Mad Dog Haikyuu Mga Nobela at Kwento

When Elodie's father falls ill and needs a heart-liver transplant, she's desperate to save him. But with no financial means to afford the life-saving surgery, she's forced to consider an unthinkable proposal from the wealthy and influential Holland family. In exchange for $5 million, Elodie must marry Kendrick Holland, the former CEO of his family's lucrative business, who was rumored to have gone mad because of the death of his fiancee. Faced with abuse, violation, and constant humiliation all while trying to bear a son, Elodie must confront the dark consequences of her decision for the sake of her father's future. But what happens when Elodie's little efforts and soothing words become a huge turn-on for Kendrick? Will he be able to let go of the past and reclaim his position? What will happen to Elodie after she discovers the Holland family's dark secrets and lies?

I was the stand-in who looked most like my husband's first love. He put me through countless plastic surgeries, both major and minor ones, until I became her exact likeness. But then, she came back from the dead. All it took was her saying, "I don't like anyone looking like me," and he sent me right back to the operating table once more. I begged him, telling him that my body couldn't handle it anymore. Alas, he only looked at me with irritation. "Seeing that cheap imitation of her face just disgusts me," he sneered. "No matter how close you come, you'll never be her." In the end, I died on that operating table. Yet, he went mad, trying desperately to recall what I once looked like.

My fiancé, Skyler Grant, barges into the art gallery where my work is being exhibited and trashes the place. "You plagiarized Leah's work and pushed her to jump off a building! I can't believe you have the gall to have an exhibition here! I have to seek justice for her!" He sets the gallery on fire, leading to stray glass shards damaging my eyes. I'm tormented by the pain of losing my work and vision when Leah Rivers returns. She says indifferently, "It was April Fool's yesterday, and I was just fooling around. You're not mad at me, are you?" I charge at her hysterically, but Skyler shields her. "They're just some canvases—so what if they're gone? You can paint them again." He has no idea that I'll never paint again.

On my wedding day, my groom's sister, Nadia Lawson, wears an elaborate ball gown and comes on stage to snatch the emcee's microphone. Before all the guests, she arrogantly says to me, "Can't you see the princess is here? Why didn't you curtsy and greet me? You deserve to be punished! Get on your knees and prostrate yourself before me as an apology!" My expression sours at her insolence. I turn around only to see the indulgent expressions on her parents' faces. The groom, Bowen Lawson, says dotingly, "We spoiled Nad silly since she was a child. You are her sister-in-law now. Don't make things hard for her." I am so mad that I can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. The clown thinks she's a princess, asking me to kneel before her? Ridiculous.

There was only one week left until my marking ceremony with Alpha Mason Wright. And this time, he was asking to postpone it yet again, all because his puphood sweetheart, Eira Padmore, the she-wolf who once saved his life, had another episode. She was in tears, begging to go to Bhador to see the snow, just like every time before, claiming she wouldn't be able to breathe otherwise. The ceremony had already been pushed back three times. All the wolves of the north had been waiting for us to complete it. But I was done waiting, and so was the pup growing inside me. If Mason refused to mark me, then I'd walk away and build my own future. But what I couldn't understand was... Why was it that the moment I left, Mason went mad searching for me, and suddenly insisted on marking me after all?

She was infertile. Her husband said he would love her no matter what. For three years, he had always been gentle to her, She was happy that she found someone who truly loved her and didn't mind that she couldn't give him a child. Until one day, She learned the fact that he's been cheating on her a long time ago, living a double life and having a baby with someone else. And that woman was someone she know. she was mad and slapped her, but didn't expect it would kill the baby. His husband was furious and sent his lawyer to force her to sign the divorce agreement. She was told not to take any jewelry he bought for her, and no property would belong to her, all she could do was just pack and leave. Three years later, She came back with another man...

The intern Leonardo Paige,who grew up in the slums of San Francisco,who had been picking pockets and engaging in all sorts of atrocities at such a young age. He meets a girl Tiffany Cullen a rich woman who eventually falls in love with Leo. Leo could have settled with her but his impending greed made in collaborate with her best friend Mandy Cox,to dupe her of her wealth. The for to for say landed Tiffany is jail for a whole year. In her absence Leo and Mandy claimed her wealth. She was devastated to find out that her best friend and her so called boy friend duped her. Leo didn't expect himself to fall for the woman he rejected and treated to badly.He certainly didn't expect she would let go off her revenge mad forgive him. The only thing that that burned in Tiffany was the fire of revenge

I was in the late stages of kidney failure, but my husband, Calvin Quayle, gave the kidney that was the best match for me to my younger sister, Louella Lassiter. The doctor urged me to wait for another donor, but I refused. I checked out of the hospital early. I had stopped caring long ago. What was even the point of fighting anymore? I transferred all the assets I'd accumulated over the years to Louella, finally pleasing Mom and Dad. I didn't even get mad when Calvin hovered over Louella like he was some kind of devoted nurse. Instead, I told him to take good care of her. And when my son, Nathan Quayle, said he wanted Louella to be his mom? I smiled and said yes. They got exactly what they wanted, so why were they suddenly regretting it now?

After secretly registering our marriage, my lawyer husband, Benedict White, proposed holding a public wedding ceremony every time he gained favor with his lover, Anna Lester. Over three years, Benedict asked me thirty-three times and broke thirty-three promises. The first time, Anna’s dog died. He said we had to mourn for three months to honor it. I stood in a wedding dress and apologized endlessly to the friends and relatives seated below the stage. The second time, Anna had menstrual pain. He turned around on the way and went to care for her. After that, every ceremony he promised came with a new problem from Anna. I cried. I protested. Yet Benedict always said, “She's just a friend with benefits. You’re my wife. Don’t be so petty about it.” After the thirty-third time, I finally grew tired. I slid a divorce agreement across the table in front of him. “Let’s get this over with.”

I arranged a lavish dinner cruise in Alpha Lucien Grimfang's honor. However, I mistakenly wore the ceremonial gown that had once belonged to his late Luna, Sylvia Wilder. In front of all the guests, his ten-year-old son, Rhett Grimfang, suddenly rammed me into the champagne tower. The shattered crystal glasses left deep cuts across my skin. "Don't think that you can replace my mother just because you're wearing her sacred gown! You're nothing but a dog—obedient and always at my father's beck and call! Don't you dare dream of claiming a Luna's honor!" His cold, scornful expression mirrored Lucien's perfectly. "I can make you leave anytime I want!" I forced myself to look up at the pup I had raised. "Don't trouble yourself. Tomorrow, I'll submit my resignation to the Elder Council and leave for good."