Josh Dobbs Sickness

When my best friend died, his wife, Mia Lewis, was eight months pregnant. Mia said she didn't want her baby growing up without a father. I owed my best friend my life. He saved me, literally pulled me from death's door. So I stepped up, marrying Mia and raising their son as my own. Mia loved her career, so I quit mine. Traded my job for diapers and school runs. For seven whole years, I cooked, cleaned, folded laundry, and handled the housework. Rain or shine, sickness or health, I was there—every single day. Mia, though? She stayed cold, distant. Her warmth only surfaced in the bedroom—and even then, it was a flicker, never a flame. Just soft sighs and breathy murmurs, like she was playing a role she couldn't wait to finish. Afterward, she would quietly check the condom, as if she couldn't trust me. Then came New Year's Eve. A snap. A tear. A broken condom. Her fury struck like a thunderclap. She locked me out on the balcony, left me standing in the freezing rain, soaked to the bone as the wind howled like a wounded beast. Teeth chattering, I shivered as I watched the door like a dog, waiting to be let in. Then I saw him. Our boy, Ethan Bailey. Six years old. My son, at least in name. He came running with an umbrella in his hand. For a second, my heart leapt. 'Maybe, just maybe…' But he didn't even look at me. Just walked past in silence and handed the umbrella to the nanny heading out. Right then and there, something inside me cracked. I knew it was time to go.

In the Sinclair pack, I had always been different. Years ago, my grandfather saved the Elder’s life. To repay that debt, the Elder promised that one of his grandsons would become my mate. In my first life, on the night of the Blood Moon, he asked me, “Evelyn, who will you choose?” Blushing, I pointed to the brightest star of the tribe, Andrew Sinclair. But after our wedding, he kept me at a distance. I was confused—until one night, I opened the wrong door. Andrew was on one knee, clutching my cousin Clara’s portrait as if it were his lifeline. His body moved in a way that made my heart twist. My world collapsed. He had never loved me. His heart—his desire—had always belonged to her. Darkness swallowed me, body and soul. My husband lied to me and betrayed the oath we had sworn to the Moon Goddess. The cruel truth broke me, and sickness followed. I died with his child inside me—alone. But the moon gave me another chance. I woke again on that same night. The Elder smiled down at me. Four portraits lay before him. “Evelyn, tonight is your twenty-first rite. Who will you choose?” “You’ve always chased Andrew,” he said kindly. “It must be him—” “No!” The hall fell silent. “Grandfather… I don’t want Andrew.” In panic, I snatched a portrait. “I want him!” The boy on the page wore black. His skin was pale, his lips curved in a mad, crooked smile. William Sinclair. The sick wolf. The one everyone mocked. But I remembered how he had tried to help me find a good doctor. He was the only one who had cared about me when I was dying. And yes—this time, I chose him.

Nadurog ang puso ni Analyn nang matuklasan niya ang relasyon ng nobyo niyang si Josh at ng matalik niyang kaibigang si Cristina ilang araw na lang bago ang kasal niya sa binata. And the worst of all, binaliktad pa siya ng dalawa at pinalabas na siya ang nagloko para hindi masira ang imahe ng mga ito. Brokenhearted, she went to a resort and spent one week there to pick up the broken pieces of her life. Sa pananatili niya sa resort ay nakilala niya ang isang gwapo at matipunong lalaki— si Romano Silerio. Dahil sa labis na pighati ay nagpakalasing siya sa resort hanggang sa nagising na lang siya nang sumunod na araw sa hotel suite ng binata, naked and feeling the soreness in between her thighs. It was when she realized that she had a one-night stand with the man! Ang buhay niyang dati nang magulo ay sadya pang nagimbal dahil sa pagdating nito sa buhay niya. At may pakiramdam siyang mas magugulo pa iyon lalo pa't muling pinagtagpo ang mga landas nila ni Romano pagkatapos ng mainit na gabing pinagsaluhan nila sa resort. May tiyansa pa bang bumalik sa normal ang buhay niya ngayong may isang proposition na inaalok sa kanya si Romano? "Don't stay broken because of what your cheater boyfriend did. Forget him and just marry me instead..." Would Analyn accept it?

Nagmula si Yannie Ace Ruiz sa isang simple at payak na pamilya. Pangalawa siya sa limang magkakapatid. Wala sa bokabularyo niya ang pagkakaroon ng kasintahan, sapagkat abala siya sa kanyang pag-aaral ng mabuti, pag-aalaga ng mga kapatid, at pagtulong sa kanyang mga magulang. Bukod sa mga nabanggit ay abala rin siya sa pagiging fan girl ng 4SBLUE. Mahal na mahal niya ang nasabing banda at masayang-masaya siya sa tuwing napapanood ang mga ito. Kaya naman kuntento na siya at ayos lang sa kanya kung wala siyang nobyo 'di tulad ng kanyang mga kaibigan. But, not until he met Josh Rain Montez. Nakilala niya ang binata dahil sa naging online slash virtual friend niya na fan din ng 4SBLUE at iba pang mga kpop group. At mula nang ipagkatiwala niya ang puso niya rito ay nagbago na ang takbo ng kanyang buhay. Ang dating simple at payapa, ay nagkaroon na ng kakaibang gulo at saya. Malayong-malayo kasi ito sa inaasahan niya. Mayaman ang binata, nag-iisang anak, famous, habulin ng mga babae, gwapo, talented, sweet, at possessive pagdating sa kanya! Pakiramdam niya ay napakahaba ng kanyang buhok dahil patay na patay ito sa kanya. Na kahit hadlangan sila ng sibat o anomang bagyo ay nakahanda nitong ipaglaban ang pagmamahal para sa kanya. 'Yong dating sa mga libro lang niya nababasa, o 'di kaya'y sa mga drama sa telebisyon lang niya napapanood, ay nangyayari ngayon sa kanya. Will their love win overall?

