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At sterlinggate university, only one rule matters: Monsters do not belong. Yuna never meant to become one. After being publicly humiliated by her boyfriend , Yuna’s emotions spiral out of control, she had a tough encounter with her bully, Megan, triggering a secret she was never meant to awaken. She isn’t just a werewolf. She is a kitsune. A nine-tailed fox believed to be extinct. A creature every wolf has been trained to hunt. When her transformation is exposed, the university goes into lockdown. Hunters flood the campus. Silver charms are distributed. And one order is made clear: “Kill the kitsune”. The only person willing to protect her is Noah Phillips,the star wolf of the university… and the son of the chief hunter leading the execution. As danger closes in and her powers grow harder to control, Yuna must choose: hide and survive, or rise and fight back. Because if the wolves discover the truth… They won’t just kill her. They’ll start a war.

On Valentine's Day, I paid in full for a sports car and gave it to my wife as a gift. But when my wife arrived at the private dining restaurant, she brought her parents—and her childhood sweetheart—along with her. The moment my mother-in-law saw it, she slammed her hand on the table, furious. "Tyler, do you have so much money that it's burning a hole in your pocket? Is all this really necessary just for a meal? "Megan pinches every penny at home, and here you are throwing money around outside—just to show off?" Embarrassed, I tried to explain that this was simply a token of my love for Megan. My father-in-law, however, kept a stern face. "No matter how expensive the car is, it's still going to get stuck in traffic during rush hour! It's not even as useful as the electric scooter Brandon gave her. If you ask me, you didn't put any real thought into this. "Oh, right. I heard the salesperson who sold you the car was introduced by Brandon. How exactly are you planning to repay that favor? No matter how busy you are with work, you can't just push everything onto Brandon to handle for you." I could hear the hidden meaning behind his words. So that was what this was really about. They were still holding a grudge because a week ago, when my father-in-law had twisted his back, I hadn't gone to the hospital to visit him. But at the time, I had been busy cleaning up the mess Brandon Hayes had caused for the company. I'd even kept him out of prison. Yet, instead of gratitude, they were turning the blame on me. After a long silence, my wife finally looked at me. "Tyler, transfer ten percent of the company's shares to Brandon as repayment." "And if I don't?" My father-in-law barked angrily, "Then I'll have Megan divorce you!" I laughed. Then I calmly pulled a divorce agreement from my pocket and placed it on the table. "Go ahead," I said. "Sign it."

Astrid Graves died loving the wrong man. She built the Riftclaw Pack beside Anthony, trusted him and defended him, loved him and gave him everything. Then she found out the truth. The mate bond was fake and the child she raised was never hers. When she stopped being useful, he allowed her to die in the hands of monsters while watching from his tower. Reborn weeks before her death, Astrid remembers everything. This time, she won’t beg for love. She won’t forgive. Anthony thinks she still belongs to him. He has no idea she’s already planning his downfall. And when the vicious Alpha King, Davian Thornevale, offers her a cold political marriage to reclaim her stolen birthright? Astrid doesn’t believe in fate anymore. But she’ll use every weapon she has, including a king who wants nothing to do with love to burn her enemies to the ground. The

