Love Of Thousand Years

Isang mainit na gabi, ang unang pagkakamali ko. But the hell I care? Dinala ako sa langit ng lalaking iyun, magpabebe pa ba ako? sh*t gabi gabi kong hinahanap ang katawan ng lalaking iyun kaya gabi gabi akong bumalik sa bar para sa kanya. Doon ko lang rin siya makita sa bar sa gabi. Nanlaki ang mata ko ng makita ang news at nakita ko ang mukha ng ng lalaki, he's a billionaire!? the hell! may asawa ba yan!? Mabilis kong sinearch ang pangalan sa internet. Oh, single but delikado parin ang buhay natin sa lalaking iyan. Iiwasan ko na yan, hindi na ako babalik sa bar. Every night hinanap siya ng aking katawan pero tiniis ko lahat at ako nalang ang nagpapaligaya sa sarili ko. Hanggang sa nahanap ng lalaki ang condo ko. Umaga, tanghali, gabi man ginawa namin iyun pero syempre nagiingat kami lalo na ako! lugi ako pag may makatakas na sperm. Pag bumisita iyun wala kaming ginawa kung ang painitin ang isa't isa. Sa kusina, kwarto, sa hagdanan, sa sofa.. kahit saang sulok sa condo ko. Ngayon naiisipan niyang gawin namin iyun sa iba't ibang lugar, like beach, hotel at marami pa. Sino naman ako para tumanggi diba? argh! Pero hindi ko inakalang tumibok na ang puso ko para sa kanya. Hindi na ang katawan ko ang naghahanap sa kanya, ang buong pagkatao ko na. Delikado ako pero anong magagawa ako? napapasaya niya ako, hindi naman ako. Napapasaya ko rin siya. Fubu lang ang relasyon pero ginusto ko to, panindigan ko.

On the day of my wedding anniversary, I was cleaning my house when I found a picture album. As it turned out, my husband had been religiously taking pictures with the girl of his dreams every year on this precise date. He had been doing it since he was forty years old and he was now sixty years old. His hair had progressed from a jet black to a faded white and yet, he kept up the tradition. There was a written message in his handwriting at the back of the picture that read, “Eternal Love.” Since he doesn't love me, I will no longer bother washing his clothes and cooking for him. I will no longer care for his children and grandchildren. I may have foolishly wasted half of my life, but it was not too late to make a change.

I jump off the seventh floor on my wedding day. Why? Because everyone has abandoned me to pick up a fake heiress from the airport, my fiancé included. I expect to see them riddled with heartbreak and regret after my death. However, my father merely shakes his head stoically and looks at my body while saying I was too willful. My mother bites her lip and sighs in relief. My fiancé, Magnus Gilmore, shields the fake heiress. He's afraid she'll see the horrible state of my body. The fake heiress is scared to tears at this, and everyone crowds around her to console her. No one cares whether I'm still breathing while lying in a pool of blood. I'm stunned when I see this, but I soon laugh self-deprecatingly. When I open my eyes again, I've been brought back seven years in the past. It's the day I've just stepped foot at home.

One accidentally crossed, and crossed the United States. Well, there's nothing wrong with crossing America. But who is that guy flying around with a hammer?! Hey ~ Who's there to control the thunderstorm! I didn't know this weather was bad for business...

Seven years ago, I ignored my girlfriend's heart-wrenching pleas and ruthlessly severed our relationship. Now, after seven long years, she had risen to the top—and she was back, ready for her wedding. She didn't come home for mere celebration, though. She came for revenge. She obliterated the company my father had spent his entire life building and did not stop until she shattered his leg, forcing him to endure unimaginable pain. It was all so I'd be forced to go to her wedding and beg for forgiveness. But that wasn't enough. She wanted more. She hissed, brandishing a blade, "If Matthew's not here in ten minutes, I'll slice off a finger for every minute he's late." My autistic brother's fingers, the only way he could create art, became a bargaining chip in her sadistic game. Dad's anguished cries filled the air as he pleaded for mercy, but she was not done. She wanted to tear my family apart piece by piece. My mom, fragile and trapped in the haze of Alzheimer's, was next. Her mind, already slipping, crumbled under the relentless torment. She cracked, completely lost to the madness. With tears streaming down his face, Dad said, "My son died the day you left for abroad."

Pregnant with the employer's son and forced to abort the fetus in his content, Amelie Anderson, a girl working on a rich family decided to escape to the village where she was grandfather's grandimacy, on the father's advice. In her escape, amelie successfully conceives and gives birth to a very handsome, healthy baby boy, inheriting his father, Jonathan Hayes. The consequences of raising a baby alone are not easy. Would Amelie be able to raise a baby boy by herself?

I'm about to get married under the witness of the Goddess of the Moon. However, Carl Erickson, my partner of ten years, doesn't know it yet. Carl has recently hired a new assistant—Ivy Keating. Everyone in the wolf pack knows something amorous is going on between them; they frequently "discuss work" until the wee hours of the night. A celebration that's supposed to be for our anniversary turns into Ivy's birthday celebration. Carl orders a ten-layer mango cream cake for the celebration—it's Ivy's favorite. They get cream everywhere, but they've forgotten I'm seriously allergic to mangoes. A regular mango is as lethal to me as wolf venom is. I'm taken away by an ambulance to be rescued, and I'm alone when I wake up. Carl is still at the party, celebrating Ivy's birthday. My wolf growls unhappily, and my love for Carl dies. It's then that I agree to the marriage my family has arranged for me. I'm going to marry a true Alpha.

I'm having a mental breakdown as I face a clogged drain with my feverish and fussing daughter in my arms. Meanwhile, my husband has reserved a hotel to celebrate another woman's birthday. My mother-in-law spits on the floor. "This is what you deserve. You can't even capture a man's heart!" I clench a fist around the winning lottery ticket in my pocket. I want to get a divorce.

My body drifted in the river for five years before a fishing enthusiast reeled it in. Even though the forensic pathologist managed to reconstruct my face from when I was alive through craniofacial reconstruction technology, the hatred my brother had for me remained as strong as ever. "That better be her body! She has been on the run for five years! Even in death, she doesn't deserve pity! In fact, it simply is a disgrace to have a murderer like her as the daughter of the Clarke family!" he hissed. Everyone thought he despised me with every fiber of his being. Yet, as he spoke, his entire body trembled. Who would have guessed that the distress call I made to him five years ago would end up becoming the main factor that hastened my death?

Kevin merasa risi dengan orientasi seksualnya yang menyimpang. Semua itu membuatnya dijauhi teman-temannya dan diejek oleh senior di sekolahnya. Dia bahkan sampai dikatai banci.Kevin Kemudian memutuskan untuk ikut pelatihan karate supaya menjadi lelaki normal gagah dan maco yang menyukai perempuan. Akan tetapi, di sana dia justru bertemu seseorang yang membuat hatinya bimbang.Lambat-laun, kedekatan itu membawanya pada sebuah dilema besar. Sekarang Kevin harus memilih dua pilihan. Merelakan cintanya dan kembali pada tujuan awalnya, atau tetap mencintai orang itu dengan sejuta risiko yang ada?