Orange Seven Oops

"PAPA SUDAH BILANG JAGA OLIVE! TAPI KAMU TIDAK BISA MEMBUKTIKANNYA! KAMU SELALU MEMBUAT ORANG-ORANG YANG SAYA SAYANGI TERLUKA!" Perlahan Rian mulai membuka ikat pinggangnya. Ia ingat jelas ketika mendiang istrinya—Rindu tertabrak mobil, karena menyelamatkan Sina. Ia juga mengingat Lili meninggal sebab melahirkan Sina. Luka yang Rian alami tak lain dan tak bukan adalah karena Sina—anaknya sendiri. SET! Sina memejamkan kedua matanya kala ikat pinggang itu mencambuk tubuhnya. Gadis malang itu mulai terduduk dengan tubuh gemetar hebat. "Jika Olive mati, papa tidak akan pernah memaafkan kamu!" "Saya bingung, kenapa Tuhan menghadirkan kamu di kehidupan saya!" "Pertama, Lili! Kedua Rindu dan sekarang Olive?" sentak Rian pada anak itu. "Kenapa kamu harus hidup dengan membawa kesialan?!" "KENAPA BUKAN KAMU SAJA YANG MATI!" Mendengar kalimat terakhir tangis Sina pecah. Ulu hatinya tiba-tiba merasa sakit. Dadanya mendadak sesak. PLAK! SEAT! Sina tidak melawan. Ia hanya bisa meringkuk mendapat perlakuan kasar dari ayah kandungnya sendiri itu. Hanya air mata yang bisa menerjemahkan tentang seterluka apa Sina saat ini. "I'm okay." Nyatanya kata-kata itu hanyalah kalimat palsu yang sering Sina tunjukkan. Selama ini Sina tidak baik-baik saja. Ia dihujam ribuan luka dan menyimpannya sendiri. Tak ada yang baik-baik saja kala semua orang membencinya. Tak ada yang baik-baik saja saat semua orang mengharapkan kepergiannya. Sina berharap lukanya berakhir. Namun, nyatanya luka itu terus datang dan membuat luka yang lainnya ikut menganga. Sinar Rembulan redup, sebab sulit bertahan dengan luka di dalam kesendirian. Tak ada tempat baginya untuk bersandar. Tak ada manusia yang memberikannya semangat atau motivasi. Sina kehilangan arah, saat ini gadis itu sudah sampai di puncak keletihan. Lalu harus bagaimana? Mengakhiri hidupn? Atau bertahan dengan luka yang tiada akhir?

She had been in love with him for practically all her life, but he only saw her as his little sister. She could only hope that he would one day look at her the way she wanted him to. She thought those dreams had come true after a passionate night together, only for him to accuse her of the most horrible and tell her he wants nothing to do with her. Heartbroken, she gathered the rest of her pride and left to reclaim her self-worth. Unknowingly, she had left with the CEO's heart as he frantically searched for her, wanting to make things right. **** “Come back to me, princess. And I'll love you the way you deserve.” I let out a laugh. “I'm sorry, big brother. I am no longer that stupid girl who had a crush on you.”

Pitong kwento ng pitong magkakaibigan na pumapaslang ng inosenteng tao. May dahilan man o wala, mas nangingibabaw pa rin ang kanilang pangako sa isa't isa. Ngunit nang dahil sa isang pangako ay unti-unti na nga bang magkakawatak-watak ang kanilang samahan? At sa paanong paraan nga ba nila magagawang pumatay?

Nyma, the youngest Luna in history, never imagined her life would be dictated by an unbreakable mate bond. Raised in a werewolf pack where loyalty to a single mate was sacred, she struggled to accept her fate with Prince Adrain—the future Lycan King. Six months into their marriage, Nyma has balanced the weight of leading her pack and navigating the treacherous politics of the Lycan royal family. She sacrificed her claim to the throne, choosing freedom over power, earning the scorn of her mate’s family—especially Second Prince Lucian, the brother who still dares to claim her as his second mate. On the night of her baby shower, everything shatters. Secrets unravel, betrayals surface, and Nyma walks in on the ultimate heartbreak—her mate entwined with the one woman from his past he swore meant nothing. Now, with her heart in pieces and her child’s future at stake, Nyma must decide: fight for a bond that has only brought her pain or break free from fate and forge her own destiny? Love may be fated—but trust is earned. And Adrain has just lost hers. She survives. And then she takes everything. Left for dead, Nyma rises from the ashes with a single purpose—to reclaim the legacy that was stolen from her and make the ones who wronged her choke on their own betrayal. The young Luna was never meant to be a pawn in Lycan politics, and she sure as hell won’t be a forgotten footnote in Adrian’s story. She builds her own pack, her own empire. And when the so-called King and his family come crawling, desperate for the very heir they discarded? Oops. Her bastard just took their legacy.

