Of All Things I Became A Crow

At Stanton University, power is currency and morality is optional. Juhoon Choi aka Trunks sits at the top of the Diamond Board — heir to an empire, untouchable, and emotionally unreadable. Park Suhee stands beside him as his lifelong protector, confidante, and silent lover, hiding years of devotion behind loyalty and restraint. Then Angelique Rochefort transfers in. Elegant. Calculated. Dangerous. She arrives with one purpose: to kill Trunks. She seduces her way into his life, manipulating his trust, isolating him from Suhee, and turning Stanton’s elite against each other. What begins as a carefully executed revenge scheme soon spirals into something far more dangerous when real emotions surface — love, jealousy, and obsession. As scandals erupt, alliances fracture, and lies are weaponized, Suhee becomes collateral damage in a war she never chose. Betrayal cuts deep, intimacy becomes a weapon, and the line between victim and villain blurs beyond recognition. But vengeance has a price and when the truth finally emerges, redemption may come only through sacrifice. In a world ruled by power, love is the most dangerous gamble of all. Because in a world ruled by power, love is the most dangerous weakness of all, and at Stanton University, every heart hides a motive—and every kiss can kill.

Riley’s uncle betrayed her—joining forces with the Lycans to kill her parents and steal their pack. To secure even more power, he forced her into an arranged marriage with Knight Darkmoon, the ambitious son of an Alpha. In a world where only men can enter Alpha Academy and inherit a pack, Riley makes a dangerous choice: she will become the first female Alpha. Cutting her hair and hiding her scent, she takes her cousin Ethan’s place and enrolls. But fate has a cruel twist. Knight Darkmoon isn’t just her enemy and unwanted fiancé—he’s also her fated mate. And worse… her new roommate. Now Riley must guard her secret with her life, even as her heart begins to betray her.

Armea ay isang single mom at mag-isa niyang tinaguyod ang kanyang anak na si Andro dahil sa iniwan siya ng kanyang kinakasama anim na taon na ang nakakalipas. Maayos naman ang kanilang pamumuhay ngunit dumating ang malaking dagok sa buhay niya ang mapatangal siya sa kanyang trabaho at dumagdag pa ang pagkakaroon ng sakit ng kanyang anak na Lukemia. Nakilala niya ang isang Doctor na si Van at inofferan siya nito na gagamutin ang anak kapalit ang pagpapakasal sa kanya. Pumayag siya at nagpakasal nagging magkaibigan sila hanggang sa nahulog ang isa’t- isa. Naging maayos naman ang kanilang pagsasama ngunit guguluhin ito ng dating kinakasama nito na si Brent at ibubunyag niya lahat ng sikreto ni Van kakayanin kaya ni Armea ang kanyang malalaman? Ano kaya ang sekreto ni Van at bakit ngayon lang nagpakita si Brent?

Five years after losing everything—her love, her name, and her son—Helena Rodrigues rises from the ashes, determined to take revenge on those who destroyed her life. But fate is cruel: the boy she saves by chance is the son of Henrique Ballmer, the most powerful (and dangerous) man in São Paulo. Amid buried truths, forbidden passions, and bleeding secrets, Helena will discover that her greatest enemy... may be the man who makes her heart beat again. And that love—like revenge—can be deadly.

I woke up in his bed after one confusing night, and suddenly I was married to Dylan Carter, the man I'd loved in silence for twelve years. The man who was supposed to marry my sister. Everyone thinks I'm a scheming gold-digger who trapped Riverside's most eligible bachelor. Even Dylan believes I drugged him and orchestrated everything. He looks at me with pure hatred, spending every night with my sister while I wait alone in our empty house. Then I discovered I'm pregnant. But before I could tell him, I overheard the truth: my "perfect" sister Sophie was the one who planned that night. She drugged Dylan, called the reporters, set the whole trap, she just walked into the wrong room. And my adoptive family? They only took me in because Sophie needed my bone marrow. Everything I believed was a lie. Now Sophie's faking suicide attempts to manipulate Dylan into divorcing me, and my so-called family has disowned me in front of everyone. I'm alone, pregnant, and everyone in Riverside thinks I'm the villain in this story. But I've decided something: I'm not giving up. Not my husband, not my baby, and definitely not my future. Sophie wants the life she thinks I stole? She'll have to go through me first.

This book is part 2 of the series this book will talk about betrayal lust jealous and testing friendships to the max when they are on a recuse mission to save the infant pups from a kidnapper, will the power of unity and love of friendship and loyalty stand strong when they have their lives and families to find and defend

I spent five years chasing Tyler Watson, only to get kidnapped right in front of him. He just stood there and watched. As a result, I suffered. After I escaped, he acted all high and mighty and proposed to make up for his tiny bit of guilt. The second we got our marriage certificate, the Simp System’s voice rang in my head. “Congrats, host! You’ve completed your mission.” Just like that, my sanity finally returned. While Tyler waited in a hotel for me to bring him contraceptives, I went live to expose his cheating. For good measure, I even called the anti-vice office to report my dear husband for soliciting prostitutes.

Jake was the last werewolf surviving, he could not forget the moment the whole family was murdered. Amy was originally a human being, but was cursed by a werewolf, she had to fight to hide her identity. The meeting between werewolf Jake and Amy was determined to be painful. Amy loved Jake, but Jake always plotted to take revenge on her, hurting her. Because Amy's grandfather used to kill the Jake family. Love and hate alternating makes Jake and Amy always live in suffering and no happiness. In the end, will love overcome hatred?

I start dating Samuel Nelson, who's known for being a playboy. Everyone thinks I'm hopelessly in love with him. When he skips class to fight, I take notes for him. When he flirts with others, I cover for him. I spent three years as the pushover who grovels at his feet. I pour my heart and soul into helping him get into a top college, but just before the semester starts, he dumps me. He says haughtily, "I know you've liked me for a long time, but you always have your head buried in books. Compared to Anna, you're far too dull and uptight. "Let's break up. I want to be with Anna instead." Everyone waits to see me have an emotional meltdown. However, I simply check the 50 million that has been transferred to my bank account and reply earnestly, "Sure. I wish you two the best." No one knows that I only devoted myself fully to being Samuel's girlfriend because his mother offered me far too much money to refuse. Now that I have the money, even if he didn't dump me, I would've dumped him myself.

I had been married to Derek for six years, and we had a three-year-old son. He was poor, earning only $2,000 a month, but I had no complaints; I took care of everything at home for him. After getting dinner on the table for the whole family, I finally had a minute to check my phone. A video popped up on my feed: a twenty-two-year-old girl from a rural area whose hands, roughened by years of hard labor, looked like they belonged to a sixty-two-year-old woman. I looked down at my own hands, just as worn and scarred, and stared at them blankly before tapping into the comments. I expected people to feel bad for her. However, to my surprise, the comments section was flooded with a single sentiment: "Why would anyone marry a penniless loser?" One of the top-liked comments came from a couple; in their photo, they were pictured holding hands—fingers tightly intertwined—with the girl sporting a massive diamond ring. The accompanying caption read: "A man who truly loves you would never bear to let you suffer." I felt a pang of envy. Given the choice, who wouldn't want a glamorous life? As I was about to close the app, I accidentally tapped on the couple's photo, enlarging it. In the background, previously too blurry to make out, was a face I recognized. It looked exactly like my husband, Derek Sterling. I froze, and almost against my will, I tapped into the account's profile. Post after post of lavish photos of them together flooded my screen. And then I saw him clearly. The scar above his brow, the one he got when a shelf fell on him while protecting me, was still plainly visible. It was my husband. It was Derek.