Kyoukaisenjou No Horizon

Shy Del Mundo, a medical student at that time fell in love with his best friend who was the heir to a huge conglomerate company in the Philippines and is still in love with his ex. As they try to work their friendship-turn-into-passionate relationship, they find themselves filing a divorce afterward. Will a second chance be possible? Will they end up happy this time? What about Quest who was there when Shy needed Pierce the most? ** I only know three things: First, that he hurt me, Second, he changed me, And third, that I will not let him enter my peaceful life again, NEVER. WARNING: Matured content read at your own risk. My characters are undergoing character development first so you won't see adult scenes at the beginning of the story, because it'll take time for them. If you encounter any error while reading please feel free to contact me or comment so I can check and rewrite it, I'm just starting to learn and there are probably some things that I missed out so bear with me. Hi! I'm Níght.

[Aviation Series #2] Despite being married, Lionel still vowed to never love Charlotte Katherine. He convinced himself that she only brought chaos to his life and that this marriage is the reason why he couldn't have the girl of his dreams. He thought that Charlotte was so in love with him and used his family's failing company as an opportunity to push the marriage. However, after so many ups and downs, he realized a lot of things. He realized that he was wrong all along. He realized that she wasn't in love with him. And he realized that the moment he married her, his love for another woman wasn't called love anymore... It was called cheating.

The romance between Avril and Sean starts with youth and innocence. They navigate the ups and downs of their relationship, sharing dreams and building a future together. However, when unforeseen family problems cast a stormy shadow over their lives, the young couple is forced to part ways. As years pass, Avril and Sean lead separate lives, each haunted by the memories of a lost love. But fate has an enigmatic way of doing its magic. They cross paths once more, but this time they are altered individuals who have been scarred by life's hardships. Avril and Sean need to face the demons of their past and work through the challenges of their current existence in order to make everything right. Can they rekindle the flames of their once-indestructible love, or will the shadows of the past prove too formidable to overcome?

Ditabrak truk langsung pindah dunia. Oh, kali ini beda caranya. Shi Jiu pindah dunia setelah disambar petir saat bersantai di Pantai Selatan. Begitu pindah dunia, yang menyambutnya adalah dua naga dari sembilan naga yang turun ke bumi. Shi Jiu mencoba mencari jalan pulang dan bersama dengan dua naga serupa yin dan yang. Mereka mengumpulkan sembilan pusaka yang dijaga sembilan naga. "Namaku Shenlong dan aku merindukanmu, Jiu." "Mengapa kau mau melakukan ini? menolongku yang bukan siapa-siapa.” "Kau lebih dari yang dirimu pikirkan, Jiu.” Perjalanan ini akan panjang, penuh liku, dan menguak masa lalu Jiu yang tidak pernah dia sangka. Mimpi yang kerap kali singgah bersama ramalan ratusan tahun ternyata tertuju pada dirinya. Mampukah dia bertahan, atau memilih menyerah pada takdir.

Eliana is an independent architect living alone in the city. A bread winner and a woman near her thirty's being pressured by her family to settle down but Eliana has other plan. Hindi ang pag-aasawa ang priority niya kung hindi ang big project na matagal na niyang hinihintay bilang isang architect. And this is the part where Eliana meets Sylvan, a famous engineer with a bad temper with female architect, as they joined to complete a big project. Eliana and Sylvan in one big project that resulted in one night's mistake. How did the bad temper Sylvan ended up waking up in one bed with the independent and mature Eliana? How will they deal with the aftermath of that one hot steamy night they've shared?

I chase my six-year-old daughter out of the house on a cold winter day. I cut her new clothes to pieces and dirty her dainty little face with mud. Then, I give her all my savings. She looks at me tearfully and reaches out for me, wanting me to hold her. However, I harden my heart and push her away, saying, "Leave! Go to Bowen Group and look for their CEO, Logan Bowen. Show him my death certificate and your DNA test—he'll take you in." She sobs while looking at me. "Don't you want me anymore, Mommy? Let's go look for Daddy together." After a brief silence, I say, "I can't go with you. I lied to him back then to have you." Yes, I'm a liar. I orchestrated everything from meeting Logan, dating him, to ultimately leaving him with his child in my womb. Even the death certificate I've given my daughter is fake. From beginning to end, I've lied to him about everything except our daughter.

Despite a decade of marriage, Simon never once shared my bed, claiming that he had pledged himself to ascetic practices and that it was beneath him. I thought that he suffered from some shameful ailment and guarded his secret like a devoted fool, until my birthday, when I came home to find him entangled with a brothel worker before the floor-length mirror. When I lunged forward in rage, he drove a shard of that broken mirror straight through my heart. When I awoke, I was gripping my phone, its screen illuminating a message Simon had just sent: [I’ll still give you a lavish wedding, but the marriage certificate? That belongs to her.]

Fedora Smith was done with love. Finished. Buried. Betrayal had ripped out her heart and torched it—her boyfriend of four years and her best friend of twenty-five caught pants down on the very anniversary sheets she gifted him. And their excuses? “You’re not attractive anymore.” “You took too long to marry him.” Fine. If love was a game, she was rewriting the rules. Now, she runs The Bridal Fix, an elite agency providing fake marriages for a steep price—rent-a-bride services for men needing to fool their families, secure an inheritance, or stage the perfect breakup. Fifteen weddings, fifteen divorces—no strings, no mess. Just business. Until Judah Carlstone. He hires her like the rest—one contract, one wedding, one payday. But Judah asks too many questions. Looks at her too long. And when he smirks and says— "Tell me, Fedora… how does it feel to say ‘I do’ and not mean it?" For the first time in years, she has no answer. Because this was never supposed to feel real.

Two years after we marry, my husband moves his sister and her family into our marital home. The four of them settle down and refuse to leave. So, I quit both my jobs. I laze around at home all day and splurge on various things. I have so many parcels delivered that they pile up by the door. Occasionally, I ask my husband and his sister for allowance. When the management office sends someone to chase for our maintenance fee, my husband breaks down so loudly that everyone in the building can hear him. He asks me whether I've lost my mind—who will support the family if I don't work? How will we survive without money? Am I going to allow our family to starve? So, it turns out he does know that we'll starve without anyone generating income. Why does he and his sister stay at home and plot to take away all my money, then?

Cold and proud to all, Beamon Slade, Northarch's strongest Alpha, reserves his gentleness solely for me. Everyone knows that I'm his Luna. But today, his first love is infected with deadly wolfsbane and on the brink of death. He hands me a herbal pill that can seal memories and temporarily remove the mate mark. "Eiro won't last another three days, Swan. "Could you give me three days to fulfill her dream of becoming a Luna through a symbolic marking ceremony? I won't hurt you. This pill temporarily severs the bond and makes you forget me. "When the ceremony ends three days later, take the antidote and you'll remember everything. We'll get back together." Looking at his calm, gentle expression, I silently swallow the pill without hesitation. He has no idea, but I crafted the pill with my own hands. There's no such thing as an antidote. Three days from now, I'll completely forget him. All our embraces, vows, marks, and his past gentleness will vanish with the wind.