Idol Memories

Bella Flynn lived her life of privilege. There was an arranged marriage between her and her childhood Friend, Michael Sean, and this made him to detest her, thinking she forced their parents due to her obsession for him. Jealous and filled with rage, Bella set out to destroy Mandy, her husband's lover and in the process committed many sins. But her sin caught up with her and she died and untimely death. But her story doesn't end there, she finds herself reborn with her memories intacts. In her new life, she is determined to avoid any path of destructions she had taken in her past life. "Like you've always wanted. Let's get divorced." She told her husband and he was shocked to the bone. She thought everything will be fine and they will separate but michael Sean is not making it easy as he is not ready to divorce. Okay then, she will be the most powerful socialite and later divorce her husband. But who is she Kidding, Michael Sean is not ready to divorce. "Mrs Sean, you are tied to me forever. Till death do us part."

"I can't do this anymore!" Easton cried, trying to break free from the man who had him pinned to the bed by his throat. ''It's been six years, Ilya! Six fucking years of abuse. When am I going to be free from you?" "Does it look like you have any choice?" Ilay smirked coldly. He produced his knife, wanting to carve his name into Easton's heart, so that every time Easton looked in the mirror, he'd know who he belonged to. "You either obey my every command, or watch as I ruin every last bit of the reputation you've toiled tirelessly to build. Don't push me too hard, East, or I'll unleash a storm that will render you breathless and begging for mercy and it won't be cute." As a pop star, Easton Reese had everything he had always hoped for: money, luxurious lifestyle, fame, and fans all across the globe who worshipped him like the idol that he was. But despite all this, Easton felt empty inside. Behind the happy smile he always wore on his face during the day, there was an excess of pain that he had to endure every night, in secret, where no one must know. Being punished for the crime his father had committed wasn't exactly what hurt him most; it was the fact that he was being punished by his childhood sweetheart, the same man he had once loved with all his heart.

How wonderful will it be to turn back time and undo some of our worst mistakes, right? She is sent back in time after being betrayed by the people she loved the most. To redeem her lost glory by moving on or to become a villain in her own story by seeking revenge. ******* A low, unbearable grunt escapes Margarita's lips as she peels her eyes open. Her solemn face was expressionless as she looked around. 'Where is she?' she thought, still scanning the place. Dressed in a beautiful white, glamorous wedding dress that had diamonds attached to every inch of the hem of the floating gown. She realizes a white veil is dangling from her hair. Bone-crushing pain shot through her spine as memories from her past came rushing to her head at once. A shrieking yelp escapes her lips as she clutches tightly to her head, trying to stop seeing those images. Their betrayals. Her lover and her older sister had teamed up to send her to the afterlife. Images of how she'd wholeheartedly loved them flashed past, slapping her on the face as her core twisted in misery. Her eyes were wedged with tears, and her heart was bleeding from regret. Even her best friend joined in on her demise. Oh! If only she'd realized earlier that it was all a facade. If only she were giving us a chance to return to Earth. But she knew deep down that it was all wishful thinking. However, "Your wish has been fulfilled, Lady Margarita, to redeem your lost glory or to return as a villainess for revenge." She hears a voice deep in her subconscious… **Please support this shameless author by voting for the book if you like it.**

Reina Carlo was forged by the Stingers, a shadowy organization that raised her to be a weapon. Her memories of a family—a mother’s face or a father’s embrace—were long lost, replaced by the harsh discipline and ruthless training of her surrogate family. To her, the Stingers were everything, until betrayal shattered the fragile foundation of her loyalty. Now, Reina walks the streets as the hunter, her mission deeply personal. A man who dared to strip away her last shred of innocence must face the consequences. Her scars are tools, her training a guide, and by sunrise, her vengeance will be complete. But each kill leaves a stain on her soul, no matter how she rationalizes it. She tells herself the trade is fair: she removes monsters, and the world lets her survive another day. Redemption and forgiveness don’t belong in her world—they are luxuries for those unbroken by life. Yet the nightmares persist, whispering of a stolen past and a family that might still exist. Did they abandon her, or did they think her lost? These thoughts claw at her resolve, forcing her to confront a truth she can’t bury: forgetting isn’t the same as letting go. Her pact with Marco Alessandro—a powerful, calculating man—only adds to her turmoil. Their marriage of convenience grants her the resources to find her family and avenge her past. But Marco’s unrelenting gaze and quiet intensity break through her defenses, challenging the walls she’s built. As vengeance, love, and identity collide, Reina faces a choice: cling to the darkness she knows or risk everything for a future she can’t predict. In this world of shadows and betrayal, Reina Carlo fights not just to survive—but to discover who she truly is.

Alpha Greval Vresso thought he had left the past behind. But when a woman bearing an uncanny resemblance to his late wife appears out of nowhere, Alpha Greval world is turned upside down. As memories long buried resurface, he finds himself drawn to the mysterious woman, unable to shake the feeling that there is more to her than meets the eye. He soon discovers that her appearance is not a miracle, but a sinister plot for revenge. As he delves deeper into her past, he uncovers a web of lies and deceit that threaten to ruin everything.

