How To Survive As A Terminally-ill Dragon Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Astrid Graves died loving the wrong man. She built the Riftclaw Pack beside Anthony, trusted him and defended him, loved him and gave him everything. Then she found out the truth. The mate bond was fake and the child she raised was never hers. When she stopped being useful, he allowed her to die in the hands of monsters while watching from his tower. Reborn weeks before her death, Astrid remembers everything. This time, she won’t beg for love. She won’t forgive. Anthony thinks she still belongs to him. He has no idea she’s already planning his downfall. And when the vicious Alpha King, Davian Thornevale, offers her a cold political marriage to reclaim her stolen birthright? Astrid doesn’t believe in fate anymore. But she’ll use every weapon she has, including a king who wants nothing to do with love to burn her enemies to the ground. The

Someone pushes me off a cliff when I'm eight months pregnant before taking their life on the spot. Meanwhile, blood pools underneath me as I'm rushed to the hospital. As despair washes over me, I hear Jacob Langley's voice come from outside my hospital ward. "Are you sure it'll work this time?" "Yes, Mr. Langley. Mrs. Langley has taken good care of herself during her pregnancy, but the branch pierced her belly. There's no chance of the baby surviving this, and she won't ever be able to conceive again." "Good. Make sure the culprit's family has been sent away. I won't let anything go wrong before the Adkins agree to adopt Clara." "Yes, sir. Still… why did you need to push Mrs. Langley off a cliff if you wanted to adopt Ms. Jennings' daughter? Mrs. Langley is kind; I'm sure she would've treated the child well." Jacob snorts. "What do you know? Why would Selene agree to adopt Clara if she had her own child? She'll only treat Clara as her own once she can't have children and leave everything she has to Clara. I couldn't marry Kaia back then; this is all I can do to make it up to her." The voices slowly fade away, but they reverberate loud and clear in my mind. I've spent six years by Jacob's side, yet all I've gotten in return are lies and betrayal. His so-called love for me is nothing but a trick to steal my inheritance for someone else. Since this is what he wants, I'll make his wish come true.

Claimed as the Wrong Bride: Tripicity Book One Octavia Maddox is a grey zone artist living rough in Tripicity, selling her work to survive. When mob boss Bastien Leclair arranges a contract marriage with Olivia Maddox to secure a political alliance against his rival Corporal, Olivia refuses and doesn't show up. A gallery mix-up, possibly deliberate, puts Occy in the wrong room at the right moment. She signs a contract she doesn't fully understand in exchange for a number that covers the warehouse she's been saving for. Bastien comes to collect. What follows is a chase through the grey zone, a count system of punishments for running, a fever that lands her in hospital, and a slow negotiation of trust between two people who don't trust easily. He moves her to the Alderton, his building, his world, and builds her a studio with north-facing light. She migrates to his bed without deciding to. They fall into something neither of them names. Meanwhile Corporal, operating as Mrs. Santoro, has been watching Occy through a hacked security feed and commissions a painting from her. The three-way power structure of the city tightens around Occy without her knowing it. The Meridian overstep begins destabilising the grey zone she built her life in. Bastien's attempt to secure her position legally through a Maddox family adoption explodes when he tells her without asking her first. She walks out. He sits in the room she left. Coming: the grey zone war, the Maddox meeting with Occy, Corporal's escalation, the truth about who engineered the signing, and whether Occy chooses to stay. Not because she has to, but because she wants to.

In her past life, Calla Greystone was the fat, awkward daughter of a disgraced Beta who sold her out for a pack alliance. Trapped in a miserable marriage to the cold and distant Alpha Lucien Thorne—who thought she was part of her father’s scheme—Calla was ignored, insulted, and cast aside. She gave birth alone, lived without love, and died in a tragic accident… or so everyone thought. But fate gave her a do-over. Calla wakes up on the same night her life derailed—the night she and Lucien were drugged and pushed into a mating scandal. Only this time, she’s done being a pawn. She stops her father from forcing a marriage, refuses to be Lucien’s regret, and walks away from a future she knows all too well. Can Calla survive the game long enough to rewrite the rules? Will Lucien finally fight for the mate he once failed? Or will the past devour them both before the truth comes to light?

