May Day Eve Characters

Character: Zarina Czyrine Montereal Sixto Grey Zarkozi (Mayor X Secretary) Synopsis: Simula noong namatay ang mga magulang ko sa 'di malamang dahilan, tanging sumalo sa akin ang lola ko. Bata pa lamang ako tinatak ko na sa kukote ko na lahat ng gusto ko ay hindi ko makukuha, kung makukuha ko 'man ito, kailangang mag banat ng buto, miski nga pag-aaral ay hindi na natupad dahil sa hirap ng buhay na kinagisnan ko. Mas lalong naghirap ang buhay ko ng namatay ang lola sa katandaan, halos bumalik sa umpisa ang buhay ko. Ilang buwan akong nagmukmok sa pagkawala ng lola, kahit gutom ko ay tinutulog ko na lamang para hindi ko maramdaman ito. Isang araw, may silay ng liwanag ng pag-asa ang dumating pero kapalit nito ay walang hanggang pagsisisi, pero wala akong magagawa dahil isang kahig isang tuka ako. Inaya ako ng kaibigan ko sa isang trabaho na tiyak ay kikita ng malaki sa isang gabi lang. Ang mga pulitiko ang magiging customer namin. Pataasan ng presyo, bidding ng mga babae ang mangyayari kung sino ang pinakamalaking offer ay sakaniya na ang babae ng isang gabi. Isang kakaibang lalaki ang nakakuha sa 'kin, kulay luntian ang mga mata at may malapad na balikat at maskuladong mga braso na kitang kita sa polo na yumayakap sa katawan nito. Pagtapos nga ba ng gabi ay tapos na rin sila? O mapapaamo niya ang isang Mayor na mabangis pa sa mga tigre?

When my son asked me about his father while crying once again, I pointed at the television. Samuel Shaw, who had just made it into the top three of the wealth rankings, was being interviewed. He said he had achieved fame and success, and the person he hated most was his childhood sweetheart and ex-wife. “She abandoned me when I was gravely ill, all for the sake of money. But it was that very betrayal that pushed me to rise from the ashes in my darkest hour.” The reporters grew excited and suggested contacting me on the spot. "She must be filled with regret, begging Mr. Shaw to take her back!" My phone rang right then. I answered and immediately asked for money. "Samuel, my son is sick. Could you lend me sixty thousand dollars?" He abruptly hung up the phone and said with a cold laugh, "Knowing she's living so miserably gives me peace of mind." Looking at the kidney failure report in my hand, I silently wept. Six years ago, I secretly donated one of my kidneys to Samuel. Now, his son was suffering from the same disease and didn't have much time left.

On the night of the Blood Moon Pack's grand ceremony, my Alpha fiancé Ethan solemnly announced before all pack members that we would soon complete our lifelong marking. The pack's blessings surged toward us like a tide. My face flushed red as I pressed against his strong chest, which carried the scent of pine. Suddenly, a figure blocked the moonlight at the temple entrance. Ivy, my friend who had vanished five years ago, stepped inside, accompanied by a pup with eyes like stars. Ignoring everyone's gaze, she walked straight toward us. Her collar slowly slipped down, revealing a deep Alpha bite mark on her neck. Under the moonlight, that mark was as shocking as a brand. "Lucas, come to meet your father."

Beverly Clyde Dante A smart ass architect who always lock himself in his office working. He's a workaholic and that made him a really successful architect. He came to his bestfriend wedding and met this georgous woman who acknowledge herself as his bestfriend's ex-girlfriend. He stopped her before she can ruin his bestfriend's wedding. Beverly Carington Beautiful, sexy, smart and kinda evil. Since she got into college, she found a new part time job and it's ruin people's relationship. She needs money and her friend gave her a brilliant idea to make it. She always helps someone to ruin someone else's relationship.

