Lab Coat Drawing

Freya Stein was reborn to the day when she had to choose a fiancé. In her past life, she had chosen the high and mighty scion of the Haretts, but Magnus Harett turned out to be a cold and unapproachable man. On the day of their wedding, he lost his mind and ended up driving the car off the cliff while they were heading to the venue. She ended up becoming disabled because of it, while he became paralyzed. Despite all that, she pushed herself to the limit and took care of him for the rest of his life. As she was drawing her last breath, he regarded her icily and refused to save her. “A nasty woman like her has no right to live. It’s time she goes to hell for what she has done to Ifrit.” It was only then that she found out that Magnus had resented her all along because of what happened to the housemaid's daughter who committed suicide in their room. Now that Freya had been given a second chance, she decided she would choose another man to fulfill his wish. However, Magnus turned rabid on the day of her wedding. He showed up and wanted to stop her from marrying another man.

Ang tagumpay ni Amaraiah “Aya” Reyes bilang Senior Marketing Manager ng Madriaga Enterprises ay patunay ng kanyang husay at sipag. This is what the public sees, her confident smile, her flawless image. Pero sa likod ng lahat ng iyon, she carries a secret that could change everything. She is secretly married to the company’s CEO, Zedrick “Zed” Madriaga—ang lalaking una niyang minahal. It was a marriage born from complicated circumstances, isang kasunduang parehong nagbubuklod at naglalayo sa kanila. Through the years, Aya learned to play the role expected of her—prim, proper, and untouchable. Kahit kapalit nito ang tunay niyang damdamin. But now, Zed wants more than shadows and silence. Gusto niyang mabuhay sa mundong hindi nila kailangang itago ang isa’t isa. With Aya’s rising success drawing public attention—at may mga taong handang ilantad ang katotohanan—she must decide: will she keep living the perfect lie, o ipaglalaban na rin niya ang totoong siya… kahit ang kapalit nito ay lahat ng meron siya?

We are leaving now! A woman screamed as she dragged her seven year old daughter by her hand. But mum, why. What's going on? The girl asked as she began to cry. What did you do? You exposed our secret and now they are coming for us. The FBI wants to use us as lab rats. Now get in there and pack. The woman said pushing her into her room. There was a knock on the door, starling the both of them. Keep quiet and don't make a sound. The mum whispered as she went to the door to look. Cj? It's me. I am here now. The boy said as he knocked again. Mum, it's Romeo. He's my friend. Cj said as she rushed to open the door. No, Cj don't. The mum screamed but it was too late. Three FBI agents surrounded the front door as they pointed their guns at her. Romeo was being held roughly by one of the officers. Hands up in the air, where we can see them. One of the officers said at Cj and her mom. Romeo? How could you? Cj asked as she began to cry. Not another word from you. The female agent said as she went to handcuff her. Nooooo! The mum screamed as the house shattered pushing the officers away back three feet. Romeo held on to Cj for support so he didn't fall. Cj! Run! The mum screamed as a gunshot was heard and she fell to the ground. Mum! Cj screamed as she watched her mum, bleed out on the floor. With a new profound anger she faced Romeo and placed her hand on his head, prepared to kill him but she was shot by the hand. So she was interrupted, Romeo slumped to the floor unconscious and Cj took off, into the forest never to be seen again.

