Junjie Name Meaning

My name is Rayna Giancarlo and I’m many things. I’m an abused daughter, the school ridicule, the abused fiancée, the vengeful daughter, the bitter niece, the runaway wife. But not for much longer. I won’t always be a victim. Soon I’ll rise up from the flames like a Phoenix and then I’ll burn everyone who had ever wronged me to ashes.

Maria Christina Carvajal famously known for her screen name Christine Carvajal is a phenomenal superstar, ngunit matapos ang isang masalimuot na eskandalo ay napilitan si Christina na makipaghiwalay sa on and off screen partner na si Andrei. To give herself a break ay bumalik siya sa Poblacion, ang lugar kung saan siya nagsimulang mangarap.

A redhead lady was found in the woods lying unconscious and naked. As she woke up in the forest surrounded by beautiful men with pairs of sharp fangs and spectacular abilities. Only to find out that she remembered nothing but her name and that her life is cursed. Will she be able to recover her lost memories? Perhaps, maybe she will end up dying without knowing about her past?

It was the third year of my secret relationship with Garrett, my Alpha brother's best friend. Marcus laughed and nudged Garrett playfully. "You've been with that little mate of yours for three years now. When are you going to introduce her to the pack?" I pressed myself against the doorframe, my heart racing. Had my brother figured out our secret? Garrett just laughed it off. "What mate? Just some crazy she-wolf who won't leave me alone." Marcus caught sight of me and grinned. "Sage, you see this? Never pick a mate like Garrett here." "Takes everything a female offers but won't even acknowledge the bond." Just then, more of Marcus's friends arrived, and they joined in the teasing. "Your brother's right, but Garrett's had his heart set on someone for years." "What was her name again? Oh right, Aria. She's returning to the pack soon." I'd heard that name before - Aria. But Garrett had never told me she was his true love.

My breathing rate slowly increased on seeing his outstretched hand, and out of my gritted teeth, I asked, "Did you poison this food?" There was no slight change in his face as he answered me coldly, "I would rather choke you to the bed with my bare hands, Senorita. That way, you'll curse out my name" My eyes dimmed for a moment. Was this devil in an armani suit still talking about murder? "Now, open your mouth!" He commanded and my stomach rumbled in protest. My lips vibrated and I tried to hold the hot tears forming inside of my eyes. I couldn't stay longer with this hunger. As long as I'm not submitting to be his slave then I could come to a compromise. .. .. Her name is Sofia Di Marco; surviving heir of a powerful mob family. After a decade of hiding from the Italian government She finally steps out to start a new life but she bumps that new life into a mystery billionaire man who turns out to be the King of the New York Underground. That was his identity, but to her, he was Mr. Pompous; the raging green-eyed Devil in an Armani suit.....

They say the devil wears a three-piece suit. Mine wore a ring stamped with a golden lion, the symbol of the Ricci mafia. It was on a night of fire and ashes that my life changed. My name was Alaya, and I was just a girl among many others, born in the alleys of a neighborhood where poverty poisons you from the cradle. My mother, sick, had only me... and the debts. That night, they came. They knocked on the door. Three men in black. Not a word, just an envelope, and a chilling phrase: — "Your daughter is still a virgin, isn't she? The boss pays dearly for that." I had no choice. His name was Santino Ricci. Cold. Magnetic. Dangerous. The head of one of the most powerful families in Italy. He looked at me like one looks at precious merchandise. Then he said: — "You will be my wife. No matter how you feel." And I signed my condemnation. This marriage was not a union... but a gilded cage. I learned to survive among snakes. I saw death. I saw blood. I heard the screams of girls who, like me, had been sold. But what they had not anticipated... was that the little broken virgin would eventually bite back.

Treated like trash, undermined, maltreated, overused and abused... all were the order of the day for Bethany Cassidy married to Charles Worth. The whole of his family used her like a wet piece of rag and used and dumped her whenever they wanted but Bethany, using the feelings she has for Charles to stay for him, endures all of it, considering it to be what they she tagged her marriage trials... UNTIL... Bethany walks into the room and sees Charles in bed with another woman who is supposed to be her sister-in-law. Finally, it all comes crashing down and in the spontaneous events that follows, she lands herself into the hot, rich and powerful mess called Arthur Worth... A man as fine as a good bottle of aged wine... Charles's Uncle. But all, they say, is fair in love and war... Bethany is about to fight her battles, with a very capable man by her sides. "Don't you mind that you'll have the same last name as that scumbag?" Arthur asks, suddenly jerking her close. Bethany smirks. "Leave the name, the man only matters." She whispers right back just as he kisses her fiercely on the lips in the middle of the onlooking crowd.

A heart-wrenching story following a young Cassandra whose only ambition in life has been to get out of her shell and have her name recognized. That is until her first meeting with her fellow competitor at a prestigious internship. Will Cassandra give up her dream of success or choose the internship she’s dreamed of for as long as she can remember. And will that choice be made before her time runs out?

Julie found her half-naked sister in the factory after she was on duty as a medic. Her very young sister was raped. She feels responsible for what happened to her sister so she will do whatever it takes to find the culprit. Who would have thought that the first name out of her sister's mouth would be Liam Rudd, Who was none other than Julie's fiancé.

****Synopsis***** She wakes up with no memories—no name, no past, nothing. Then she's told she's Elisa Mancini, the only daughter of a powerful mafia family, and engaged to a man she doesn’t even know. But here’s the truth: she’s not Elisa. Her real name is Danielle McGregor. She just happens to look exactly like the real Elisa. Now, trapped in someone else’s life, Danielle is forced to marry Stefano Bellucci—a cold, dangerous man who wants revenge on Elisa’s family. He thinks she’s the girl who betrayed him. He wants her to suffer. But there’s a problem… Danielle isn’t the cruel, heartless woman he remembers. And the more time he spends with her, the more he starts to question everything. Danielle doesn’t know who to trust. She’s scared. Alone. And falling for the very man who wants her dead. But when her memories finally start coming back, the truth is even worse than she imagined. Because if Stefano ever finds out who she really is… he might not just break her heart.