Let Me To

Having a mate was every she-wolves’ dream and November was one of them. Imagine her surprise when she found him, the Alpha of his pack was his mate. She was happy, and her excitement of creating her own fairy tale would start with her mate. She thought everything would be okay, but then her Alpha rejected her, claiming another she-wolf as his mate leaving her devastated and with a broken heart and wolf. For two years, November endured the pain inflicted by the rejection, and every time Knox mated his chosen Luna. And with the help of Wolfnip, she temporarily forgot her pain despite the side effects of the drug. Little did she know, the drug dealer had his eyes on her. His golden yellow eyes focused on her and her alone. Imagine her shock when this man appeared in her pack’s clinic when she was about to give in to death claiming he’d help her to fix her and accept him as her new mate… Will this man be able to fix her broken heart and body? Or was it too late for him? Will November hand her heart or choose to lock it to prevent anyone from hurting her again?

Love is both salvation and torment. If Bella Ramsey were given another chance, she swore—she would never fall in love with Seth Rogan again.

I loved my foster brother, Cayden, for five years—five years of hiding, lying, and choking on the shame that came with every kiss, every touch, every lie. I should have hated myself for it, but I loved him too much for that to matter. I thought we had a future, until his first love, the one who had once shattered him, returned without warning. Suddenly, I was nothing more than a dirty secret. While he smiled at his engagement party, I was lying in a hospital bed, waiting for death, worn down by my heart condition and his cold neglect. I was as good as gone. Until Miles, who would later become my fiancé, saved me. A year later, I came back—with a loving fiancé, a healthy body, and a new life. Cayden seemed broken by my “death,” but all I felt was bitter irony. We were foster siblings, never meant to be together. He was just a mistake from my past, a mistake I swore I’d never repeat. But life didn’t turn out as smooth as I imagined. Miles carried secrets, and Cayden… he wasn’t ready to let me go.

Charles Jansen's true love returns to the country in my seventh year with him. The first post on her social media after she lands is an intimate photo of them together. She captions it, "I'm glad we've come full circle." Only then do I find out the ring hidden in the living room isn't for me. Charles' proposal isn't for me, either. Suddenly, I feel exhausted.

Bagaimana jadinya, jika kita harus terjebak di dalam kisah cinta suami dan sahabat baik kita. Sakit. Itulah yang harus di rasakan Kanaya, seorang istri yang harus selalu mengalah dan tabah atas takdirnya. Haruskah ia bertahan untuk sakit, atau berpisah untuk bahgaia?

Kaelani spent her life believing she was wolfless. Cast out by her pack. Forgotten by the Lycans. She lived among humans—quiet, invisible, tucked away in a town no one looked at twice. But when her first heat comes without warning, everything changes. Her body ignites. Her instincts scream. And something primal stirs beneath her skin— summoning a big, bad Alpha who knows exactly how to quench her fire. When he claims her, it’s ecstasy and ruin. For the first time, she believes she’s been accepted. Seen. Chosen. Until he leaves her the next morning— like a secret never to be spoken. But Kaelani is not what they thought. Not wolfless. Not weak. There is something ancient inside her. Something powerful. And it’s waking. And when it does— they’ll all remember the girl they tried to erase. Especially him. She’ll be the dream he keeps chasing… the one thing that ever made him feel alive. Because secrets never stay buried. And neither do dreams.

“Ahhh!…. K-uya, masakit!…” naluluhang wika niya habang dahan-dahang pinapasok ng kinakapatid niyang si Hunter ang pagkalal*ki nito sa makipot niyang kweba. “Ako ang bahala, bunso. Magtiwala ka lang sa akin. Alam kong masakit pa ito sa una dahil birhen ka pa, pero pinapangako ko sa’yo… I’ll be gentle...” "Kuyaaa!!!... Ang sakit talaga, ayaw ko na, please! huhuhuh!!!..." Parang bata siya kung umiyak. Well, bata pa naman talaga siya… ‘Yun sana ang araw ng pagiging ganap niyang dalaga dahil 18th birthday niya sa gabing iyon. "Hindi ko na pwedeng hugutin… naipasok ko na ang kalahati… ahhhh… ang sikip kasi!…" wika ni Hunter sa ibabaw niya pero lalo cyang umiyak. Humugot muna ito ng malalim na hininga bago bumaba sa ibabaw nya at tumabi ng higa. “Sorry, bunso… di ko na itutuloy. Pero promise me, akin ka na ha? Hihintayin kita. ‘Wag kang magnobyo ng iba sa Manila… akin ka lang.” Hinahaplos nito ang kanyang mukha, pinunasan ang mga luhang lumabas mula sa kanyang mga mata. “Sorry na, bunso… shhh. Don’t cry, Baby. I will take care of you. I promise, akin ka na, papanagutan kita sa pagdating ng panahon. From now on, you’re mine!” Humihikbi cyang nagtakip ng kumot sa hubad na katawan nya. Siya si Yasmin Therese Ledesma, at kinakapatid niya si Hunter Rosales. Debut party nya iyon… araw ng pagiging ganap nyang dalaga... at iyon din ang gabi ng pagkawasak ng pagkababa*e niya! Paano nya haharapin ang mga darating pang araw kasama ang kinakapatid na si Hunter? At paano naman siya seseryosohin nito kung titibo-tibo cya?

In the empty villa, Celia Quinn sat motionless on the sofa. It wasn't until much later that the villa's front door swung open, and Lucas Shaw stepped inside. His gaze paused briefly on her, then his expression turned cold. "Yvonne is running a fever today. Why did you keep calling me?"

Freya Salvatore was a young lady who believed everyone has their own freedom of speech. She was never the type to get bullied by others, she was totally a hard nut to crack. But what happens when that believes of hers landed her into a big trouble. She fell into the trap of a cold, heartless, and ruthless mafia lord, who has no sympathy for humanity Noah Maxwell who was the leader of a mafia gang, who his face was hidden by a mask. The world greatest terrorist. A sex manaic. Would he bend Freya to his bidding or will it be the other way round? Find out!

Even knowing that wailing at an Eravalen aristocratic funeral was considered disrespectful to the deceased, I let my husband's adopted sister make a scene anyway. In my previous life, my husband, Robert Baker, had a distant relative among the Eravalen aristocracy who passed away. A lawyer informed him that he stood to inherit the estate and invited him to attend the funeral. His adopted sister, Mia Carter, insisted on tagging along to see how the privileged few in another country lived. She wanted to rub shoulders with nobles and make herself look important, even planning to wail dramatically in front of everyone. I rushed to stop her. "Public mourning is taboo among Eravalen nobility. Forget inheriting anything. We'll all be thrown out!" Yet she burst into tears, accusing me of looking down on her and thinking she was not good enough to mingle with aristocrats. She stormed out and was killed by street thugs in a random attack. I thought Robert would fall apart, but he stayed silent through the entire funeral and collected his inheritance without a hitch. Six months later, on our wedding anniversary, he took me to the snowy mountains for a photoshoot. The moment we reached the peak, he shoved me into a sleeping bag and tied it shut. "If you hadn't blown everything out of proportion, Mia never would've run off and gotten herself shot." He buried me alive in the snow. I froze to death, and he used that aristocratic fortune to become the CEO of a publicly traded company. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Mia insisted on wailing at the funeral.