My Quiet Life As A Blacksmith

My sister's best friend borrowed 20 thousand from me, saying it was for her mother's medical bills. As a cop, I lent it to her. I figured if I could help, I should. When it was time to pay me back, she didn't return a cent. Instead, she showed up at my precinct holding a baby and accused me of indecent assaults. After a paternity test, the baby turned out to be mine. She went on livestreams, crying about how I broke the law despite being a police officer. She used the scandal to make herself famous. The force treated me like a disgrace and fired me. I tried to explain, but no one believed me. I went from a model officer to a criminal overnight. My parents were cyberbullied; with nowhere left to turn, they both drowned themselves. My wife was also beaten in the street. She suffered a miscarriage from the attack and died from massive blood loss. As for my sister, guilt drove her insane; she was hospitalized before vanishing from the public eye. After my family fell apart, I hanged myself one night. Then I opened my eyes again. I'd been reborn. Facing my sister's evil friend, I vowed to fight back.

Rose Alexander, Canada most beautiful heiress thought her dream of a happily ever after was finally coming to pass. However after being betrayed by most of the people she loved and cared about d to a devil-like handsome Greek Italian god. Picking herself back up again was all Rose could do after a dreadful incident that almost took her life. She learnt not to trust anyone and keep her guards up after her finance broke her heart and left her to die coldly on a lonely street in the middle of the night. With nothing left for her to lose she decided to take her revenge, ready she was willing to do everything possible to make sure the people who betrayed her paid. But it was more deeper than she thinks, left with no choice she sold her soul to another Italian devil who might just end up breaking her again. Why do all Italian guys do this to me? she thought

The Moretti Family's Thanksgiving party was in full swing downstairs—crystal clinks, fake laughs, classic mafia gloss. Meanwhile, I was curled up in a servant's room on the third floor. Jackson Moretti's wife. Legally, anyway. My hands were ice. I gripped the ultrasound report like it could anchor me. Three heartbeats. Strong, steady. It was supposed to be a surprise—his big Thanksgiving gift. To the outside world, Jackson was a polished Stanford grad, running a top-tier consulting firm in San Francisco. But behind the scenes? He ran the Moretti empire—cold, calculated, pulling strings in the West Coast's darkest corners. Three years of marriage and we barely spoke, but I still clung to the hope that maybe... maybe there was something real left. Then I heard him downstairs. "You really not letting your wife come down?" "Isabella?" He laughed. "She'd kill the vibe." Another voice chimed in. "Lina's back, right? Wild you married her twin. Which one do you actually like?" Jackson didn't miss a beat. "Isabella's just a stand-in. Quiet. Predictable. I could tell her to drop dead and she'd say 'okay.'" "So when are you ditching her?" "Dunno. She thinks she matters. I'm just playing her." I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the sob. A minute later, I was heading downstairs, numb. I brushed my fingers over my belly. "Sorry, babies," I whispered. Triplets. His. He thought I was blind. Weak. Stuck. What he didn't know? A quiet woman, once she snaps—she can burn it all down.

A brat woman met her first love again for almost 10 years just because they are getting married for unknown reason. Hillary hated him always and she will always do. Hillary's ego strample because of his father's decision. Parang isinaalang-alang niya ang pride niya at nawalan siya ng respeto ng gumawa ng desisyon ang ama niya na ipakasal siya sa isang kilalang lalaki. And, as expected. She really knows that man. She very well known that man. That man is giving her a creeps in her whole body. Hindi niya alam kung nandidiri ba siya o ginagawa niya lang itong dahilan para hindi mapansin na iba talaga ang ipinapahiwatig ng nararamdaman niya. Samantalang ang lalaking pinakasalan niya naman ay sobrang nakakairita. Walang araw na hindi niya nararamdaman ang pagkulo ng dugo niya. Walang araw na hindi nagbabangayan at nagbabardagulan ang dalawang 'yan. Halos araw araw silang nagsisigawan na parang mga sirang plaka dahil sa paulit-ulit na mga sinasabi nila. Minsan napapaisip ako, hindi ba sila napapagod? Nakakapagod kaya makipagsigawan sa isang taong makitid ang utak. Well, hindi pa naman bukas ang puso at isipan nilang dalawa para magmahalan, kaya hangga't hindi pa dumadating ang araw na 'yon. They were just enjoying being a mortal enemies.

