I'm Ready To Be A Single Mother Original Mga Nobela at Kwento

CAUTION: This has MATURE CONTENT. Read only if comfortable with genres like this. 18+. Evan Hart's heart aches as he watches the man he secretly loves suffer from the disappearance of his fiancée who is also his older brother. It's even more painful because Evan knows the truth—His elder brother wasn't kidnapped; he ran off with someone else, abandoning everything. Unable to bear the sight of Nathan Collins, the man he loves, falling apart, Evan makes a desperate and unthinkable decision: to become a substitute for his brother. What starts as an attempt to be close to Nathan quickly spirals into a tangled web of passion, possessiveness, and deception.

When Ava Harrison hide behind the wooden drink cart, she never expects to hear her world unravel word by word. Married for three years to Marcus Moretti, the cold but captivating heir to an international luxury conglomerate, Ava has sacrificed everything, her dreams, her dignity, even her health—to love and support him. But the man she trusted has been lying. And worse? He's been doing it with her sister, Sophia. With a positive pregnancy test clutched in one hand and her dignity in the other, Ava walks away from the man who never truly saw her. But the world won't let her go easily. Not when she's carrying the Moretti twins heir. Ava disappears, not just from Marcus's world but from everything she's known. She changes her identity, finds unlikely allies—including a mysterious masked man with a dark past—and begins a quiet life in Canada. But Marcus refuses to let her go. As he unravels the truth—that Ava was the one who saved his life years ago, not Sophia—he spirals into guilt and obsession. But Ava is no longer the naïve girl who cried in silence. She's determined to protect her unborn children at all costs. And when fate forces her to cross paths with Marcus again, both are pulled into a storm of regret, revenge, and revelations that will tear their world apart. Love, betrayal, and the strength to rebuild— This is a rollercoaster of emotions, laced with secrets, seduction, and the quiet resilience of a woman who finally chooses herself.

My mother-in-law, Susan Thorne, was trapped in a fire, and her life was in grave danger. She called me for help. When I arrived, I saw a male actor, Maximus Lance, pouring gasoline onto the fire for a variety show’s effect. I tried to stop him, but he simply threw a lawyer’s letter in my face and said, “Who are you to mess with our show’s filming? I’ll sue you into bankruptcy!” I smashed the camera and yelled that someone was still inside. The male actor just lit a cigarette nonchalantly and said, “So? My wife is the fire chief. She’s the one who told them to light this fire. “Even if someone’s in there, it’s probably just a nobody. She can fix it.” I saw the ring on his finger. It was the ring I thought would be mine. I scoffed and dialed 911. “Hello? I want to report someone for deliberate arson and attempted murder at an abandoned factory.”

The ambulance’s siren blared as it sped toward the hospital. But an obnoxious power-walking mob blocked its path at the entrance of our residential area. As a result, the ambulance could not leave the area. I got out of the car to negotiate with that group of power-walkers. I immediately recognized that the woman who led the mob was none other than my mother-in-law, Miranda White. “Miranda, the illness of someone important to me has flared up. He’s in critical condition! “Please get these people to move and let the ambulance pass! Quick!” I was frantic with worry. But Miranda shot me a sideways glance and jumped to conclusions. “He should’ve died a long time ago! “He’s your father. What gives him the nerve to interfere in Caleb’s marital home?! If he’s sick, he deserves it!” Right after she finished her sentence, she waved her arms and called more people over. The number of people joining the power-walking mob continued to increase. They packed the road so tightly that it was completely blocked. When it became clear the ambulance could not possibly leave the area, Miranda shot me a smug glance. She picked up her phone and said in a coy voice, “Honey, what are you doing at home? Come down and join me for a power walk! Getting some exercise is what matters most for your health.” Inside the ambulance, the phone screen next to the patient lit up for a moment, then went dark again. It was not my father who had collapsed.

The day before the final round of Beta selection, I was poisoned with wolfsbane and locked inside my burning house. The fire spread too fast, and my weakened state prevented me from shifting. My wolf, Emma, screamed in my mind, but I couldn't escape. I clawed at the door as the flames seared my skin. When I was rescued, my body was covered in burns, my skin raw and torn. Outside the operating room, I heard my mother sobbing, repeating, “It’s my fault... I locked the door by accident... I never meant to...” Alpha David, my mate, called for every healer to restore me, but his cold words to my mother were chilling: “If Serina wasn’t so vain and selfish, I wouldn’t have had to do this. Becky was fragile, struggling with depression, yet Serina flaunted her success in front of her. This is what Serina owes her.” David’s actions were meant to pave the way for Becky to become Beta, but I was the one who suffered. He claimed to be treating me well, but destroying my health and future didn’t feel like care. I pressed my hand to my bandaged chest, the numbness spreading. Emma growled inside me, weakened by the wolfsbane. I no longer wanted the love of the mother who betrayed me or the mate who was supposed to protect me. I wanted nothing from them anymore.