I'm one of the rare Omega healers in our pack. My soul essence can fix pretty much anything. Alpha Damian promised me: "Give me your soul essence to keep Isolde's soul steady, and I'll mark you. You'll be my mate, my one and only Luna." However, he drained my soul essence for three solid years, all for Isolde, his childhood sweetheart who pretend to have this soul-fading sickness. Until I got pregnant. And the pack's High Priestess told me my soul flame was about to go out. To save my baby, I secretly cut off the essence supply. Damian found it out. He slammed me against a rock wall. "How dare you to pregnant?! Your soul essence is for Isolde! That’s the only reason you’re even here!" When Isolde found out I was carrying the Alpha's pup, her "sickness" got way worse. She even faked falling into an icy river, making it look like her soul was about to shatter. Damian even dragged my ten-year-old brother, Liam, to the Moon Goddess altar, trying to suck out what little soul essence he had. Just because Liam's soul essence was like mine, but purer. And when I wanted to get rid of the baby to save myself, he locked me in a deep cave in the wolf keep, ordered the High Priestess: "Keep her soul stable. Cut the puppy out. I want her to watch everything she cares about turn to dust." My soul stone was smashed to pieces. When I woke up again, I was back on the day the High Priestess told me I had a pup in my belly. This time, I touched my flat stomach and whispered, " I want to abort this child." " This time, I won't let Damien bully me anymore."

"Jett?" My voice trembled. "Shhh, Bunny," he murmured, tilting the bottle and pouring the liquor over my p***y. The cold sting hit my swollen folds, and I jolted up, gasping as the burn spread through me. "Ahhh—!" I nearly buckled from the mix of cold fire and his hot tongue as he went back to eating me. My body jerked off the table, chasing the torment I knew I couldn’t withstand. He pulled back, eyes dark, smirking as his tongue followed every drop running down my thighs. "F***," he groaned. "You taste even better with whiskey on your pussy." --- I thought my biggest mistake was crushing on Jason Maltideon—my best friend, the boy I’d spent my life yearning for—only for him to reject me the moment the Goddess fated me to him. But my real mistake? Giving myself to the wrong man. His twin brother—Jettison Maltideon. He’s everything I should fear: wild, reckless, a walking sin wrapped in leather and gasoline. The kind of man who fights too hard, drinks too much, and smirks like he knows exactly how to ruin me. I hate him. I hate that he looks just like the man who shattered my heart. I hate that he knows my darkest secrets—and doesn’t care. But most of all, I hate that when he touches me, I burn. Jettison wants me. He doesn’t take no, and he’s made it clear he’ll chase me until I break. Now, with the Moon Goddess pulling our strings in a storm of betrayal, forbidden bonds, and a sickness tearing our pack apart, I’ll have to decide— Is Jettison my ruin? Or the only wolf who was ever meant to save me? Note: Rated 18+. Dark romance, morally complex characters, and triggering themes.

My Alpha mate Derek secretly inherited his sister-in-law Sarah after his brother's death. On the surface, I was his Luna, but in reality, Sarah was the one who truly held his heart. He praised me as the most exceptional Luna, tasking me with caring for all pack members, yet when Sarah tended to an injured male wolf, his jealousy flared so violently that he bit off the poor wolf's paw. In public, he proclaimed me as his beloved Luna to the entire pack, while keeping Sarah hidden safely in the shadows. When enemy wolves kidnapped me after discovering my identity, I desperately reached out through our mind link, begging for help. His response cut deeper than any physical wound: "Olivia, Sarah is carrying my pup. We'll tell everyone it's my brother's son. I must protect her and the baby without leaving her side for even a moment." "Just endure for a few days. Once Sarah's morning sickness improves, I'll lead all our warriors to rescue you." In the days that followed, I sent countless pleas for help through our link, but received nothing in return. Eventually, our connection shattered completely. For an entire year, those wolves imprisoned and tortured me. They broke my hind legs and ripped out my fangs, stripping me of my wolf's dignity. Derek never came for me. When I finally escaped and stumbled back to our territory, blood-soaked and broken, I discovered my daughter locked in the silver prison where rogue wolves were kept. She was being torn apart as food, her small body covered in wounds. Meanwhile, my mate—my pup's father—was joyfully celebrating the first birthday of his and Sarah's pup, announcing that Sarah's child would become the pack's heir. Tears streaming down my face, I gathered my skeletal little pup in my arms. "It’s OK, sweetie. I'll find you a better dad."