It Ends With Us A Novel

Sky Isabelle Honralez Bustamante, a beautiful and intelligent heiress. She is every woman’s envy. But behind that glamorous exterior is a very lonely princess who lived her life just to please her father. She even gave up her own dreams para lang makuha ang attention nito. And then one day, she fell from grace, hard. But Sky had enough. She got fed up fighting and decided to run away. With no destination in mind, she packed her bags and left everything behind. Miguel dela Cruz: komikero, matikas, at higit sa lahat, ubod nang gwapo. Actually, he could pass as a Calvin Klein/Armani model. Idagdag na rin natin na pang toothpaste commercial pa ang ngiti nito. Ang isang kagaya nito ay nababagay sa mga cover magazines at runway fashion shows. May mga pa-english-english pa kuno itong nalalaman. Ngunit sa likod nang magagandang katangiang tinataglay nito nagtatago ang misteryong bumabalot sa buo nitong pagkatao. The beautiful heiress and the handsome country bumpkin. One is trying to run away from her past while the other is being chased by his future. These two are in for a serious turmoil of emotions. Sky is trying to keep her distance. She builds up walls around her dahil alam niyang masasaktan lang siya and she doesn’t know if she can handle it. And Miguel, the man who’s a push and pull, but is always there to catch her when she feels like she’s falling. They are like magnets being drawn together, hanggang sa wala na silang takas. But just when everything is about to fall into place perfectly, saka naman sila naisipang paglaruan nang tadhana. Their past and future caught up to them at sa isang iglap nagbago ang lahat. Mahanap pa kaya nila ang daan pabalik sa isa’t isa?

Four years ago, Harper Lane swore she’d never fall for a hockey player—especially not him. Logan Shaw was everything she promised herself to avoid: arrogant, talented, and allergic to anything resembling feelings. Back in freshman year, he was the rising star of Hartwell University’s hockey team. She was the quiet girl who saw through the charm and walked away before he could bruise her pride. Now it’s senior year, and Logan is co-captain of the team, living in the infamous Ice House where parties, hookups, and rivalry rule. He’s got NHL scouts watching, his best friend as captain, and a reputation that keeps him safely unattached. He likes it that way—until Harper steps back into his world, no longer the shy girl he remembers. She’s confident, smart, and infuriatingly composed—President of her sorority and laser-focused on grad school. Harper doesn’t have time for Logan’s games. But when campus tradition forces their worlds to collide, the line between old tension and new desire starts to melt. What begins as banter and rivalry turns into something that neither of them planned—and something Logan isn’t sure he deserves. Because breaking the ice between them means letting her see the cracks underneath the surface. And Harper knows that once she lets him in, there’s no going back. It’s the last year, the last chance, and maybe, just maybe, the last time they can pretend not to care.

Mark was everything to Alexa, and when he lost his job and mobility, she never left his side. She loved him, fought for him, and kept him from drowning in despair. Then, a powerful conglomerate gave Mark a second chance—paying for his surgery and making him rich. And just like that, he discarded the one person who had stood by him. "I'm saying we should get a divorce. I don't feel the connection anymore." Left with nothing, Alexa refused to break. She rose higher than ever, building an empire of her own. Now, Mark watches in regret, desperate to have her back. But will she ever let him in again?

My husband slept with my best friend, then hit me with divorce papers all within a day. So I ended up in bed with his father–didn't realise it at first, but now his dad's handed me a contract: be his consort and I get my revenge. Who am I to turn down fate? Dahlia Dalmante has spent five years fading into the background of her own marriage–always loyal, always silent, hiding the filthy fantasies she only ever had about her husband. None of them mattered. By the time she discovers him in bed with her best friend, she realises she was never more than a place holder to a man that never wanted her. That night, Dahlia ends up in a dark bar and lets herself do the one thing she swore she never would: leave with a stranger. But the night doesn't end in regret. The stranger–commanding and older–pushes her to the edge, and she lets go of everything she thought she knew about her body. By sunrise, everything is different. Her one wild night? Turns out he's Dominic Dalmante–her husband's father. The real power behind the Dalmante empire. When Dominic steps in to save her from ruin, Dahlia finds herself locked in a game of raw heat and high stakes: he'll give her revenge, power, protection–if she gives herself to him, body and soul. The deeper she tumbles into Dominic's world of contracts, secrets, and dangerous demands, the more Dahlia learns just how far desire can twist. And when the past explodes and blood-stained secrets threaten everything, does she really want to pull apart all the ugly secrets piling up around her, or just get lost in the kind of wild pleasure her marriage always kept out of reach?

