Old School

Isang pangyayari sa gabing 'yon na hindi kailanman makakalimutan ni Melina. Dahil doon lahat ng mga bagay na mayroon siya ay nawala na nang saysay. Tila pati ang buhay niya. Laging nag-iisa at ayaw makipagkaibigan. Ganyan si Melina, binago siya dahil lamang sa isang trahedya na naranasan niya. Mababago pa kaya ang buhay niya? Buhay na may sigla at may saysay? Tila hindi pa pala ito ang hangganan. Hindi pa pala tapos ang lahat. ---------

"You killed your own sister" his deep voice bellowed in the room. Lisa could literally feel she legs shaking like a jellyfish. Tears welled in her eyes. She definitely didn't expect him to find out the truth so soon but he did. There was no love in his eyes anymore. Just pure hatred.... hatred for her He walked towards her slowly. She wanted to move away from him but she couldn't bring her legs to move. She could feel life leaving her each time he took a step forward to her. His eyes getting redder by the minutes. So many emotions swarm in them. Hatred...anger... darkness... anything and everything bad . Finally he got to her. Before she could say anything, he grabbed her neck in a firm grip. The tears in her eyes finally fell as she struggled to breath. Her legs were no longer on the ground. She was choking to death "I'll make you pay dearly for her death" he vowed. A vow...that she was sure he will keep. ******* Lisa and Lia were twin sisters. They were literally identical. No one could differentiate one from the other not even their family. They were so close and loved each other until Lia was raped on their birthday. She blamed it on her twin sister. She hated her to her guts because she believed her twin sister planned her rape.. Lia died from poison. Who poisoned her? Still unknown Yet Lisa was blamed by everyone for her sister death. She had to serve in prison for it. Lia lover and betrothed comes to marry her as planned. Now she will have to take Lia place and marry him. How will things go for her when her sister lover realizes that she isn't Lia but just her twin sister?

"Do you feel anything?" His question made my brows furrow in confusion. "Feel what?" "You really don't feel anything?" He repeated, his tone incredulous and increasing my confusion. Am I supposed to feel anything? "What a weak bitch.” Disgust filled his eyes as he spoke. ---------- Avery was thrown at the feet of Alpha Jared by her stepfather in exchange for his debt. Alpha Jared recognizes her as his mate, but she doesn't, cause of her lack of a wolf. She is forced to live a life full of suffering and pain as Alpha Jared and his girlfriend, who were both aware that she was his mate never missed a chance to make her life hell. Would she ever find out that the Alpha is her mate? Even if she does, is she capable of making the Alpha who hates her, love and yearn for her?

"Humans are only good for the table." That is how the immortal werewolf beasts see humans, as nothing more than food. For decades, mortals have been sold to werewolf packs, a gruesome practice that remains unbroken. In their savage beast forms, werewolves devour humans to increase their power. This horrifying ritual is one of their most feared and ancient traditions. Among the countless victims is a young nameless woman, enslaved by a wealthy and ruthless family. When she turns twenty, her bitter fate finally arrives. Her cruel master decides to sell her off to one of the most powerful werewolf packs as a sacrificial offering for their ritual. Four Alpha half-brothers await her, devastatingly handsome, wild, and irresistibly dangerous. These sexy hungry beasts are ready to devour her. ~~~~♡~~~~~ Original book owned by Sasha B. Welcome to my Dark Fantasies!

During our marking ceremony, the patrol leader of my arranged mate, Alpha Cassian Locke, asks me to swear in the name of the Moon Goddess before all the other werewolves. First, I shall not enter the Alpha's room without permission. Second, I shall not kiss the Alpha on any part of his body without permission. Third, I shall not do anything that may cause the Alpha to feel uneasy. The list goes on. Suppressing my anger, I listen as he recites all 188 vows in the oath. Then, I turn to the werewolf sitting on the side with an upright posture. "Alpha Cassian, could you please explain the 99th vow? What do you mean, I must raise your heir no matter whose pup they are?"

"My mom was always right, you're a cheap whore who sells her body for money!" Richard yelled in anger Gabriella's easygoing life takes a turn for the worse when her boyfriend catches her in bed with another man who turns out to be his arch nemesis and the most powerful CEO, Simeon grey. No one including her boyfriend believes her innocence and Simon takes advantage of this and forces her to be his wife against her wishes with no way of escape. What happens when Gabriella finds out that she is just a pawn in Simon's game to destroy Richard? Will she be able to escape Simon's clutches or does fate have other plans in store for her?

Amber Lim was famous for her luxurious style and beauty. But, she was also notorious as a man snatcher. Regretting her bad attitude, Amber was determined to start a new life. Despite the extreme winter, she headed north to learn from Adam Smith, the mysterious world's finest jewelry designer. Unfortunately, Amber was robbed and left in a deserted forest. There was only a small hut that could save her from freezing, and there was only one person who could help her survive—Mister Cold. No one knew the man's real name. He deliberately lived a solitary life and hated disturbance. Nearby villagers even called him the Cannibal because of the lack of humanity. While in fact, Mister Cold was just a widower who hated women, especially those who ruined people's relationship. What would happen to Amber? Could she conquer Mister Cold and go home safely? Or instead, could it be she ended up being the widower's delicacy?

Warning: Mature Content Shock, cold and absolute, rippled through me. My jaw dropped. “Owned? I am not an object! You can’t just—” His dark chuckle cut me off. It was a chilling sound, devoid of warmth. “Oh, but I do, little bird. You became mine the moment your dear brother, Carlos, sold you to clear his debts. Along with almost all the shares in your father’s company.” The air left my lungs in a ragged gasp. What was he talking about? That couldn't be true, yet the look in his eyes said otherwise. He had sold me like an object, like chattel. Rage, raw and unadulterated, surged through me, eclipsing the fear for a fleeting moment. I tried to push past him, to escape and to run anywhere but his hand shot out, grabbing me by the neck, not quite choking but enough to hold me in an iron grip. He pinned me to the wall, his face inches from mine, his eyes burning with an intense possessive fire. “You now belong to Lorenzo Blackwood,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You are mine. To possess. To claim. To own.”

Pinagtagpo ng tadhana ang dalawang taong magkaiba ng estado sa buhay. Ngunit ang tadhana rin ba ang gagawa ng paraan upang sila'y maghiwalay? Sila ba'y mananatili sa isa't isa? O, mas pipiliing lumayo para sa ikatatahimik ng kanilang mga puso? Will they still hold on to each other, or. . . move on?

My mom always said, "I've never played favorites. "You and your brother mean exactly the same to me." She said it so often I almost believed it. Growing up, anything my brother had, I had too. If he got a new pair of sneakers, so did I. If he signed up for coding classes, I was enrolled in the same ones. Even this year, when we came home for the holidays, my mom smiled as she handed each of us a neatly-packaged designer shopping bag. "I picked these out for you two at the store. One for each of you, exactly the same. "These outdoor brands are expensive, you know. A single jacket costs thousands. I'd never buy one for myself, but I don't mind splurging on you two." I took the jacket. It was well-cut, structured, and looked high-quality. A small warmth stirred in my chest. However, when I tried it on, the collar felt oddly irritating against my skin. Frowning, I pulled back the lining to check. There was a ring of yellowed sweat stains around the label, and tiny flakes of dandruff were caught in the Velcro. A faint musty smell lingered on the cloth, mixed with the stale odor of cheap tobacco. It was sour and impossible to ignore.