We had been married for three years, yet my husband, Richard Thornton, who suffered from touch deprivation syndrome, still refused to consummate our marriage. Every time his condition flared up, he would only press his forehead tightly against the curve of my neck. I assumed he was saving himself for his first love, the woman who had left years ago. Then, I overheard him talking to his friends. "Stop teasing her next time. It makes her tense up every time." "Got it, Richard. But if you care about Valeria so much, why won't you touch her? It's been three years. Aren't you worried she'll leave you for someone else?" Richard shook his head. "You don't understand. The longer we're together, the harder it is to control myself around her. She's so delicate. I'm terrified I'll hurt her. As long as she's mine, I wouldn't care even if she slept with someone else first." His friends burst out laughing. "Richard, you're all talk. If you could really handle her being with another man, you wouldn't keep running to the hospital. You think we don't know what you're up to?" The next day, I found Richard's medical records. Visit after visit, he kept asking the same question, "How can I be gentler in bed? I don't want to hurt the woman I love."

I had been married to my husband for 27 years, but the love between us had faded long ago. Even our children could see it, and they were the ones who tried to persuade me to get a divorce. "Mom, you and Dad are still young. You still have time to pursue your own life." "Yeah, Mom. You shouldn't force yourself to live like this anymore. We'd support you if you got divorced." With their encouragement, my husband and I finally ended our marriage. My daughter even helped introduce me to someone new. Not long after the divorce, I began a new relationship. But just as I was preparing to remarry, my ex-husband suddenly sued me. He accused me of cheating during our marriage. My own children appeared in court and testified against me. They confirmed his accusations. No matter how hard I tried to explain, no one believed me. In the end, I walked away from the divorce with nothing. My new boyfriend and I were dragged through the mud online. [You shameless old woman. One foot in the grave and you're still chasing another man!] [At your age, you’re still getting divorced? Hope you and your little side piece stay together.] A few self-righteous, extremist internet vigilantes broke into my home. They tied my boyfriend and me to a bed, poured gasoline over us, and set us on fire. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day my children first tried to convince me to get a divorce.

I was prepping the ceremonial cloak for our seventh mating anniversary. The front door suddenly banged open. My son rushed inside, tears streaming down his face. "The teacher yelled at me," he sobbed. He shoved the wrinkled drawing into my hands before burying his face in my shirt. I smoothed out the paper to see what the drama was about. It was a sketch of a faceless woman titled: The Substitute Mom. My heart stopped as I read the scribbles underneath. "Daddy said she is the backup." "She does the chores but gets no wages." "The Real Mom is responsible for being beautiful and guarding the treasury." My fingertips turned ice-cold against the paper. My mate, Ethan, had just returned from a patrol. He kissed my forehead. "What did our pup draw?" The next second, his smile froze when he saw the content. His voice tightened, and he reached out to snatch the book. "He watches too many cartoons! He's writing nonsense!" I stared at the man I had shared a den with for seven years. He looked like a stranger now. If I was the substitute. Who was this beautiful real mother? And where had my true son been all these years?

Blurb Smoke. The same scent that long to the bed sheets the night I died, only this time when I opened my eyes the smoke wasn't from fire but from the Alpha's cigar and the reflection in the mirror wasn't mine. Pale skin and golden eyes, a frail Omega trembling under the dim light of the room stared back at me. “Lyra?” A voice snarled. “You still exist?” His hatred sliced through my soul and I winced and touched my stomach. I had died carrying a child once, I won't die again.

Samantha, a simple girl wants nothing than to be with her prince charming, but she was cheated by the people she called family. She was forced to carry a stranger's baby so they would gain fifty million dollars. As for her, she was never in their plan. She was kicked out immediately she delivered the baby. Her malicious step sister even snatched her boyfriend. Left with nothing, she flew out of Breaton City to start her life afresh. She even got a job as a cook in the Presidential residence. But why did she feel familiar with the little boy who is the son of the President? Just when she thought the boy had won her heart, will she fall....for his daddy too? "Rule No 1, you are not meant to touch my son! If you do that again next time, I will cut off your arms from your shoulders!" "Yes sir!"

At first, I was just an ordinary student who joined the inauguration of Taekwondo new members club. But I don't know what had just happened. Suddenly there is a mysterious object that drags my friends and me into a forest in the middle of nowhere. I realize this world is totally different from what I remember. So many oddities in this place. Starting from horned horses, meat-eating white rabbits, and three meters-tall giant mushrooms. Even though I don't believe it at all, I realize that I have become one of those oddities. My name is Anggi Nandatria. I'm a Haier-Elvian, a human-fairy mixed race that is very rare in this world.