Sheryl Moran and Brandon Simrod had dated for three years, and been married for another three. They were practically inseparable, and Brandon loved Sheryl deeply. He was always gentle and considerate toward her. Everything changed when Sheryl received an anonymous text. Brandon had cheated. Initially she just thought it was a cruel prank - she never imagined she would witness him holding another woman, kissing her passionately. In that moment, all the beautiful memories and happiness from the past vanished. Sheryl plunged into despair. Later, Sheryl followed the instructions in the text message, and successfully gathered evidence of Brandon’s affair. She collected proof of him gifting his mistress a villa, bags, jewelry, and more. She entrusted the case to the top lawyer in Nexville, Steven Peterson, to represent her in the divorce lawsuit. When the truth came to light, Brandon desperately pleaded with bloodshot eyes, “Sheryl, I was wrong. I truly love you. Please give me another chance.” Sheryl was already thoroughly disappointed. “Your love disgusts me. Keep it to yourself.” - Among the elites in Nexville, everyone knew that Steven was a legal heavyweight, and an aloof and untouchable figure. Sheryl had always thought the same, but he was the person who told her, “I can help you heal. Will you consider it?”

Viviana experienced injustice from the Alvarez family, who uses power to exploit the people in their province, La Carles, the family of Simoun, her lover, and Alonzo, who loves Viviana, too. Both of them are the CEO billionaires and hot brothers fighting for the love of Viviana, an accountant turned lawyer. The Alvarez bankrupt them, leaving their acreage, and Governor Gerry Alvarez was the mastermind of Viviana's father's death. When her father died, Viviana became close to Simoun Alvarez, the eldest son of Governor Gerry Alvarez. A man who is unpredictable and untamed. He is very different from his family, he helps others but is very untamed, with a hot and masculine body, ocean-blue eyes, perfect physique, being an intelligent person and businessman, his family set him up for arranged marriage. Simoun, even on a five years age gap, can't help but want more and more of Viviana’s presence and love in his life. But Viviana on the other hand doesn't like Simoun at that time, and upon all things, they grew apart. Leaving behind their memories and old love, a love that is very passionate that it could burn their hearts with desire. A love that is faithful and one of a kind. Above all, Viviana wanted to give justice to her father's lost life and other people who suffered from Alvarez's slavery and injustice. She wanted to be an attorney and make the family pay for their crimes on the right terms. Simoun waited for Viviana all this time, only that Simoun became much more like a Greek goddess, handsome, hot, and passionate. He burned for love and make Viviana feel love all this time. But then, his brother, Alonzo, also loves Viviana. Who will win Viviana's heart, Simoun or Alonzo? Both are rich, hot, and handsome!

Roselyn found herself on a yacht in the middle of nowhere. She was on the verge of figuring out how she had gotten there when she realized that this yacht was filled with men with guns. And when she was requested to be seen by the 'boss', she wasted no time in accusing him of kidnapping her. "Who exactly are you to accuse me of kidnapping you? If you know you're not hungry and would like to ask very silly questions, you can take your leave. I'll ask Gato to return you to the room where you were held. " The boss, Alexander replied furiously. What bullshit! Like hell was Roselyn was going to believe that but she kept her annoyance in. But when the memories kept flashing through her eyes bit by bit, she realized Alex had been saying the truth all along. Being trapped on a yacht with a very sexy, caring and handsome man was not helping Roselyn's emotional state of mind. And when he finally housed her, protected her, and showed her love in beautiful forms before he confessed his love to her after she had found out the type of business he engaged in, Roselyn found it so hard to make a decision. Should she run away from him or should she embrace him with all that she had?

As a snapping sound filled the air loudly, a rumbling echoed through the cold air. As three Twister's formed . Around her and the earth parted. Aspen screamed, " please im sorry, I had no choice!" she screamed. Falling just on the edge of the split erth. Looking down into the earth's fiery core. Swallowing hard." Please... Please I'll make this right! " she begged. . The wind picked up, a voice on the breeze "Thier is no making this right." The voice was cold. As a bolt of lightning cracked in the sky was now made up of deep red clouds . The earth shook, cause Aspen grip to tighten the edge her form shaking violently at this point. " Please. I.. I can.. I can give them their memories back! " She held the edge for dear life trying to wiggle back further away from the edge. That won't fix the damage you've done to my son! " The earth shook. Aspen a blood curling scream was heard. As Another flash of light hit the sky but it showed in the shape of a skull. As blood rained from the sky. " Please goddess she begged, As she fell i the firey abyss. I can give them their memories.

Roger traveled across Terra, but not completely. The soul is inexplicably locked in a long-broken idol outside the civilized world of Terra. If you want to condense the body and obtain yourself, you must constantly obtain the power of prayer. But the statue is in no man’s land! Not even a person, let alone the power to pray. Roger had no choice but to disperse his consciousness into many items, scattered around the world, and acquired by many Terran girls. In order to condense the physical body, in order to stick to the girls. Roger inexplicably became their 'cheat codes'... Jessica: "Mr. Roger, will you always be by my side?" "Ah, yes, yes." Sora: "Mr. Roger, can you be my agent forever?" "Ok, Ok..." Roger didn't know how many times he had made this promise. Until the girls met...