Neo Hou Movie

Carl Grant was going to marry his first love. Although Rosalyn Jones had been with him for seven years, she didn't throw a fit, even personally organizing a grand wedding ceremony for him. However, on the day of his wedding, she put on a bridal gown too, and their wedding cars crossed paths along the highway. As the brides exchanged bouquets, Carl heard Rosalyn telling him, "All the best!" He chased her down for miles before finally catching up to her, and he was breaking down in tears as he held her. "No, Rosalyn… You're mine!" That was when a man alighted and took Rosalyn in his arms. "If she's yours, then who do I belong to?"

In the first year I was brought home, the phony heiress Viola Baker suggested a trip to Gold Island to build a sisterly connection with me. My fiancé, Jeremy Abbott, had joined us to ensure our safety. However, they ended up amassing significant gambling debts at the island's casinos. In a bid to flee, he abandoned me on the island as a hostage, vanishing without a trace alongside Viola. The casino staff restrained me, poised to unleash their wrath upon me. In my frantic struggle, I glimpsed a phone number labeled "Island Owner" on the leader's phone screen. "Could that be the number of my brother, who had cared for me for more than a decade?"

I married Eleanor Vance on the very same day her true love was getting married next door. Just as we were about to exchange rings, the man himself stormed into our ceremony. Red-eyed and shaking, he announced that the only woman he'd ever loved was Eleanor and that he couldn't go through with marrying the fiancee waiting for him, the one battling a terminal illness. Eleanor didn't even look at me. She pulled her hand from mine and ran after him. I was left standing there, humiliated, while my mother was so angry she ended up in the hospital. Later, the abandoned bride and I caught each other's eyes for a moment. I asked quietly, "Do you want to switch grooms?" Three years passed before Eleanor came back. She was crying, saying she regretted everything. But I scooped up both kids from the backseat, one in each arm. I stepped aside and said, "Excuse me. I'm in a hurry to pick up my wife from work."

Under a moon that binds wolves by blood and fate, Lyra Vale survives by staying invisible. Raised among humans and believing herself weak, Lyra’s life shatters when a full moon awakens the wolf inside her and exposes her to the brutal hierarchy of werewolf packs. Claimed as the mate of Ronan Blackthorn, the feared Alpha King, Lyra is thrust into a world ruled by dominance, ancient laws, and a Moon Goddess who demands obedience. But Lyra is not what she seems. As her power grows and forbidden truths surface, she discovers the mate bond is not a blessing it is a chain. And the Moon Goddess is not a protector, but a parasite feeding on bloodshed and control. Torn between love and destiny, Lyra must choose: submit to fate… or break the moon itself.

The day my parents divorced, the rain wouldn’t stop. Two agreements sat on the table. One meant staying in the old Eastwood District with my gambling-addicted father, Alexander Clark, drowning in debt. The other meant leaving for Silverstrand Coast with my mother, Charlotte Hayes, who was remarrying into wealth. In my last life, my younger brother, Mathias Clark, cried and clung to Mom while I quietly packed my things and chose to stay with Dad. Later, he quit gambling and struck it rich during a redevelopment boom. He poured everything into raising me right. Meanwhile, Mathias was trapped in his stepfather’s house—isolated, controlled, never allowed outside—until depression took his life. But this time, everything changed. Mathias snatched the cigarette from Dad’s hand and hugged him tightly, refusing to let go. "Tyler, I feel bad for Dad. You go enjoy the good life over there. I’ll stay and take care of him for you." Dad froze for a moment, then smiled with relief and patted his shoulder. I said nothing. I simply picked up the train ticket to the coast. What he didn’t know was that… In my last life, the reason Dad was able to quit gambling was because I had a brain tumor. I worked myself to the brink of coughing up blood just to repay his debts. I traded my life… for his redemption.