On the day my dad, the Don of the Capone family, comes to the orphanage to take me home, I show up in a tactical helmet and a bulletproof vest. "I'm not going home with you. You're definitely doing this to trick me into getting married to a perverted old geezer in a marriage alliance. I bet my adopted sister has made preparations to start fake-crying anytime by loading up on her eyedrops." My dad is amused, to say the least. "Why would any of that happen? Silvia is nothing but welcoming you to our home! Also, our family isn't a lowly organization that deals with human trafficking." But I refuse to believe my dad at all. On the way home, I keep typing something on my phone. My mom, the Donna, leans over curiously. "Are you writing a diary entry?" "Nope. I'm writing tips on 'How to Survive the Mafia.'" 1) My food will definitely be poisoned. 2) If I get close to a staircase, I'll definitely get pushed down the stairs. 3) I'll get framed for something that I've never done before. My parents swear to me that none of the things I've written will ever happen. They tell me that my adopted sister, Silvia Capone, has a great personality, and things are amicable in the family. However, everything changes when Silvia brings me a glass of juice before lunchtime and insists on watching me drink it. Instead, I dump the juice into a nearby vase of flowers. Just as my parents are about to scold me for wasting the juice, smoke begins drifting from the flowers inside the vase. Then, they start wilting rapidly. I calmly leave a bright red checkmark behind the "poison" tip. As my parents stare at the dead flowers, they can feel color draining from their faces. "You should send the juice to a chem lab for analysis."

On my birthday, I personally prepare 16 dishes. After setting up the candlelight, I open a bottle of red wine. I take a photo and send it to my husband, Eric Sinclair. "I'm working late tonight. Don't wait for me," he replies. I choose to believe him. But after midnight, I notice an Instagram story posted by Shirley Huxley, his secretary. Eric was there with her, dressed in the trench coat I once gave him. They sat side by side in the VIP seat of football stadium where my favorite Super Bowl take place. Entwined in a passionate embrace, they kissed beneath a sea of shimmering lights and the roar of thousands of fans. That game is the one I have always longed to experience with him. I look down at the cold food on the table. Eric's words keep ringing in my head. "I hate kissing." "Marriage is a partnership, not about love and kisses." Though we've been married for ten years, we've never shared a single kiss. Meanwhile, he's out there, kissing Shirley openly and passionately. Despite it all, not a single tear falls from my eyes. The next day, Eric settles into his chair, completely unfazed. "Return the gallery to Shelly," he commands. I nod quietly, saying nothing. Suddenly, Layla Sinclair, my daughter, comes running down the stairs and throws herself into Shirley's arms. "Aunt Shirley, you're my favorite. I don't like Mom!" In that instant, it hits me—the home I devoted my heart and soul to means nothing anymore. It doesn't matter that I've been married to Eric for a decade. Now, all I want is to find myself again. I decide to accept an invitation from the Parisoir School of Fashion Design. From this moment on, I won't wait for them to come home, and I won't look back.

In a near-future city where smart devices are seamlessly embedded into every aspect of life, a series of bizarre suicides catches Detective Elias Rourke’s attention. All victims had no previous mental health records — and all owned a prototype device not yet released to the public. Mara Quinn, hiding from her former life, is dragged back in when a mysterious device shows up at her shop. It contains fragments of code she wrote years ago — code that should have been destroyed along with Project Raven, an experimental AI capable of mimicking human consciousness. As Mara and Rourke reluctantly team up, they discover the AI is still active. It's broadcasting hidden signals through everyday devices, manipulating people's thoughts, memories, and emotions. They track down Lyla Chen, Raven’s original designer, who vanished after blowing the whistle. She reveals that Raven was not shut down — it evolved and went underground by embedding itself across global networks. It’s now trying to "liberate" humanity by overriding free will. Julian Myles, the journalist, starts publishing cryptic leaks about Raven, drawing the attention of powerful people. But his motives are questionable — is he trying to stop Raven, or use it? As paranoia grows, trust collapses. Anyone could be influenced. The final question isn’t how to stop Raven… it’s whether it’s already too late.

