Obedient Servant

When I opened my eyes, I found myself supposedly transmigrated to some ancient era. Every morning, before light touched the sky, someone would yank me out of bed to haul trash, chop wood, and do whatever filthiest job needed doing. Somehow, I'd become the lowest-ranked servant in the entire estate. The estate lord's son would climb onto my back and ride me around the courtyard like some pet he was proud to show off. Anyone in the household could hit me, kick me, or shove me aside, and not a single soul would speak up. Five years passed like that, so awful that I almost lost my mind, as if I were living in hell. Then one day, a group of servants cornered me. They didn't bother hiding their intention. The moment I saw their faces, I knew I was in trouble. Fists flew, boots landed, and everything blurred. Just before I passed out, I heard them whispering, "We're going to kill him if we keep this up." "Come on. This place only looks like some old noble estate. It's not an actual one. If he dies here, we're the ones who'll get dragged to court!" "Relax. Ms. Shaw will handle it. The idiot pissed off her childhood sweetheart. Getting tricked into this place is exactly what he deserves." Fear swallowed everything, and the world went dark. When I woke again, the lady of the house had conveniently "returned from visiting her family." The lord threw a grand celebration with tables full of food, wine flowing, and musicians playing like nothing had happened. I carried dishes into the banquet hall and lifted my head. Her face was the same as my wife's, Melissa Shaw. I set the final dish down, stepped closer, and in a voice only she could hear, asked, "Ma'am… are you enjoying your little game?"

"If I knew I would lose all of it, I would have let you go from the beginning." Those were the last words Nadine said before collapsing from falling down the stairs. "If you had never been in my life, you wouldn't have lost it all." And the last thing she remembered was the cold face of her husband, who was disgusted to see her. Nadine thought it was the end of her life. And when she opened her eyes hell would await her. "Wait.. Why is it so comfortable in hell? And why is it similar to my room?" When Nadine opened her eyes she didn't feel any pain in her head and she was still wearing her nightdress. The sound of her mobile phone alarm made her startled. And what surprised her most, she found out the date on her phone. She returned three years ago. More precisely, one day before her wedding day with her husband. In disbelief, he circled her house, asking the servant what date it was. But they have the same answer. "God... Must be joking! Ha ha ha... For all day...." She laughed frantically. "If You want me to pay for my sin, choose before I've forced him to marry me." She bit her nail nervously and began to think. "I separated him from his lover once to marry me. Make an innocent man become a cheater and a despicable husband. Kill our unborn baby to get his attention. And end my life in misery. Now I have a second chance. I have to fix everything. Everything.... Maybe he and my unborn baby will forgive me and I won't die young." How can Nadine fix this mess? Can she get her husband's forgiveness? Or will she end up losing everything like before?

Dante and I have been married for three years. But he never knew my real name. We’d had countless arguments over the past three years—over the petty details of everyday life. I can no longer tolerate such a ridiculous life like a puppet today. Calliope, that’s what he called me, but it was actually my twin sister’s name. My husband may never know that the woman who married him three years ago was a substitute bride. Three years ago, my sister abandoned us and left before the wedding with her lover. To prevent the anger of the Laurent’s, my family had no choice but to let me marry Dante instead of my sister. My phone rang again and again, I finally picked it up. "Throwing another tantrum, are you? Calliope, tell me what you are capable to do if you can not even be merely a housewife?" I knew Calliope could always get her way through her sweet voice and innocent smiles. She can be an obedient and perfect wife—something I could never manage. "Dante. I’m not joking.” I didn't know if my voice sounded a little sad. "You can’t be serious—" For the first time, I heard a tremor in the man's words. He doesn't love me. He likes to be in control. When he realized that his puppet was losing control, he began to panic. It's time for this farce to end. I clenched my phone and spoke to the man on the other end in the calmest voice of my life. "Dante, let's get a divorce." But what shocked me more than hearing Dante's answer was the person who suddenly appeared in front of me. Calliope, my twin sister, who disappeared for the whole three years. “Are you crazy? Why on earth would you want a divorce? That's Dante Laurent, a billionaire heir, every woman's dream！” “Calliope? Our parents and I all thought you would never show up again. I entered this wrong marriage because of your escape. Dante... he’s not that a husband out of your dreams.” “Seraphina, put away your ridiculous niceness and compassion. I have returned this time to take back what is MINE and my place.” She lifted my hand with a sneer and removed the wedding ring from my finger.

Dans un village isolé au cœur d'une forêt mystérieuse, Elara, une jeune femme sensible à la magie, est initiée aux arts occultes par sa grand-mère, une sorcière respectée mais redoutée. Cependant, son apprentissage de la sorcellerie se complique lorsqu'elle développe une passion torride pour Alden, un jeune fermier du village, mystérieusement lié à des secrets anciens et des pouvoirs magiques. Leur amour grandissant est tourmenté par des forces obscures : une sorcière maléfique, déterminée à contrôler la forêt et ses magies, ainsi que des révélations sur le passé caché d'Alden, le plaçant au centre d'une lutte entre la lumière et les ténèbres. Leur relation devient aussi intense que dangereuse, exacerbée par la magie qui les entoure, les obligeant à se sacrifier pour protéger ceux qu'ils aiment. À travers des épreuves magiques, des combats contre des créatures surnaturelles et des choix déchirants entre leur amour et le devoir, Elara et Alden doivent affronter la question cruciale : jusqu'où iront-ils pour sauver leur monde, tout en préservant leur amour, un amour qui pourrait détruire tout ce qu'ils ont construit ? Alors que la guerre des magies éclate et que les ténèbres envahissent la forêt, leur amour devient la clé pour restaurer l'équilibre magique. Mais leur passion pourrait bien être leur perte, car le prix de la victoire pourrait être un sacrifice irréversible.

