Love In Time

On our wedding night, my husband didn't stay long enough to toast with champagne. He left me alone at the reception and retreated to the chapel. Because from the very beginning, this stoic, untouchable man had only ever loved my younger sister. For three years of my marriage, I poured myself into thawing a heart of stone, only to be met with glacial silence. "Claire," he said coldly, "I'd rather take vows of celibacy than ever love you." But when the truck came barreling toward me, the man who had resented me his entire life used his own body to shield mine. Just before I lost consciousness, I saw him gripping the paramedic's sleeve, blood staining his lips. "Don't tell that crazy woman who saved her… And don't let my family… make things difficult for her." Tears welled in my eyes. Only then did I realize I wasn't the only one at fault in this marriage. After coming back to life, I chose to join the United Nations Peacekeeping Forces and head straight to the front lines. If we were never meant to grow old together in this life, then let my final wish for him be this: A lifetime of peace, and an eternity of never crossing paths with me again.

Grayson Harmon's childhood friend, Sophia Lexton, got into a car accident. She didn't just lose her memory—she came away with some post-traumatic stress disorder, too. That's what the doctors called it. They said we had to keep her calm, avoid anything that might upset her. So, for the sake of her recovery, Grayson asked me not to argue with her. To let her have her way, no matter what. She took my engagement necklace and moved into the little love nest Grayson and I had made our own. And on our wedding day, she threatened to kill herself, forcing Grayson to take her to the hospital. He looked at her bleeding out and said to me, calm as ever, "Brianna, I'll make it up to you after the wedding. I'll throw you an even grander one. Sophia is dying." Then he picked her up and walked away, never once looking back. If he had—just once—he might have seen something was wrong. He might have seen the blood soaking into my wedding dress.

Para matiyak na makakamit ni Lorna ang katarungan para sa pagkamatay ng kanyang mga magulang, kailangan niyang magkaroon ng koneksyon kay Steve Lucchese. Determinado siyang gawin ang lahat para makamit ang katarungan na nararapat sa kanya. Kung hindi malulutas ng mga awtoridad ang kaso, siya mismo ang gagawa ng paraan para makuha ang hustisya.

Lisha was only a girl when the world she knew was shattered. Her people, the werewolves, were hunted across the land by King Camus and his brutal Royal Knight Hunters. Fueled by hatred and a dark prophecy that claimed werewolves would one day rule his kingdom, the king led the slaughter himself. On that blood soaked day, Lisha hid beneath a farm shed with a handful of children and a pregnant woman, forced to watch as her parents, were chained in silver and killed before her eyes. Years later, she disguised herself and infiltrated the royal palace, determined to kill the man who destroyed her family and her people. But the palace held more than enemies. There, she met Prince Lucan, the king’s son who is different from the rest, kind hearted and trapped in a world he didn’t choose. As Lisha's hatred burned, so did her heart begin to open. What started as a mission for revenge became a journey of unexpected love and sacrifice. Together they face betrayal, war, and blood. With the help of werewolf warriors and loyal allies, Lisha helped defeat the true enemy, Lucan's cruel brother and changed the fate of the kingdom. In the silence after the storm, Lisha stood by her parents grave, unsure if they’d approve of her love for a human prince. A hidden message from her mother revealed that she was always meant to be queen. Now, with peace restored, Lisha finally embraces the love she never thought possible and the destiny she was born to fulfill.

"Gue tahu lo nerima pernikahan ini karena cinta mati sama gue. Siapa sih, yang bisa nolak pesona kegantengan ini?" Erick berdiri di hadapan gadis lugu yang tadi siang baru saja sah menjadi istrinya. "Denger, ya, Lan. Gue bisa aja kasih semua yang lo mau. Nafkah lahir maupun bathin, tapi tidak dengan cinta. Karena tidak ada hal di dunia ini yang lebih gue cintai selain diri sendiri. Jadi lo jangan berharap banyak. Bilang aja kalo nyesel! Kita bisa cerai besok." Lani yang mendengar itu hanya bisa duduk tergugu dengan mata sendu. Demi memenuhi permintaan sang kakek, Sultan Wardhana, Erick terpaksa menikahi Lani, anak dari asisten rumah tangganya, setelah diancam tak diberi jatah warisan.

