Momo Challenge Panakot Sa Bata Mga Nobela at Kwento

I'm just a regular human being, and yet I've ended up signing a soul-bond contract with Erik Pendragon, the Frost Dragon King. Due to my lowly status, Erik refuses to let me attend the festival that we're supposed to show up at. So far, I've organized 18 grand festivals for Erik, and yet I'm forced to hide in the shadows. But somehow, Erik agrees to let me attend the 19th festival as the Dragon Queen. Of course, I'm excited to no end. I even go to great lengths to doll myself up, only to see Erik holding hands with another human woman named Clara Beech. The memory montage, which I've put hard work into making, has been replaced by a lovey-dovey montage featuring Erik and Clara. After Er

I've always been a good girl but forlorn— abused and controlled by my husband and neglected by my parents. But the second I walked into the stranger's house, I saw hope that I had never thought would lead me into temptation. There, I met Courtney Siegel, a notorious Mafia King who held mighty and alluring features that would make any woman swoon. But behind his exquisite facade obscures a heart made of cold steel that could strike terror and death in even the most dauntless men. From the moment he saved me from my abusive husband, he also allowed me to feel a genuine and wild taste of passion I found hard to resist. I was scared of men before. I used to believe they were nothing but

When Mom and Dad went broke—$30K in debt—they let collectors sell me to Nyamara, a lawless border strip full of trafficking, forced labor, and private prisons. I slept in flooded cells. Ate rotten food. Tried to run. They smashed both my legs with iron rods. I dragged myself home—and walked in on them planning Nina's sweet eighteen. Dad flicked his hand and dropped $3 million on a top-tier jewelry set for her. Mom smiled, then mentioned me. "I heard Talia cries every day, begging to come home. When do we tell her the truth and bring her back?" Dad shook his head, smug. "What's the rush? This is her gift. Let her tough it out one more month. Otherwise, how's she supposed to inherit our b

My name is Kristin Cantrell, and I'm the only daughter of Central City's Alpha, Adam Cantrell. Everyone knows that whoever I bond with is sure to become the next Werewolf Chairman. On my 20th birthday, the witch gives me a magical mirror that can show me the wolf who is the most suited to become my mate. Two wolves appear side by side. One is my childhood sweetheart, Kaelen Olson, and the other is his uncle, Ethan Olson. I choose Ethan without hesitation. Everyone is shocked at my decision because I have loved Kaelen for eight years. Not only do I declare that I only want him to mark me, but I also take up needles for the first time to knit him a cape. On the other hand, Ethan's previous

Lysara has spent six months surviving Arcadia Academy as the adopted daughter of Alpha Victor and personal servant to his biological daughter. Everyone believes she's wolfless, but little do they know. When a mysterious power erupts during combat class, Arcadia's strongest Alphas begin reacting strangely to her presence. Their wolves recognize something impossible. A forgotten bloodline, ascent erased from history. While Lysara struggles to control the dangerous wolf hidden inside her, she uncovers terrifying secrets beneath Arcadia Academy, mysterious voices calling her into the ancient woods, and a professor who seems to know far more about her than he should. Unknown to eve

Publicly rejected by her mate, framed as a traitor, and forced to watch Alpha Noah Sterling execute their unborn child before sentencing her to death, Sylla Hartley dies with one final vow, to make the man she loved pay for destroying her life. The Moon Goddess grants her another chance, and she awakens five years in the past on the day of the Mating Ball, determined to avoid Noah, rewrite her fate, and uncover the truth behind the conspiracy that destroyed her. But the more she changes the future, the more she realizes her first life was built on lies. A string of brutal murders are terrorizing the packs, each victim bearing the same mysterious skull mark. Witches are blamed, innoc

noong bata pa si Jiroh nakita nya kung pano walang hiyaang patayin ang mga kamag anak nya.He is 6yrs.that time but know he is 26 for now.He want a justice and revenge for her parents na pinatay ng magkakaibigan.Pero ang papatayin nya ay hindi sya kilala dahil sa bawat pagpatay nya naksuot sya ng mask.

It was a national holiday and we decided to drive back to my husband's hometown to spend the holidays. One day before we left, my husband's childhood crush came crying to him that she had not managed to buy train tickets home. My husband immediately decided to let her have my seat in the car and insisted that I take the train instead. I looked at him in disbelief. There was shock in my eyes. Even my son insisted I take the train. "Mommy, Aunt Rosie is so pretty. How could you make her take the train?" I did not argue. I booked my train ticket right in front of them. However, it was to my own hometown. I no longer wanted a biased husband and a disloyal son.

My mom had a sudden heart attack, and the medical bills were piling up faster than I could breathe. I was desperate, so I turned to my rich boyfriend, hoping he could help, or at least offer some kind of solution. But instead of the support I expected, he unleashed a tirade that hit harder than anything I'd ever heard. "So this is why you're with me? Just for my money? You're no different from those other women throwing themselves at me. You're all the same—pathetic and shameless!" Before I could even react, he shoved me out the door. Later, when he finally understood the full story, he handed me a bank card, no questions asked. "Candice," he said quietly, his tone almost remorseful.

My in-laws were old-fashioned. They insisted that spending New Year's in their hometown was a must for a smooth year ahead. We could not get train tickets, so we decided to drive back. When my wife’s first love heard about it, he insisted on coming with us. He even brazenly took the front passenger seat from me. “Charles, I get carsick easily. I can only sit in the front.” Evan shot me a disdainful look. "It's just a seat. Why are you being so touchy?" “If you knew how to drive, would this even be an issue?” My in-laws chimed in as well. “You’re a grown man. Why are you making such a fuss over something so small?” Outnumbered, I had no choice but to squeeze into the back seat with my