Magma One Piece

Walter Gray Arkinson is a simple guy who loves to perform. In his 18 years of existence, he never fell in love. He's scared to fall in love with anyone due to his traumatic experiences. His parents are both victims of arrange marriage, and his father constantly cheated. Until one day, he met Angelica Shane Gonzales. Ang mundo nyang tahimik naging sobrang makulay, pero paano kung magkaroon na naman sya nang napakadaming problema? They say that when you love, you must trust the one you love. But what if you trust too much and get broken? Will you still be able to trust again? kakayanin mo bang sabihin na "Sya Parin"? All Rights Reserved

The day I found out I wasn't really an Adelson, Sharon—their real daughter—stormed in and stabbed me—over and over. Just like that, my shot at being a mom? Gone. Chuck Benetton, my fiancé, lost it. My parents swore they'd disown her. To "comfort" me, Chuck proposed on the spot. My parents handed me the severance letter—Sharon officially disowned—and told me to just focus on healing. Later, they said Sharon had run off and gotten trafficked in Nyamara, some hotspot for scams and lost souls. They said it served her right. And yeah... I believed them. Six years into the lie, I saw her—very much alive, baby bump and all, curled up against my husband like she owned him. "If I hadn't snapped back then, Yasmine never would've married you, " she said. "Thank God you and Mom and Dad backed me. Otherwise, that imposter would've landed me in jail. "She probably never guessed I've been right here, carrying your baby. Once I give birth, just fake an adoption. She can nanny our kid forever. "Thanks for everything, Chuck." She smiled like he was her hero. And he blushed. "Don't thank me. Marrying her was the only way to protect you. I'd do it all again." So yeah. The guy I thought loved me? He was always lying. My "parents"? They only cared about Sharon. If that's love, I want nothing to do with it.

Sa pag kabigo ni Chloe sa dati nitong nobyo, naisipan niyang pumunta sa Club para maka-limot sa pait ng kanyang puso. Naka-bunggo niya ang estrangherong lalaki na hininggan niya ng halik at ang halik na iyon nauwi sa mainit na pag tatalik. 2 days past, nag cross muli ang kanilang landas sa Campus,

Bata pa lamang si Joanne Mercado ay tiyak na niyang ang kababata niyang si Andrew ang nais niyang makasama sa habang buhay, ngunit,  isang gabi ay nagawa niyang ibigay ang pagkabirhen sa lalaking kinamumuhian niya mula pa sa kanyang pagkabata, si Lorenzo Villarama, ang kanyang step brother. 

Matteo Rizzo is the heir of the Italian mafia in New York City, and he is arrogant, obnoxious and a playboy. He has a constant target on his back, as he is feared by most. No dares to cross his path, and those who do, don’t to tell the tale.Avery Miller is a college student, and on a out, she decides to let her hair down and enjoy herself after her of six years dumps her for her roommate. Avery and Matteo cross each other’s paths, and he becomes obsessed with the goddess that used him for her own satisfaction and disappeared in the middle of the . always come back for more, expect her.

Sa paglipat nila sa lumang bahay, unti-unting naungkat ang madilim na nakaraan sa buhay ng pamilya Olivarez. Ang lahat ay nag-ugat sa poot, galit, at pighati ng pagtakas ng kanilang mommy Edna sa nakatakda niyang buhay. Isang sumpa na siyang tuluyang maipapasa sa kanyang anak na si Joelyn. Wala na nga ba talagang ligtas ang pamilya Olivarez mula sa kamay ng katakot-takot na nilalang na gumagambala sa kanila? Maghahari ba ang pagpapatawad at pagmamahal sa pamilya gayong ang kanilang kalaban isang demonyong hindi naman nila nakikita?

At the age of twenty, I mated to my father's best friend, Lucian, the Alpha of Silverfang Pack despite our age difference. He was eight years older than me and was known in the pack as the cold-hearted King of Hell. He was ruthless in the pack and never got close to any she-wolves, but he was extremely gentle and sweet towards me. He would buy me the priceless Fangborn necklace the next day just because I casually said, "It looks good." When I curled up in bed in pain during my period, he would put aside Alpha councils and personally make pain suppressant for me, coaxing me to drink spoonful by spoonful. He would hug me tight when we mated, calling me "sweetheart" in a low and hoarse voice. He claimed I was so alluring that my body had him utterly addicted as if every curve were a narcotic he couldn't quit. He even named his most valuable antique Stormwolf Armour "For Elise". For years, I had believed it was to commemorate the melody I had played at the piano on our first encounter: the very tune that had sparked our love story. Until that day, I found an old photo album in his study. The album was full of photos of the same she-wolf. You wouldn’t believe this, but we looked like twin sisters! The she-wolf in one of the photos was playing the piano and smiling brightly. The back of the photo said, "For Elise." ... After discovering the truth, I immediately drafted a severance agreement to sever our mate bond. Since Lucian only cared about Elise, no way in hell I would be your Luna Alice anymore.

After being betrayed by her boyfriend and evil step sister, she died by the hand of her step mother's assassin. However, she had a second chance at life. A chance to right the wrongs. A chance to revenge on those who hurt her. They were all going to pay!

Gabriella is heartbroken when her boyfriend cheats on her with her best friend. Determined to forget about him she has a one-night stand which leads to her getting pregnant, she leaves the country to put her life back together. Three years later Gabriella has her life back together and returns to America to chase her dream of being a Fashion Designer. She finds herself falling for her cold boss. What would happen when she finds out her cold boss is the father of her children? And who would she choose?

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."