Calista Ivy Castillo made a huge mistake by accidentally entering an alternate world where she doesn't belong; it may have the same name as her country, but it's totally different from where she came from, from its cultures down to its places. It all started one night when Calista saw a lady who looked precisely like her from head to toe, and for no apparent reason, they both couldn't stop themselves from attacking one another when their eyes locked. Calista killed her doppelganger from another world by accident. And with a single gust of wind, she finds herself in another world-the world of a woman she murdered. In the blink of an eye, she transforms into a princess who must marry a cold but attractive prince named Theodore Mason Fuentes in order to save their kingdom.

Lake is the new girl in town, she meets the quiet boy. A typical love story. Except she had friends in her mind that she talks to, and he isn’t quite who he says he is.

I am Alpha Alexander's fated mate, and I am meant to be his luna. However, no one ever discovers this secret for six whole years. Why? That was because I am a lowly Omega. Alexander Smith believes that I deliberately got him drunk and is using our child to ascend the ranks. He doesn't even let our son call him "Dad." For his sake, I shed blood and sweat for six long years. I am an Omega, yet I am working harder than any other higher-ranked werewolf. I take on every dirty, exhausting job for the sake of his pack. I take the lead and charge ahead in every dangerous mission. Until that negotiation… I fall into a trap set by an enemy pack and almost lose my life. I wait and hope desperately as I writhe in my hospital bed. My wounds heal slowly, but Alexander never comes to see me. Instead, he goes to his first love, Vivian Anderson. The day I recover, I walk into the Elders' Council and submit my request to leave the pack without hesitation.

On the third day after my death, Eliza Sutton received the call to claim my body. She was resting in another man's arms. She said nonchalantly, "He's dead, huh? Just cremate it and call me afterward." My body was fed to the flames and reduced to ashes. When the staff were done, they contacted Eliza again. Irritation flashed in her eyes as she snapped, "I heard you. I'm on my way."

My husband was ruled by his obsessive-compulsive disorder, enforcing rigid schedules that governed our household. On our daughter's birthday, he and his assistant showed up late. The girl, who mirrored her father's need for order, wasn't upset. She just smiled and invited them to cut her cake. My heart shattered as I watched their cream-covered faces and joyful photos. The next day, I handed him the divorce agreement, confusing him. "Just because Edith didn't cut the cake with you?" "Yes."

At the party for our first wedding anniversary, I hit the floor—face-first on a red carpet, gasping like a fish out of water. Carlo Pipino, my husband, had his arm draped around Gianna Verde, his childhood flame, sipping champagne and laughing. Gianna knew I was allergic to nuts. So, obviously, she bathed everything in hazelnut dressing. One bite and boom—my throat locked, my lungs lit up, and hives popped like confetti. I reached for my allergy meds—came up with a fistful of melted M&Ms instead. Gianna laughed when she saw my face. "Surprise! Carlo swapped your meds. Seriously, Siena, one nut? Dramatic much?" I slid off my chair, wheezing, while the crowd placed bets on how long my "performance" would last. "Carlo... my meds..." I croaked. "Please. I'm gonna die." He sighed, annoyed. "God, you're so dramatic. Why do women always play dead for attention? You know I love you. Just stop this show already." Right then, my heart shattered faster than my lungs could. I stopped begging. Hit the distress signal. Called my real family.