Lois Marrok was never meant to live. Her stepmother and stepsister stole everything from her with a forbidden wolf-brothering ritual—her wolf, her mate, her destiny. They branded her a sinner, and her mate; the man who should have protected her cast her aside in disgust… Not recognizing their mate bond. Alpha King Karl, cursed and ruthless, made her his slave. Wolf-less, degraded, and unwanted, Lois became the object of his hate, his punishment, his pleasure. Until the torment became unbearable and she ran—swearing never to bow again. But fate was crueler than Karl’s hands. Lois carried with her the one secret that could shatter him—the heirs he believed he would never have. Six unborn children, the throne’s salvation, hidden in the womb of the woman he despises. Now Karl will hunt her. Not for love. Not for forgiveness. But to reclaim what is his—his heirs, his legacy, his power. And Lois will fight him. With her body, her blood, and the fire of a woman who has nothing left to lose.

​Thirty days before the world ends, Vivian is murdered by her fiancé. ​Marcus broke her knuckles, threw her into a freezing harbor, and watched her drown just to inherit her father’s locked fortune. But death doesn't take her. Instead, Vivian wakes up exactly one month earlier, her body intact. ​To exact her vengeance, she lays a brilliant trap, using her wealth to lure her murderous fiancé into building his "ultimate sanctuary" at the exact location she knows will be ground zero for a huge tidal wave. But her timeline is fracturing. The disaster is accelerating, and her father’s secret inheritance called the Aegis Protocol requires a secondary physical key held by Julian Cross, the cynical rich dude she hated and publicly ruined in her past life. But as the world collapses around them, the friction between her cold pragmatism and his fierce protectiveness sparks an intense, high-tension chemistry. Every brush of skin hints at a profound bond Julian doesn't yet understand. What begins as a transactional partnership rapidly evolves into a fierce romance forged in the middle of a dying world. ​Together, they must confront the ultimate unknown as the early floodwaters hit. Vivian soon discovers a devastating truth: Marcus survived the initial wave, turning into a ruthless warlord who is now hunting the biometric data in her blood. Surrounded by toxic acid rain and lawless raiders, Vivian and Julian must learn to trust each other completely. They aren't just fighting to survive the apocalypse anymore; they are fighting to protect a newborn love, rewrite their destinies and rule the old world together, making sure Marcus won't be a part of it. But something far worse and dangerous than Marcus, who killed her in her previous life, is hiding beneath the storm. And she can't escape from it.

Half a year after our divorce, my ex-husband became a trending topic online. His current wife, who had just given birth, jumped off a building. When she jumped, she was clutching a printed, 98-page copy of the "Cloves Family Code of Conduct." The reason for her suicide? She couldn’t buy discounted groceries online. A reporter came to interview me and asked, "Excuse me, were you also given the same family rules?"

In order to protect my father, I was tortured for ten hours, but my father was busy celebrating his adopted daughter’s eighteenth birthday. With my dying breath, I called my father and said, “Dad, it’s my birthday today. Could you wish me a happy birthday?” “You crazy monster! You got your mother killed in order to celebrate your birthday! How could you still ask me to celebrate your birthday? You should just die!” With that said, he hung up. The next day, my corpse was placed in different flower pots and put in front of a police station. My father was in charge of inspecting my corpse, and he could immediately tell that the murderer did this for revenge. What they did to me was cruel and made a mockery of the police’s authority. But he did not manage to tell that the deceased was the daughter he hated.

My fiancé’s first love Chloe had returned. Rumor had it she’d been overseas, treating some rare disease. I hadn’t believed it—until the day she showed up at my engagement party. And I watched as the man I’d been hopelessly in love with since I was sixteen left our party with her. “Wait for me,” Nathan said, “She is fragile. I need to make sure she is well.” He ignored me, but accompanying her to everywhere. I threw away the rings, trashed the wedding gown. When I was pale and trembling from a heart failure later. Nathan finally showed up. “Don’t you dare die on me, Emily,” His hands were shaking. His voice cracked. “We still have a wedding.”