Three years of marriage is such a short period of time for love, as people say. But for Seah Alxandra Garcia, three years of marriage with Mikhail De Luca was a curse. Matapos maka-graduate ni Seah sa kursong architecture ay agad siyang ikinasal kay Mikhail, isa namang italianong engineer. Malaking pagkabigo para kay Seah ang magpakasal agad, ngunit wala rin siyang nagawa dahil para ito sa ikabubuti ng kaniyang pamilya. Tatlo lang ang hinihiling ni Mikhail sa kaniyang bagong asawa para sa loob ng tatlong taon. Iyon ay ang manirahan sa Italya, matulungan siyang mapalago ang negosyo, at pagsilbihan ito — tatlong hiling sa loob ng tatlong taon para lang sa malaking pangangailangan ng pamilya ni Seah. Wala na kay Mikhail kung maisipan siyang iwan ni Seah matapos ang tatlong taong pagsasama nila, ngunit sa kabila ng lahat ay sadyang mapaglaro ang tadhana. Paano na lang kung nasanay na si Mikhail na mamuhay kasama ang asawa niya? Pero paano na lang kung gusto na niyang makapiling si Seah sa bawat araw na gigising siya? It was all clear to Mikhail they should have boundaries as a business marriage contract couple, but some things just ends up with what we don't expect. Seah didn't ask for a run, but who would've thought that her life will be in a double chase? Meeting the Ezekiel Ricci and Megan Ricci was like a lucky moment for Seah, pero ang hindi niya alam ay may trahedya pang naghihintay sa kaniya. She thought that finally, she will be stable and content with Mikhail, not until Ezekiel becomes the reason for their endless fights. Nang makilala ni Seah ang magkapatid na sina Ezekiel at Megan, para bang nabahiran ng gulo ang relasyon nila ni Mikhail. That with every bit of step she makes, their relationship fades.

I was never a novel person. Honestly? I couldn’t care less about them. That is, until “Three Hearts, One Love”... the reverse harem novel that took over the world… shoved itself into my life. Everywhere I turned: malls, newsfeeds, radios, TVs… Even the old lady at the bus stop was raving about it. Out of pure annoyance… and a little curiosity… I bought a copy, planning to skim it just enough to say it was overrated. Big mistake. Huge. One minute I was rolling my eyes at the melodrama, the next I woke up inside the story — not as the beloved heroine, of course. No, fate made me Luna Graves: the pathetic and miserable, jealous best friend doomed to crash and burn spectacularly by the end of the novel. With no way out, I figured I'd play my part, die dramatically, and call it a day. But then something weird happened. Scenes shifted. Strangers walked onto the page. And the swoon-worthy male leads? They stopped chasing the heroine... and started chasing me. Me. The villain. This wasn’t in the script... and I was definitely not ready.

Omar bin Khalid is a thirty four year old man who has lived most of his life outside Saudi Arabia and his father's fear is that he might just have forgotten the Saudi laws and his family's traditions, this proves to be so when he returns from America to Saudi Arabia with an American lady as his bride to be. His father, the Sheikh Khalid bin Aaban is not happy with his decisions especially when he already had plans of getting his only son married to the Saudi princess who had vowed never to love again until Omar, the man she is set to get married to, enters the picture. Scorched is a story about love and the trials that comes with falling in and out of love, strong wills, friendships, greed for power and an ultimate secrecy against the throne. Who is actually the villain of the story? The love triangle between Omar, Megan and Mariam, who wins? And is it worth it in the end?

When my father succumbed to a brutal illness, my world shattered. The day before his funeral, my fiancé abandoned me to marry his first love, which added to my grief. When I confronted him, his irritation was palpable. "Megan's dad is dying of cancer," he snapped. "His last wish is to see her get married. I did something good. Can't you see it?" That night, I called him, desperate for answers, only to hear that woman's smug voice. "Blake is in the shower. Can I help you?" I hung up without a word, my heart sinking. Later, he called back, exhausted and dismissive. "I'm swamped with wedding plans. Don't bother me with irrelevant things, okay?" Silence was my only response. I tossed the engagement ring into the trash and canceled our wedding plans, severing the ties that bound us.

I've been married to Elliot Graves, the mafia drug lord in NYC, for the past eight years. But today—on our wedding anniversary—I received a photo of him with my best friend, Lila, celebrating as if they were the ones married. And in her arms was my son, Owen. I stared at the image, then typed out two words in reply. “How perfect.” Half a hour later, Elliot stormed through the front door. His voice thundered through the hallway. “Why do you always have to be so bitchy to Lila?” Owen, my own little boy, shoved at my leg and glared. “Bad Momma,” he said. “I wish Miss Lila was my real mommy.” I didn’t flinch. I simply walked over to the drawer, pulled out the crisp stack of papers I’d long prepared, and dropped them on the table with a quiet finality. “Alright,” I said, my voice calm. “It’s all my fault. Now, can I go?”