Ily Day

Years after the ministry of the Disciples of Christ, men began losing faith and darkness plunged back into the hearts of men. The taste for power, the glory of strength and riches became god over men. Drunken with the rhythm to restore balance to the dying world, the Drokan clan and other groups rose to power all in the name of making the world a better place. In the chaos of the world, Elroy; a handsome young man, on his way in search of answers to his life finds himself in an obscure situation in the Western plains. Having lost his memories and captured, he is rescued by his child hood friend, Mira. After which both fled to the west-southwest plains were Elroy is introduced into Mira’s group, “Seekers squad”, from then dark secrets began unraveling as well as the terror of Elroy’s past.

My younger twin sister, Emma Lawson, is everyone's favorite because she is sickly. A snowstorm traps us on the mountain and the rescue helicopter arrives with room for only one more. I have terminal cancer and am ready to let Emma take my place. Then she suddenly clutches her head and cries that she feels dizzy. My whole family rushes to her side and together they push her into the cabin. My husband, Leon Ziegler, touches my fractured arm and says, "Sarah, you'll have to wait for the next helicopter." My daughter, Daria Ziegler, even throws a snowball at me. "Aunt Emma is sicker than you. Stop trying to take her spot." Only when the helicopter takes off do I see Emma pressed against the window, smugly sticking her tongue out. She has been lying the whole time. When I am finally rescued, the doctors tell me I have three days left to live. I decide to trade everything I own for a small piece of my family's affection.

On my birthday, the dining table was loaded with all my favorites. My mom had been cooking and baking the entire afternoon, insisting everything be perfect for when Mike got home from work so we could celebrate together. But then, he called and said his first love had been drugged at a bar, and he had to go help her. I stopped him and begged him not to go. Mike snapped at me. "Jesus, Em, don’t pull this jealous wife crap. She’s alone, defenseless, and unconscious—I can't let some random dude take advantage of her!" My mother heard those words and was so enraged that she had a heart attack. She died on the spot. Just like that, my mom died on my birthday. I called Mike, asking him to attend my mom's funeral. But before he could reply, I saw Cathy Miller's latest Instagram post, captioned: [Mikey… after all these years, it was always you.] Mike had liked it. My thumb moved before my brain caught up, typing out the only words that mattered: [A homewrecker and a lying bastard. Hope you rot together.]

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In the tenth year of my marriage to a genius pianist, I came down with a strange illness. A month ago, my husband missed my birthday party to care for his ailing sister-in-law. Night after night, I had waited for him to return home. But that night I forgot to wait at all and went to bed early. Half a month ago, he attended an important performance with his sister-in-law. I had always been petty and prone to jealousy, yet this time I didn't get angry. I simply went home in silence. Three days ago, I fell seriously ill with a burning fever. My husband rushed back from out of town in a panic—but only to tend to his sister-in-law, whose hand had been scalded. When we ran into each other at the hospital, I was strangely calm. I, who used to be fiercely jealous, felt nothing at all. I forgot the promise we had made to grow old together. I even forgot how he once fretted over me for days when I'd scraped a bit of skin. It wasn't until he said he wanted to bring his sister-in-law home and take care of her for the rest of his life that I—my memories riddled with holes—summoned the system at last. "I want to go home."

Walang magagawa si Stella kundi ang sumunod sa huling hiling ng kumupkop sa kaniya at tumayong ina na pakasalan ang kaisa-isa nitong anak. Mayroon itong malubhang sakit at may taning na ang buhay ngunit ang hindi niya inaasahan na ang lalaking anak nito—si Ace Alcantara—ang ama ng kaniyang anak. Apat na taon na ‘rin ang nakakaraan mag-mula ng magkita ang dalawa. Magagawa ba nilang lutasin ang problema sa nakaraan ng magkasama o hahayaan nila na lamunin sila ng nakaraan at tuluyan nang magkalayo?

