I Fell Into A Reverse Harem Game

"I want you back, Cali." I utter, looking at her eyes. "What?" Shock written in her face. "I want you back," She scoffs, "You must be gone crazy." "I'm serious. I want you back. I still love you, Cali..." She slaps me. "You want me back? Then you are a jerk! You left me. You left me here when you already made a promise that we'd always be together." The sounds of her crying and her broken voice broke my heart into pieces. "Sorry. I'm sorry, " After all, this is all I can say. My tears started to fell on my cheeks.

Left at the altar by her fiancé, film industry beauty Christine Ledesma, also known as Cassandra Mendez rebuilt her shattered life. Just when she thought she had finally gotten over him and turned over a whole new leaf, Marty Jacobs the infamous playboy billionaire showed up again to reclaim her. "Mommy, you're back." The little girl sweetly said. Marty came in and walked towards the living room. He put down Christine on the couch. The little girl was delighted to see Christine carried by Marty. The little girl held Marty's hand, looked up to him and spoke, "Mommy, is he my daddy?" The little girl's eyes were twinkling like the stars in the sky. Memories of five years ago came flooding her mind. Christine couldn't utter a word, for she was overwhelmed by the memories of five years ago. The little girl concluded that her mom's silence meant yes, the little girl spoke to Marty "Daddy, did you come back to take us with you?" Baffled, Marty couldn't speak and looked at Christine. Christine had regained her composure and said, "Cassie, sweetie, he is mommy's business partner."

I stumbled across an encrypted folder on my husband's phone, filled with photos of a little girl I'd never seen before. From newborn to first steps, sorted by month—two full years' worth. But the child in those photos wasn't our daughter. When I confronted him, he said she was a girl named Rosie from the children's home I sponsored. The director sent growth updates, and he'd been saving them for me. I never imagined that my warm, thoughtful husband would use my charity to spin a lie. Because every single photo was geotagged to the apartment complex next to his office. And the children's home was on the other side of the city. I didn't call him out right then. Because I wanted to know whose child she really was.

"You really not going to tell her?" I stop but didn't look in her direction. "What?" I asked although I know what she was referring to. I didn't want to tell her. This was something I was running from since beginning but the reality keep slapping it on my face. She stood and walked in my direction until we were face to face. She look directly in my eyes as if trying to read my dark soul. "That you belong to the same blood you hated the most." she said, her words loud with every word she spoke. "That you are a god." The thunder in the cloud matched the storm inside me. Esma's life changed completely when she finds out that she is mated to the cursed alpha, alpha Reed Xander. After a roller-coaster ride of rejection and heartbreak and constant fear of an unknown enemy, she still have new challenges and her own inner demons to face. "Everything is not what it seems like." The words of moon goddess were fresh in her mind. "There's a reason why I choose you for him, you are his destiny."

For the past three months, I've slept only three hours every day just so my team and I can create an app. Thanks to our hard work, the app goes absolutely viral to the point we've garnered over 100 million registered users on the first week of its launch. At the afterparty, my wife, Stacie Woodward, announces that her godbrother, Tory Frost, who's the PR manager, will be the one receiving the million-dollar bonus. She then tosses me a few 50% discount coupons that can be used in shopping malls as my bonus. "You're just a code monkey—why do you need that much money anyway? You can have these discount coupons. Use them on anything you want. At least buy some nice clothes for yourself. Don't go around wearing these rags. You'll just end up humiliating me more." I plead to her in a low tone, "Have you gone crazy, Stacie? My dad needs the money for the best medication in order to save his life! Can you please stop joking around?" But Stacie clings to Toby's arm, looking high and mighty. "Your dad's dying, isn't he? He might as well stop wasting the public resources! I can always choose him a better grave and hold a nice funeral for him when his time comes!" As I look at Stacie's smug face, I just smile at her instead of getting mad at her. She must have forgotten that the app's core algorithm and the user growth model are built using my private, undisclosed technology stack. That means the copyright is mine and has nothing to do with the company. I just smile while nodding at Stacie. That night, I activate the technology stack's self-destruct and migration protocols.