Heartbroken after her breakup with James, Charlotte seeks refuge at a club, where a one-night stand with billionaire Charles Goldberg leaves him obsessed with her. He’s drawn to the star-shaped birthmark on her back but never sees her again. Charlotte’s life spirals when she loses her job as an actor and faces financial ruin. Raised by her mother, who told her her father died young, Charlotte fights to stay afloat while supporting her sister, Olivia, in college. Desperate, she concocts a risky plan with her best friend Emma: disguise herself as a man to land a job at Charles Goldberg’s company, unknowingly setting the stage for a dangerous game of deception. As Charlotte juggles her secret identity at the company, Charles begins obsessively searching for the mystery woman, unaware that the “man” in his company is the same person. Meanwhile, a rival billionaire’s daughter, infatuated with Charles, complicates the game. As Charlotte’s secrets unravel, her life threatens to implode under the weight of her lies and growing desire for Charles.

Living is not easy, everyday we need to find the best way to survive. Sa sobrang gulo ng mundong kinalalagyan natin hindi natin maiwasang minsan hilingin na sana, sana tapusin nalang ang buhay natin nang matiwasay. But ending our own life is a sin, and that's the main reason why we don't have a choice but to continue living, forget our problem in anyway and enduring the pain caused by everything. Can we even elude our unchangeable fate? Can we end the misfortune we don't deserve?

For her age, Annalia is too skeptical and callous. She indifferently accepted the move from the metropolis to a provincial town on the shores of the open sea. And with the same indifference, she agreed to spend a couple of months in a psychoneurological sanatorium. This is how her meaningless gray days would have passed, if not for new acquaintances from neighboring houses. Having become interested in Leah, they radically change her life and saturate her with all shades of emotions. But is she able to accept all the changes?

After my stepsister, Jennifer Nichols, died in a tragic accident, Julian Asher hated me for ten whole years. He was the youngest star attorney in Vaxton Bay. He was always calm and composed, yet he never once hid his disgust toward me. I gave up everything for him: my education, my family, my friends, even the inheritance I was meant to receive. I stayed by his side through the grueling bar exam and the brutal early days of his career. But all he ever said was, "Miley, if you really want to please me, go ahead and die." The only woman he ever loved in this lifetime was my stepsister. And I realized that far too late. It wasn't until a fire broke out unexpectedly in the courthouse archives and I was trapped upstairs that something changed. Julian ran in to save me. The blaze devoured everything in its path. In the end, he shoved me out of the rubble. The collapsing steel beams crashed down on him. Blood spilled everywhere. Outside the operating room, I fell to my knees, begging the heavens to let him live. Before he died, he left me one final message with the doctor. "Miley, I hope we never meet again in the next life." At his funeral, his mother slapped me hard across the face—again and again. "You're a cursed wretch. Killing Jennifer wasn't enough for you; now you've killed my son too. I never should've agreed to let Julian marry you." His father dragged me to my knees by my hair, forcing me to kneel. "This is all my fault. I was too soft-hearted. Julian saved you three times, and all you ever brought him was misery!" Everyone believed I was the reason Julian died. And deep down, I believed it too. In the end, I slit my wrists and took my own life—only to awaken back in university, at the very moment we was supposed to get engaged. This time, I made a choice. I would not chase after him again. I would step aside and let him be with the one he loved most—my stepsister, Jennifer.

I wasn’t even pregnant, yet I ended up popping abortion pills like they were candy. It was all because in my past life, the moment my widowed sister-in-law got pregnant, every single side effect of her pregnancy became mine. She strutted around happily with her big belly, consuming spicy tamales, while I was rushed to the hospital for violent nausea and stomach pain; she showed off her flawless skin in crop tops every day, while my stomach broke out in hideous stretch marks. When I told my husband what was happening, he just shoved me away impatiently. “Enough with the jealousy! My brother’s dead, and she’s carrying his only child. Of course, I should look out for her. Do you really have to put on such an act?” After that, my sister-in-law went even further. She kept testing her limits during pregnancy and even ate a mango she was allergic to. And me? I went into anaphylactic shock, landed in the hospital, and nearly died. Doctors couldn’t explain it. They just brushed it off, saying I was overly jealous and it was all psychological. Later, my sister-in-law tried to brand herself as a “hot single mom”. She went live, belly and all, to show off her weight-loss workouts. She jumped around for three straight hours. And me? My uterus literally gave out, and I hemorrhaged to death. When I opened my eyes again, it was the exact day she first announced her pregnancy.