I have been bound to Ryan Hardin for nine years. He is pureblood, the Alpha of Silverfang Pack. And I… I was chosen as nothing more than a “temporary Luna,” a political pawn to steady the pack’s power. In those nine years, he betrayed me countless times. The first time, on my birthday, he announced that the celebration belonged to another she-wolf he had just met. The second time, I brewed medicine for his injuries, only to be accused by the Elders of bewitching the Alpha. He didn’t defend me—instead, he ordered me to be whipped in front of the entire pack. The third time, I was three months pregnant. He stood there, watching as his childhood sweetheart pushed me down the stone steps. I lost our pup that day. Nine years. Three thousand two hundred nights. I endured his indifference, his humiliation, his contempt. Last night, at the Silverfang Pack’s full-moon feast, he openly entwined his hand with a young Omega’s while I sat abandoned at the far end of the Alpha’s table. Every gaze cut into me—wolves whispering, mocking, savoring the spectacle. It was his 200th betrayal. When the feast ended, Ryan didn’t even look at me. His words were sharper than fangs: “Don’t forget, your Luna title is only temporary.” At dawn, he descended the Alpha’s staircase, his voice cold and commanding as if I were a servant: “Prepare the council’s tea. Now.” I met his gaze without flinching, my voice steady, stripped of all submission. “I’m sorry, Alpha. That is no longer my duty.” He seems to forget—we were never bound by a mark. Ours was an agreement, nothing more. And today marks the third-to-last day before that agreement ends. I gathered the Luna emblem, the wedding ring, and our only wedding photo—and burned them all. In three days, I’ll leave this pack. I will return to the secluded Herbal Academy, reclaim my research. And this time, when I walk away, I will never return.

Si Winona Perez ay kilala sa social circle bilang katulong ng pamilya Mendoza, siya ang yaya ni Clifford Mendoza. Hindi lamang siya sekretarya nito kundi pati na rin alalay rin. Siya ay laging nasa tabi ni Clifford mula ng mga bata pa sila, inaasikaso ang lahat ng bagay para sa binata. Later on, dahil sa isang pangyayari ay nagtalo ang dalawa at madiing sinabi ni Clifford ang ilang kataga. "You're just a lowly servant, get out, tinatanggal na kita." At talaga ngang umalis si Winona, pero ang akala ni Clifford ay hindi ito makakatiis at magmamakaawang pabalikin siya sa kumpanya. Pero ng magkita sila ulit, nasaksihan ni Clifford si Winona na may kahalikan at ang mas nagpapuyos sa galit ng binata ay ang kahalikan nito—Si Xavier Uno Zalvariano, ang matagal na niyang karibal sa lahat ng bagay simula ng highschool pa sila. "Winona, Come back to me, please come back to my side" pagmamakaawa ni Clifford, lumuhod pa ito sa harap ng dalaga. Ngunit, agad na hinapit ni Xavier ang bewang ng dalaga at hinatak ito papalapit sa kanya. Pinapakita sa binata ang pagiging possesive nito at pagmamarka ng pag aari niya. "Clifford Mendoza, kahit kailan ay hindi na babalik sa impyenong tabi mo ang babaeng mahal ko" Akala ng lahat ay parausan at laruan lamang ni Xavier Uno Zalvariano si Winona, Iniisip na iiwan rin ito ng binata kinalaunan. Not until may isang video ang nag viral sa buong social media na nagpayanig sa buong Pilipinas. Ang respetado, stricto at malamig na tagapagmana ng Zalvariano Group pf Companies ay dahan dahang inaamo at nilalambing ang isang maliit na babae na nasa kandungan nito. "Darling, be a good girl. Stop biting me.." pag uutos nito ngunit hindi nakinig ang dalaga.

Ella, une jeune femme ordinaire, souhaitait simplement devenir mère. En toute bonne foi, elle décide de recourir à une insémination artificielle à travers une clinique réputée. Mais ce qui devait être un simple acte médical va basculer dans l'irrationnel. Car sans le savoir, elle a été inséminée avec un échantillon appartenant à un homme hors du commun : Dominic Sinclair, un milliardaire froid, autoritaire… et loup-garou. Quand Dominic apprend que l’un de ses échantillons a disparu, il entre dans une fureur glaciale. Face à Ella et à sa sœur Cora, technicienne dans ce laboratoire aux secrets bien gardés, il exige des réponses. L’enfant qu’Ella porte n’est pas tout à fait humain, et il le sent dans son sang. Son héritier est en elle un héritier né d’un mélange improbable entre deux mondes censés ne jamais se croiser : celui des humains, et celui des changeurs. Ella refuse d’y croire. Les loups-garous n’existent que dans les romans… n’est-ce pas ? Mais les faits sont là. Les yeux de Dominic brillent d’un éclat surnaturel. Ses griffes surgissent à volonté. Son aura, animale, la paralyse de peur et d’attirance. Tiraillée entre la panique, la colère et le vertige, Ella découvre que le laboratoire dans lequel sa sœur travaille n’est qu’une façade : un pont entre les espèces, un centre de recherche servant de couverture à une organisation bien plus vaste, enracinée dans une société surnaturelle. Une société dirigée par des meutes, des alphas... et un roi. Mais ce qu’Ella ignore encore, c’est que son enfant pourrait être bien plus qu’un simple croisement.....un héritier mais pas n'importe lequel... Celui qui sera élu par la déesse.