"I want my revenge. I'll do the contract. I don't care if you take my soul." "The rules are simple," the demon started, "I will be by your side, fulfilling your wishes until you've served your revenge. In exchange, I will feed on your soul, until nothing is left." -- Chris has been relentlessly targeted by a demon, attempting to corrupt him for several years. Despite enduring countless provocations, Chris has managed to maintain kindness in his heart. But everything changed when he faced the greatest adversity of his life. His parents died and he started discovering secrets that has been hidden for his own safety. Determined to avenge their deaths, he is willing to do anything, even if he has to gamble his own soul and strike a deal with a demon.

"Are you still afraid of me Medusa?" His deep voice send shivers down my spine like always. He's too close for me to ignore. Why is he doing this? He's not supposed to act this way. What the hell? Better to be straight forward Med! I gulped down the lump formed in my throat and spoke with my stern voice trying to be confident. "Yes, I'm scared of you, more than you can even imagine." All my confidence faded away within an instant as his soft chuckle replaced the silence. Jerking me forward into his arms he leaned forward to whisper into my ear. "I will kiss you, hug you and bang you so hard that you will only remember my name to sa-, moan. You will see me around a lot baby, get ready your therapy session to get rid off your fear starts now." He whispered in his deep husky voice and winked before leaving me alone dumbfounded. Is this how your death flirts with you to Fuck your life!? There's only one thing running through my mind. Lifting my head up in a swift motion and glaring at the sky, I yelled with all my strength. "FUC* YOU AUTHOR!" ~~~~~~~~~ What if you wished for transmigating into a Novel just for fun, and it turns out to be true. You transimigated but as a Villaness who died in the end. A death which is lonely, despicable and pathetic. Join the journey of Kiara who Mistakenly transmigates into a Novel. Will she succeed in surviving or will she die as per her fate in the book. This story is a pure fiction and is based on my own imagination.

The 99th time my fiancé, Draven, hung up on me, I dragged myself to the family's church, my diagnosis of end-stage renal disease clutched in my hand. "Father, I wish to renounce the Rocci family and break off my engagement to Draven Frost." The words had barely left my lips when my parents burst in with my adopted sister, Bianca. My father, the family's Consigliere, didn't hesitate. He slapped me across the face, right there in front of the priest. "Your fiancé is a respected Capo in our world, and you choose to insult him like this!" "You're dragging our family's name through the mud in front of the whole organization!" My mother snatched the diagnosis from my hand, sneering after a brief glance. "Playing sick for attention again, are you? What is it you want this time?" My adopted sister, Bianca, clung to our parents' arms, her voice choked with tears. "I'm so sorry, sister. You can have my place at the gala. Please, just stop making trouble for Mom and Dad!" I wiped the blood trickling from my nose and calmly repeated my words to the priest. "I am no longer a daughter of the Rocci family. I am not worthy of an alliance with the Frosts." "I will be dead in three days. I want this engagement broken before then."

I always think that all of his actions meant nothing but a friendly gesture. I always warn myself not to think too much about the way he treated me. I always think that I'm not that much of a significant girl to him. I used to think that it's okay to not think much because I don't want my expectation to be high because I'm sure the fall will hurt like a wench. I just don't really want to overthink about those things. But wasn't I already overthinking for the fact that I think to not overthink?

Lumaki si Syrie sa isang mundong kakaiba sa kung ano siya. Nabuhay siya na nakapalibot sa kaniya ay mga bampira. May matitilos na pangil, mahahabang kuko at mapupulang mga mata. Kakaiba sa dapat nakikita niya. Kakaiba sa dapat mundong kinabibilangan niya. Labis iyong pinagtaka ni Syrie na pinagtapat naman sa kaniya ng mga kinikilala niyang magulang. Napulot daw siya ng mga ito sa gitna ng gubat. Inabandona raw siya. Iminulat ng mga magulang ni Syrie ang isip niya na ang mga taong lobo ay kalaban.    Napatunayan iyon ni Syrie nang masaksihan niya kung paano pinatay ng mga taong lobo ang kinikilala niyang mga magulang. Ang mga taong lobong kagaya niya ang kumitil sa mga magulang niya. At buo ang puso niyang ipaghiganti ang mga ito. Hahanapin niya ang mga pumatay sa kanila. Hahanapin niya ang mga taong lobong may ukit na buwan sa kanilang mga braso.    Pero paano kung matagpuan niya ang lalaking pumatay sa mga magulang niya pero huli na dahil mahal na niya ito? Makakaya kaya ni Syrie na patayin ang lalaking minamahal o paiiralin ang pagmamahal na bumuhay sa buo niyang pagkatao?