When I'm feeling lost and helpless after being diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer, my husband is accompanying another woman for her medical checkup. I don't cry or fuss. Instead, I calmly sign the divorce papers. Later, I die without anyone knowing. Unexpectedly, my husband searches the world for me like a madman.

Alpha bilang pinakamataas, Beta bilang normal, at Omega naman bilang pinakamababa. Nang nadiskubre ng mga tao ang ikalawang sekswalidad (secondary sexuality), ito na ang naging basehan nila ng estado sa buhay. Nang matuklasan ni Nikko na isang siyang omega, pinakamababang secondary sexuality, nawalan na siya ng tiwala sa ibang tao. Alam niya ang trato ng mga tao sa mga kauri niya kaya naman pakiramdam niya ay lahat ng mga tao ay pinagbabalakan siya ng masama. Ang tanging tao na pinagkakatiwalaan lamang niya ay ang matalik na kaibigan niyang si Pier - isang alpha. Bilang isang alpha at omega, manatili pa rin kaya ang pagkakaibigan nila sa oras na magsimula na ang problema nila tungkol sa ikalawang sekswalidad nila? O may mas malalim pa na koneksyon na mabubuo sa pagitan nilang dalawa?

Lola Smith never expected her quiet job at a medical clinic to pull her into the orbit of Melvin Walker, a devoted husband caring for a dying wife. Their connection begins as compassion, but loneliness draws them into a secret affair neither of them fully intended nor can easily walk away from. As Emily’s health declines, Lola and Melvin cling to each other in stolen moments that blur the line between comfort and love. But after Emily’s passing, grief drives Melvin into silence, leaving Lola questioning everything, including her place in his life. When Lola discovers she is pregnant, she faces the most decisive choice of her life: hold on to a man still haunted by loss or walk away to protect the new life growing inside her. Their love is messy, forbidden, and transformative forcing both to confront what they truly deserve, even if it means choosing themselves over each other.

In my previous life, everything I do to care for myself somehow ends up benefiting my new housekeeper instead. I apply expensive skincare, yet dark spots and fine lines spread across my face, whereas the 45-year-old housekeeper's face becomes silkier. I jog every morning, yet my body only grows heavier and bulkier, while hers becomes slender and toned. When my husband notices the stretch marks on my abdomen, his face twists with disgust, and he never touches me again. "I genuinely can't bring myself to touch you. How can you look worse than Mirabelle when you take such good care of yourself?" My housekeeper looks at me with a sinister smile. A chill crawls up my spine, and the strange feeling makes me fire her on the spot. Yet, as soon as she leaves, I start aging at lightning speed, entering menopause 20 years early and developing diabetes and high blood pressure. I see every doctor I can, but after hanging on for a week, I die from a stroke. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day she first reports to work. This time, I push away the royal jelly she sets in front of me with a pleasant smile. "I've been avoiding certain foods lately. You can have it instead."

After years of running from her past, Lissa returns to the one place she never wanted to see again—her childhood home. The town hasn’t changed, but Lissa has. Now a mother, a wife, and a survivor, she’s trying to rebuild a life while standing on the crumbling foundation of her trauma. Just a few months. Just until she finds her footing. But the house doesn’t let go so easily. It smells of mildew and memory. Dust covers more than furniture—it coats every secret Lissa tried to bury. As she navigates motherhood, old friendships, and a strained relationship with her sister, Lissa discovers more than ghosts in the attic. A photograph violently scribbled out. A letter from someone she hoped was lost to time. And a journal that brings her back to the girl she used to be. Her husband, Colt, tries to be her anchor. Her son, Lucas, is her reason to fight. But a single name—just one letter, T—is all it takes to fracture her resolve. The past isn’t dead. It’s waiting in the basement. In a letter tucked behind old receipts. In the quiet corners of her memory where no one else can go. As the days pass, the house begins to feel like a trap.Lissa must decide if she’s strong enough to dig through the wreckage of her past… or if some secrets are better left buried. Told with raw emotion and atmospheric suspense, House of Quiet Screams is a story of trauma, resilience, and the silent strength it takes to confront what once felt un faceable. For Lissa, surviving was never the end of the story—facing what comes after might be the beginning.

I was about to end my life when he saved me. He mended my broken heart with his love and care. He told me his darkest secret. He became the love of my life. Then she came who was the love of his life. Will he ever be mine or he will just break my heart? Will I get happiness or my heart will be broken once again?