*** "Hands above your head, you put them down and I stop pleasuring you," he says sternly. "Yes," I cry out at the brink of tears. "Yes, what?" he demands. "Yes, Sin," I mutter, my voice barely a whimper. Sin approaches, ravaging me. ** After stealing from Sinclair Declan Sorvino, the last thing Summer Remmington expects is to be caught by Sinclair. To save her best friends, she stays behind to keep traces off them. Sin decides to keep her for Ninety Days if she agrees to be his for that time frame, then she will be free. Summer knew this was a trap, but still, she said yes. Something that started as a pleasure connection grew into more and Sinclair craving Summer. Summer catches feelings but discovers that Sin wouldn't ever love her because he loved his face wife. Sin finds comfort in another lady than her and she thinks it is because she can't fit his taste. Sin just doesn't want to express love to another woman, especially after what happened to his last wife. Will Summer stand the test of love and make Sin see how in love she is with him and how grieving is OK? Does Sin fall for Summer? Read on to find out.

Matapos ang ilang taon na pamamalagi sa America, muling bumalik sa Pilipinas si Kiara, upang alagaan ang inakalang may sakit na mga magulang. Ngunit napunta s'ya sa kamay ng isang bilyonaryo at mafia boss na si Tristan Mondragon, matapos siyang gawing pambayad-utang ng kanyang mga magulang. At sa hindi inaasahan, muling nagsanga ang landas nila ng kanyang ex-boyfriend na nagtaksil sa kanya at muling humihingi ng kanyang kapatawaran. Magawa pa kayang takasan ni Kiara ang bagong masalimuot niyang mundo? O mananatili siyang alipin ng kanyang kasalukuyan at nakaraan? May pag-asa pa kayang mapalambot niya ang puso ng mala-leon na si Tristan?

“Isang gabi ng pagkakamali sa piling ng estrangherong asawa at isang gabing magpapabago sa kanyang tadhana.” ​Tatlong taon nang kasal si Elena sa isang misteryosong bilyonaryong si Dante Valderama, isang kasalang papel lamang para iligtas ang negosyo ng kanyang pamilya, at isang lalaking hindi pa niya kailanman nakita. Sa gabing desidido na siyang tapusin ang lahat, nagtungo siya sa hotel suite ng kanyang asawa para humingi ng diborsyo. Ngunit dahil sa alak at isang pagkakamaling hindi na mababawi, nauwi ang kanilang paghaharap sa isang mapangahas at mapusok na gabi sa dilim, isang gabing hindi nila alam kung sino ang kanilang kaharap, tanging init at pagnanasa lamang ang nag-uugnay sa kanila. Tumakas si Elena, bitbit ang takot at lihim ng gabing iyon. Ngunit para kay Dante, ang babaeng nagmulat sa kanya ng kakaibang pagnanasa ay hindi basta palalampasin. Hahanapin niya ito, kahit hindi niya alam na ang babaeng hinahabol niya ay ang asawang matagal na niyang binalewala.

Three months after Pete took his foster sister as his mistress, I terminated my marriage, chose to die on paper, and vanished from his life entirely. One quiet morning, I handed my child over to the nannies arranged by the family and walked out of the Rizzuto estate alone. Pete didn’t chase after me that day. He believed I would come back. Once I had calmed down, I would lower my head. The following spring, I was diagnosed with cancer. Standing in the hospital corridor, I suddenly remembered years ago— Pete had taken my hand and said, “You’ll be the finest Donna this Rizzuto family has ever had.” What pulled me back was not Pete. It was a letter from Sicily. Thin paper. Cold, rigid handwriting—the kind favored by old families who had ruled too long to bother with sentiment. “The heir has begun showing signs of emotional instability.” “Recent violent behavior has caused internal concern.” “There is disagreement within the family regarding the current Don’s judgment.” In the mafia world, there is only one reason the elders would bypass a man and reach out to a wife officially presumed dead— When the family itself begins to lose balance. So I returned. To the place I had once fled with everything I had. This time, there were no illusions. I no longer placed any hope in emotion. I was there only to fulfill the obligations of the family. I knew exactly how much time I had left. And I knew exactly what needed to be done. I became a proper Donna.