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After the plane crash, my body was never recovered. My soul drifted back to the home I hadn't stepped foot in for five years. They didn't know I was dead. They were still waiting for me to come home for Christmas. When my mom got the call from the airline, she froze for a long time, completely at a loss, before breaking down in tears. I followed them as they went to the memorial crash site. That was when I noticed something strange—I could see their levels of regret hovering above their heads. My brother's regret level read: 40%. My father's showed: 60%. Even my sister-in-law had 30% over her head. But my mother's regret level? It flashed a cold, unchanging 0%.

My body matured faster than most girls my age. When I turned 18, my overprotective brother worried I’d be taken advantage of, so he asked his best friend to look after me. But the first time we met, that man's eyes never left my body. After I graduated from college, he kept crossing the line, again and again. By day, he was my boss, and by night, I was his "personal assistant." For four years, we kept our affair a secret. He molded me into exactly what he liked, and the worst part? I let him. One day, his ex-fiancée came back from overseas. He slipped out of my bed in the middle of the night and rushed to the airport to pick her up. Humiliated but unwilling to let go, I followed him there, only to watch him gently stroke another woman’s hair right in front of me. He turned to me and said, "Jennifer Huckabee, four years ago, you were the one who crawled into my bed while I was drunk. The way you're behaving now… it’s really pathetic." The way he looked at her was soft, and the way he mocked me was sharp and deliberate. I suddenly realized he was right. This was meaningless. So I lowered my head, texted my brother to tell him I’d accept the Sinclair family marriage proposal, then looked up at that man and smiled. "Alright then. Goodbye."

He stole my name. Then he tried to steal my life. But he’ll never steal my heart will he?” When August Hale, a quiet literature student with a past he tries to forget, transfers to a prestigious university under a scholarship, all he wants is to stay invisible, graduate, and move on. But his plan falls apart the moment he discovers another student on campus using his exact full name. Same name. Same birthday. Same hometown. But this August Hale is wealthy, charming, and cruel and he already knows too much. At first, August thinks it’s a prank. A coincidence. Until he starts losing things His place in classes His reputation His identity The fake August Hale, whose real name is Sebastian Wolfe, is playing a dangerous game. And when he sets his sights on the real August, obsession begins to blur the line between identity theft and romantic fixation. August wants answers. Sebastian wants August. But as August begins to dig into Sebastian’s past, he unearths something much darker than he expected a twisted reason why Sebastian chose him and why he can’t let him go.

Unfortunately, Carly’s father was executed for treason few days to her 21st birthday. Shattered and heartbroken she vowed to revenge on the people who had a hand in killing him. As if that was not enough, she was maltreated and starved. On one of the scariest day of her life, her wolf finally came and she was also lucky to meet her mate Derek, the most feared Alpha, rumored to have killed his former mate. And also, the one who ordered her father’s death. Would she be able to avenge her father's death since the king is her mate? Would her relationship with the Alpha king bring misfortune instead of happiness? What will become of her burning hate if she falls in love the Alpha king?

I loved Adriano Ferraro—yeah, that Don—for five freaking years. He wasn't just my fiancé; he was my anchor in a world where loyalty got tested, and weakness got you killed. We had it all mapped out—dreams, plans, a future we actually thought we owned. Until I lost our baby. I reached for him, shaking, desperate for anything. But comfort never came. Instead, it was her. His stepsister, propped up. "Don't buy her act. She's just fishing for attention—again." That snake smiled like she just won a prize for emotional torture, dripping venom while fanning the flames. And Adriano? He bought it. He turned away. In that moment, it hit me—I wasn't just grieving. I was completely alone. The kid I carried, the future I built in my head? Gone. And so was I. I walked out. On him. On the Ferraro Family I was stupid enough to think I could belong to. All I left behind was silence. Empty space where we used to be. Now Adriano's drowning in regret, but it's too damn late. The life we should've had, the love we should've built? Dust. And her? The stepsister who ruined it all? She's paying for every lie.