Lincoln Loud House

Shin. A fairly short name, but has a deep meaning. The name was a gift from my father. Dad said, "I don't want to burden you with the length of a name. Shin, I think this name suits you. For a personality that never complicates things."My life changed drastically after the death of my parents. My brothers did not guard me, but tortured me. Previously my house was like a palace, but now it is like a house in hell.However, the suffering that I thought would be eternal slowly disappeared after the presence of a strange man in my life. He thought that I was his lover in the past. The man made the flow of my life uncertain. Happy, sad, hurt, all I often feel. Especially when a woman returns who turns out to be the man's real lover.

Five years ago, policemen beat down the doors of our house and arrested my father for financial fraud. Just as I was about to despair, my friend’s father proposed that I marry his son—Mason. In my grief over daddy’s imprisonment, and unexpected happiness of marrying my childhood love, I was blinded. I vowed to myself that I would be the best wife I could be. But my husband would never love me the way he loved Jade—my best friend who died eight years ago. I pretended everything was fine and kept being a good wife for all these years. However, when I found Jade’s ring in Mason’s pocket and saw her face, alive and beautiful, appear in the live stream, the illusion—my game of house—was shattered.

(Alternate Title: The Glorious LifeMain Characters: Philip Clarke, Wynn Johnston) “Oh no! If I don’t work harder, I’d have to return to the family house and inherit that monstrous family fortune.” As the heir to an elite wealthy family, Philip Clarke was troubled by this…

"You're a whore, a whore does not change overtime and you know that." He whispers back, loud enough for the older couple sitting across to hear. And they couldn't help but gasps in shock, as the older woman soaks her teeth in distaste while the older man frowns. "What did you just call me? Ethan, what did you call me? If you can't trust me, then maybe we shouldn't be together." She said, her voice barely above whisper and her eyes teary. But she felt like this was all a dream, they have been quarreling lately but not like this. It has never been like this. Earlier today when she told her sister, Eloise, about this dinner, they all hoped for an engagement. But this doesn't look like an engagement dinner, or does it?. This was some of the last words Aurelia heard from her boyfriend before she stumbled heartbroken into a bar where she meets the man who changed her life.

"I've known you forever, Mathia. I can read your every move, every gesture, every reaction, and every word. You don't need to say it out loud because you're mine, and that's all that matters. Your feelings for me don't change the fact that you belong to me." ~ Draken Luzevia. ---- Mathia and Draken were deeply in love, and fate seemed to have destined them to be inseparable. However, life had other plans, and their relationship bore fruit in the form of a child growing within Mathia's womb. Instead of joy, Mathia felt overwhelming sadness and a heavy heart when Draken abruptly left her. Uncertain about her future, she found strength in her determination to care for their child. As time passed, the inevitable happened - the two were reunited, and Draken laid eyes on his child with his former lover. But what drove Draken to abandon his child and the mother of his child in the first place?

A girl was lost her mum during her childbirth, the father remarried and the step mother started mal treating her. She basically was addressed as the house girl. Even the father hates her because he thinks she was responsible for the late wife's death.

Jena Gavin Vance, 25, breaks the law of trespass when she attends a billionaire’s party in a club house at an undisclosed location. Only then does she realize she has stepped into the upper region of the city where the law is not in her favor. Apprehended by gang members of an underground auction club who happened to find out that she’s a rogue, Jena is forced to be a poe dancer. But when she refuses, she's listed as one of their merchandise in their quarterly underground auction. She doesn't know what fate has in store for her until the infamous mafia boss and lycan, Lorenzo Dante, bids $50,000,000 on her head. She's saved from becoming a tool for the auction house; however, one thing lingers in her nind. Why would the lycan king bid an unfathomable $50,000,000 on a mere omega like her?

On break from college, and desperate to escape the mundane of her current life, Mira Marshall ignores the superstitious and paranoid nature of her family to leave the house and see the world for a few weeks. Mira wants to see a change in scenery, and roam in wide open spaces that shame the small house and city life she's been confined to. She wants to leave it all behind for a few weeks, but not everything wants to remain behind. Strange incidents and an ever growing list of questions inspire Mira to detour and venture to the area where her parents were slaughtered on a camping trip. Emboldened by a desire for answers and justice, Mira digs deeper into her family's history and into the area. She soon crosses paths with a vengeful being who's hatred of her family well surpasses a century. She doesn't know him, but he knows her.

For a Captain of the Royal house to have honour, he must saves the life of the only heir to the throne, else he will be dishonoured, and excuted; and for Captain Casablanca to become the king of the sea, he must kidnap the only hier, and vomit terror all around the Western sea.

After being reborn, the first thing my cousin and I did was switch grooms. In our previous lives, we had gotten married on the same day. She, gentle and composed by nature, became the wife of Blake Malcolm, the aloof naval commander. On their wedding anniversary, Blake skipped the occasion to celebrate his childhood friend's birthday. My cousin had only wanted an explanation, but Blake claimed his conscience was clear. They fell into a silence that lasted fifty years. And me? With my temper—quick to fight, never one for patience—I had married an accountant from the machinery plant's compound. The accountant was soft-spoken, forever complaining about how loud I was, and how little I cared about appearances. We fought every three days, major arguments every five. Eventually, he stopped coming home. Less than a year into the marriage, we divorced. Then one day, my cousin and I opened our eyes and found ourselves young again—and it was the day we were to marry. Again.