Grace Anderson is a striking young lady with a no-nonsense and inimical attitude. She barely smiles or laughs, the feeling of pure happiness has been rare to her. She has acquired so many scars and life has thought her a very valuable lesson about trust. Dean Ryan is a good looking young man with a sanguine personality. He always has a smile on his face and never fails to spread his cheerful spirit. On Grace's first day of college, the two meet in an unusual way when Dean almost runs her over with his car in front of an ice cream stand. Although the two are opposites, a friendship forms between them and as time passes by and they begin to learn a lot about each other, Grace finds herself indeed trusting him. Dean was in love with her. He loved everything about her. Every. Single. Flaw. He loved the way she always bit her lip. He loved the way his name rolled out of her mouth. He loved the way her hand fit in his like they were made for each other. He loved how much she loved ice cream. He loved how passionate she was about poetry. One could say he was obsessed. But love has to have a little bit of obsession to it, right? It wasn't all smiles and roses with both of them but the love they had for one another was reason enough to see past anything. But as every love story has a beginning, so it does an ending.

With a bag of vegetables gifted by the previous tenant in hand, I was on my way to collect rent from the third household when I unexpectedly ran into someone at the entrance of the community. The man frowned, his eyes fixed on the vegetables I carried, as though he couldn't fathom how I had ended up like this after leaving him. Following his gaze, I instinctively shifted the vegetables behind my back. My eyes dropped to the muddy water on the pavement, and I never would have imagined bumping into my ex-boyfriend—the one who had grown up with a silver spoon—in this aging neighborhood. He noticed my movement, and for a moment, something flickered in his expression: a mix of pity and recognition. "Since you've already learned your lesson," he said, "come back with me." At his words, I instinctively stepped back half a pace. "Who said I'm going back with you?" My rejection seemed to sting, darkening his face. "I know you're still blaming me for giving Rachel a child," he muttered, "but it's been three years. Isn't it time to stop? As long as you come back, we can be the same as before." Three years, huh? How quickly time had passed. Thinking of my little girl at home, still babbling her first words, I couldn't help but smile and shake my head. "Let's leave it at that. Go home and live your life with Rachel. My daughter's waiting for me to go back and make her food."