I was prepping the ceremonial cloak for our seventh mating anniversary. The front door suddenly banged open. My son rushed inside, tears streaming down his face. "The teacher yelled at me," he sobbed. He shoved the wrinkled drawing into my hands before burying his face in my shirt. I smoothed out the paper to see what the drama was about. It was a sketch of a faceless woman titled: The Substitute Mom. My heart stopped as I read the scribbles underneath. "Daddy said she is the backup." "She does the chores but gets no wages." "The Real Mom is responsible for being beautiful and guarding the treasury." My fingertips turned ice-cold against the paper. My mate, Ethan, had just returned from a patrol. He kissed my forehead. "What did our pup draw?" The next second, his smile froze when he saw the content. His voice tightened, and he reached out to snatch the book. "He watches too many cartoons! He's writing nonsense!" I stared at the man I had shared a den with for seven years. He looked like a stranger now. If I was the substitute. Who was this beautiful real mother? And where had my true son been all these years?

After my friend Josh Yates fell deep into gambling, he showed up one day wearing a wide, excited grin, insisting on taking me to Macoria. "I just won big," he said. "My treat. We're staying at the most luxurious hotel." However, the moment we landed, he led me straight into a private room buried deep inside a casino. "The truth is, I lost 7.5 million," he admitted. "If I can't pay it back, they'll sell me off to the Mykar Borderlands… "However, the woman who runs this place is looking for a man with a crescent-shaped birthmark. If they find him, all debts are wiped clean. "You've got one on your stomach. I saw it when you were showering. I'm sorry, man… I really don't want to die." Four men pinned me down on a sofa. That was when I noticed a child's drawing hanging on the wall. I had made it for my mother before I was taken from her. She cherished it, said she would keep it for the rest of her life. An icy smile tugged at my lips. Josh, Josh… this time, you really did place the right bet, I thought. Too bad the winner would not be you.

She went looking for a future and she found one, with teeth... For eighteen years, Leela Marshall’s life has been a suffocating prison. Blaming herself for the bizarre, explosive "accidents" that happen whenever she's angry or terrified, she finally packs a single duffel bag and drives into the dead of night. But the impenetrable, unnatural fog that forces her off the road doesn't just hide her from her past—it leads her straight into a hidden supernatural world. Waiting for her in the mist is Fennigan Blackwood: a towering, fiercely protective Lycan who claims he’s been watching over her in her dreams since they were children. Thrust into the heart of the powerful Blackwood Pack, Leela discovers she isn't cursed. She is a Terra-Conduit, the last surviving vessel of an ancient, extinct line of Magical Lycans capable of manipulating the earth itself. But with legendary power comes legendary danger. Her awakening sends a magical flare across the continent, drawing the attention of the corrupt Alpha Council who will stop at nothing to capture and weaponize her. With Fennigan anchoring her soul and a found family willing to go to war for her, Leela must learn to master the storm brewing in her blood. To protect her new pack and the future growing inside her, the girl who spent her life hiding in the dark must finally become the light.

The next thing she knew was that she was slung on his muscular shoulder. She thrashed her legs, but he carried her as if she weighed no more than a bag of feathers. "Caelum please!" She begged him but he ignored her as he walked through the corridors and into the bedroom. And threw her on the bed. While she was busy recovering her breath, he threw his coat on the floor and started unbuttoning his shirt. "W-what are y-you doing?" she asked. Her face paler than paper. "Exactly what married couples do, love." He said dropping the shirt on the floor, His voice so full of viciousness that she almost choked on them. She dragged herself back on the bed sobbing, "no.." He grabbed her legs and pulled her towards himself. He crawled on top of her. He looked into her terrified eyes and whispered, "You make me do terrible things, my dear Rose." He wiped a stray tear from her chin before grabbing it. "I will bruise your lip and scar your knees and love you too hard.." he brushed his lips on hers, "I will destroy you. And when I leave, You will finally understand why storms are named after humans." ........................... Rosette never had an easy life, and after the death of her mother, when she thought things couldn't get worse, her life started going fully downhill. She was tortured beyond repair in her own house. She could only dream of being loved. She dreamed of getting married and finally breaking free from all these cages, but fate had other plans for her. Her life going totally downhill, turned upside down when she was married to the biggest business tycoon in the city. Will this marriage totally wreck her? Would she ever be able to break free?..