Left Hand

I was a brilliant artist. But I crushed my right hand saving my mafia husband, Vincent, and my ability to create died with it for three years. Vincent promised he'd make me whole again. Our private doctor swore he was doing everything he could. But my hand remained numb, useless. Then, one day, I overheard a conversation that shattered my world. "Make sure she can never create again," Vincent told the doctor. "I can't have Isabella threatening Sophia's place in the art world!" "But, Mr. Torrino, another procedure might... she could lose the hand for good." "I don't care what happens to her! Sophia saved my life. I will not let her down!" It turned out my husband was the one who had destroyed me. And the assassin, Sophia, was the woman he truly loved. He let her claim my designs, turning her into the art world’s new darling while I was trapped in a broken body. When I confronted him, pregnant with our child, he slapped me in public and told the world I was losing my mind. That night, I burned everything that bound me to him. Then I dialed an encrypted number I hadn't used in what felt like a lifetime. "Grandpa. In three days, I need to disappear."

Just 8 years ago she had packed up the only life she knew and run away. Away from the clutches of her small town life. Now she is forced to go back to that pathetic place. She cursed under her breath as she got off at the railway station. She was back, the realization had finally hit her, her eyes moistened and her cheeks flushed. But she told herself that it was because of the cold wind. She won't cry, not now, or all she had done would be for nothing. She picked her bags, clutched their handles tightly and walked out of the railway station towards the parking spot. Mason was waiting for her there, the only person she still talks to from her hometown. He rushed upto her, took her bags, placed them in trunk and opened the car door for Cornelia. Once they both were settled and warm inside the car, he finally asked her, "How are u Cornelia?" This question sort of opened her tear doors, she started sobbing trying her best not to cry. ......................... A series of unfortunate events have pushed Cornelia Von back to her hometown. A place she willfully despises!! But there is an interesting new comer waiting for her in this town :)

"I won't let them live!" "I will be the strongest as a demon wielding warrior!" Arya Santanu, an ordinary young farmer from a village in the west of the island of Yawadwipa. He found a pitch-black stone as big as his body in a forbidden forest. Little did he know that the stone was a dimensional prison for a top-level demon named Asura.  Unexpectedly, Arya Santanu made a promise with the demon Asura to avenge all his demon brothers. This brotherhood of demons formed a sect of criminals in the land of Yawadwipa. They are known as the group of Thirteen Black demons.  Arya Santanu's hatred intensified when the Thirteen Black Demons destroyed his village and killed his beloved brother. What was originally a one-sided agreement turned into a grudge.  How can Arya Santanu become the strongest? follow the excitement only in the devil's hand knight.

My son accidentally burns my husband's first love's hand. My husband cruelly breaks my son's hand to teach him a lesson. He's in so much pain that he can't see straight and falls into a lake. Blood dyes the water red. I hold him close as I sob and call my husband, pleading for help. My husband doesn't care, though. "It's just a broken hand—he'll be fine once it's set in a cast. He'll only do worse things in the future if he's not taught a lesson now!" Later, my son drowns in the lake because he's not rescued in time. My husband loses his mind when he sees his body. "How could he have died when he only had a broken hand?"

Anika and Arjun are made for each other. They don't know that in all the encounters they had. Destiny showed them that through many clues but they are not brilliant enough to read the clues right. Their family tied them together in the sacred knots after a series of events. Not knowing the inner turmoil of each other, they start their life with bitterness! It is a story of a girl who marries a man of wealth. It's her first marriage, but for him, it's not. She is a girl from a middle class family and finds it hard to settle herself in a place where everything looks alien to her. She is in love with someone and couldn't accept him as her husband. Will she find the love she has lost in him or will she hate him for taking away her love from her? He has a dark past that she is yet to find out. Will that dark past make them drift apart or will she heal his wounded soul and have a happily ever after? Jump in to find out more!

The only way out was to run but little did she know what she thought was a lie. How can she defend herself from a murder she didn't commit, how can she save her daughter if she is found guilty?

"Don't you think that skirt is short for you?" She says, changing the subject and taking another long hit from her blunt. Since when does she care about my clothing? Besides it's not like it's affecting anyone, so why does it matter? "Um, no. Why do you care anyways?" I ask suspiciously, while looking down at my skirt. It's not even short. "People are looking at you in there, and maybe it's because of what you're wearing," She throws her blunt on the ashtray that she has, and turns her attention on me staring fiercely into my eyes. "Why does it matter? It's not like it's a bad thing." I say, now worried at this point. I don't know what's going through her mind as she comes closer to me, again my back is against the wall beside the balcony railing. "It is a bad thing because it seems everyone in there wants to fuck you, and for some damn reason it's bothering me." Heaven says lowly, barely audible. ----- Hatred. Despite. Mixed feelings. Read to find out about Valentina and Heavens relationship, which starts off as despiteful, then turns into something pure.

Elena Moore got some trust issues and a huge debt from a bad relationship. With bad guys after her to get the money, she needs to find a solution: she is going to make a deal with the devil. The devil? Dylan Montgomery, the CEO of Montgomery Enterprises.

Wendy staggered forward at the hospital entrance. She held the Seventy Thousand Dollars she had received for selling her kidney. Her pale face carried a satisfied smile. That was enough to cure Lucas. She thought it was worthy to sell off her kidney for his life. She ignored her post-surgery weakness, and stumbled all the way to the hospital ward. Her heart ached even more as she looked at the frail man lying in bed. "Lucas, your lowly girlfriend is not around. Why put on a show?" "Shut up! I'm perfecting my acting. How else could I fool her?" A familiar, teasing voice came from inside. Wendy's hand froze on the door handle. What did he mean... by fooling her? Laughter and exclamations erupted from the room. "You're smart, Lucas! A fake medical report was all it took to make that woman believe you had cancer!" "I heard she handed over all her savings; all she had was only Eight Thousand Dollars!" "Eight Thousand Dollars? Lucas could simply spend more than that on a single bottle of liquor at the bar. Her money is worthless, yet she actually offers it."

Gustong bumawi ni EJ kay Jaria sa kanyang mga nagawa noon ngunit nagmamatigas si Jaria. Isang araw ay susubukin ng tadhana si Jaria na kung saan ay kakailanganin niya ng karamay. Kailangan niyang magpakalayo at magpahilom ng sakit dulot ng kanyang kahapon. Samantala, si Mica ay uusigin siya ng kanyang konsensiya at babaguhin siya ng totoong pagmamahal. Sabik ito sa pagmamahal kaya gagawin niya ang lahat para sa ikakasaya ng kanyang mga minamahal. Ngunit paano niya aamin na mahal niya si EJ kung hindi naman siya ang gusto? Magkaiba ng landas ang tinahak ni Jaria at Mica pero paglalapitin sila ng tadhana na siyang magiging mitsa ng bagong kabanata ng kanilang buhay. Sa pagbabalik ni Jaria, may mababalikan pa kaya siya o tuluyan na siyang tatalikuran ng nakagisnan niyang mundo? Hangang saan ang kayang gawin ni Mica sa ngalan ng pagmamahal? Mas mananaig ba ang poot o wawakasan ito ng panibagong problema ng kanilang buhay? Handa ba niyang kalimutan ang sarili niya para mahalin siya ng iba? Handa ba niyang iwanan at talikuran ang responsibilidad niya para sa hinanahangad niyang pagmamahal?