"Just try and make a wish when I'm around, okay, pigeon?" He smiled. I smirked and raised an eyebrow, folding my arms on my chest, "what good is a genie if I can't make a wish when he is not around?" He took a step closer, his ocean blue eyes twinkling in the sun and he whispered in my ear, "because you will like to see how handsome I look when fulfilling your wish." Molly is not a typical teenage girl who blushes when a boy speaks to her. She is known for her sharp annoying tongue and she never hesitates in using it. One day in the cafeteria, the rumoured bad boy approached her, asking to be her genie. But what she didn't expect was for him to wish himself into her heart and right after proclaiming her love to him, she learnt of something that not only broke her heart but shattered her soul.

They replaced me as a wife. They replaced me as a mother. So I replaced them with a life they could never reach. They buried her while she was still alive. Not with dirt— but with betrayal. After eight years of marriage, she was nothing more than a replaceable wife. A husband who chose another woman. A daughter who called someone else “mom.” A family that erased her existence. And then came the final blow— six months to live. So she walked away to die… But instead, she was reborn. Years later, she returns with power, wealth, and a name that shakes the world. Now they finally see her worth. But she’s no longer the woman they destroyed— and this time, she’s the one deciding who gets left behind.

I arranged a lavish dinner cruise in Alpha Lucien Grimfang's honor. However, I mistakenly wore the ceremonial gown that had once belonged to his late Luna, Sylvia Wilder. In front of all the guests, his ten-year-old son, Rhett Grimfang, suddenly rammed me into the champagne tower. The shattered crystal glasses left deep cuts across my skin. "Don't think that you can replace my mother just because you're wearing her sacred gown! You're nothing but a dog—obedient and always at my father's beck and call! Don't you dare dream of claiming a Luna's honor!" His cold, scornful expression mirrored Lucien's perfectly. "I can make you leave anytime I want!" I forced myself to look up at the pup I had raised. "Don't trouble yourself. Tomorrow, I'll submit my resignation to the Elder Council and leave for good."

“You shouldn’t have found me.” Zara thought it was a joke. A wrong number. A mistake. Until the messages didn’t stop. Until the feeling of being watched followed her everywhere—into crowded streets, quiet nights, and even into the office of the man who was never supposed to notice her. Sebastian Vale doesn’t get distracted. Cold, controlled, and dangerously composed, he built his empire on precision and people like Zara were never part of his plan. But from the moment she stood in front of him, nervous and defiant, something shifted. Something he refuses to name. Something he cannot control. As Zara struggles to hold on to the one thing keeping her afloat her job, her past begins to bleed into her present in ways she cannot escape. Because someone is watching. Someone who knows her. Someone who is waiting. And the closer she gets to Sebastian, the more dangerous everything becomes. Because he isn’t the only one who found her. And this time— running won’t save her.

*Smut After her mate's brutal rejection, healing prodigy Sandra surrenders to a dangerously seductive stranger in a dark alley, only to discover he's her uncle Marcus. Trapped by blackmail in his isolated house, forbidden desire ignites between lessons. But Marcus harbors a deadly secret about her father's death. ----------------- “Fuck, Sandra,” he growled, thumb brushing over my nipple through the fabric until it stiffened, aching. “Vanessa’s right upstairs. If she hears us—” “I don’t care,” I panted, rocking up against him, chasing that thick pressure. “Make me forget today. Just tonight. Please.” I’m going straight to hell,” he muttered, then closed the gap. His mouth took mine slow this time, deliberate, like he was memorizing the taste of me. I sighed into it, hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders. He tasted like black coffee and smoke and sin, and I wanted more. He tugged me closer, one hand fisting in my hair, the other splayed low on my back, pressing me against him. Heat flared low in my belly, spreading fast. I shifted, trying to ease the ache between my thighs, and he groaned against my lips, grip tightening. His tongue traced the seam of my mouth; I opened for him instantly, meeting him stroke for stroke until we were both breathing hard. He tilted my head back, lips moving down my throat, teeth grazing the frantic beat of my pulse. I gasped, nails digging into the muscle of his shoulders. “We should stop,” he rasped against my skin, but his hand was already pushing under my thin tank top, calloused palm gliding up my ribs. “We should,” I agreed breathlessly, then dragged his mouth back to mine, kissing him deeper, hungrier.