This was the greatest mistake I made. An unplanned pregnancy from a one-night stand. Right after losing my baby, the only soul I had on earth to comfort me, to adoption, I realized I'd made a great mistake, worse than engaging in a one-night stand. So I was determined to find her and take her back. So I became a nanny and got posted to take care of a little girl who had only Alpha daddies, no mother. It's however a great surprise to realize this girl looks pretty much like the baby I sold off in adoption. “Am I dreaming?” What? She looks so much like me, could this be a coincidence of what I just had in mind or she's– My daughter? It's at this point, I see seven hot men, all identical, same height and faces, muscular, hot and stepping out of the estate. Here is another mighty distraction. “Who are these?” I mutter, asking the little girl. “They are my daddies. Seven Alphas raised me up after the death of my mom. That's why I'm asking "why do I look so much like you?” As the confusion in me heightens, the seven Alphas are coming closer. It hits me deep to realize that they all have the same scent. My wolf, which has always been calm, immediately leaps up, growling so loud. What's really going on? “Mates! Mates!! Mates!!!” I hear my wolf leap and screaming. I need one man, not seven Alphas. How can all these cute, charming, young men be mates with such a lowly girl as I? I'm sure the moon goddess made a pretty big mistake by doing this.

The seventh time Claire Fisher bailed on our marriage license appointment, I finally cut her out of my life—for good. From then on, if she was at a party, I wasn't. When she was scheduled to perform at our college's anniversary celebration, I made sure to leave early. The moment my company announced a collaboration with hers, I resigned without a second thought. Even on Christmas Eve, when she showed up at my parents' house with gifts, I slipped out with a half-hearted excuse about "visiting a friend." I blocked her number. Deleted her from my contacts. Burned every bridge and salted the earth behind me. No calls. No texts. No social media. I didn't reach out. She couldn't reach me. Simple as that. For the better part of my life, I was hopelessly in love with her—waiting on her, caring for her, putting her first in every way that mattered. I gave her all of me without ever holding back. But after the seventh time she left me sitting alone at the City Hall, something inside me broke. I was done. If that meant spending the rest of my life alone, so be it. Better that than sitting in an empty apartment, listening to the silence, holding on to hope for someone who never planned to show up.

Humanity died, and she was the last of them. Zarah Winters was on the verge of death after killing the sixth prince of hell. The seventh prince, a cunning and deceitful individual, did not want her to die because it would deprive him of his source of entertainment — her. Verphegor, as the demon introduced himself, offered her a deal. He would send her back to the past, where she could keep all her memories of this time and use them to change the future. Zarah comes from a line of hunters. Hunters have a variety of abilities that aid them in combating demons. Zarah had no idea she had a talent in her past, which caused her to drop out of the academy. During the apocalypse, however, she discovers that she is a siphon, a person who steals the strength and abilities of demons in exchange for killing them. With that kind of power laying dormant and with growing potential, she agreed to gamble on the demon’s offer. But with Verphegor being a prince of Hell, can she really trust the prince? Moreover, upon learning of her powers at an early stage, can she use them for humanity’s advantage?

Hindi na nagdalawang isip pa si Yanie Seo-ri na tanggapin ang isang trabaho na inaalok sa kanya ng isang BTS (Bangtan Sonyeondan) Manager. Nakitaan kase siya nito ng galing sa pakikitungo sa mga kpop idols na dumarayo sa isang mamahaling bar kung saan talaga siya nagtatrabaho. Permanente siya roon ngunit mas maganda ang magiging sweldo niya kung ang pagsisilbihan niya ang pinaka sikat na Boy group sa buong mundo. Sa dami rami ang naghangad na pagsilbihan ang pitong binata na ito ay siya na nga siguro ang isa sa pinaka swerte. Maiituring nga ba niyang swerte o kailangan lamang niyang panindigan ang trabahong tinanggap niya?

Seven years ago, I ignored my girlfriend's heart-wrenching pleas and ruthlessly severed our relationship. Now, after seven long years, she had risen to the top—and she was back, ready for her wedding. She didn't come home for mere celebration, though. She came for revenge. She obliterated the company my father had spent his entire life building and did not stop until she shattered his leg, forcing him to endure unimaginable pain. It was all so I'd be forced to go to her wedding and beg for forgiveness. But that wasn't enough. She wanted more. She hissed, brandishing a blade, "If Matthew's not here in ten minutes, I'll slice off a finger for every minute he's late." My autistic brother's fingers, the only way he could create art, became a bargaining chip in her sadistic game. Dad's anguished cries filled the air as he pleaded for mercy, but she was not done. She wanted to tear my family apart piece by piece. My mom, fragile and trapped in the haze of Alzheimer's, was next. Her mind, already slipping, crumbled under the relentless torment. She cracked, completely lost to the madness. With tears streaming down his face, Dad said, "My son died the day you left for abroad."

After being in love with Dylan for seven years, I planned to propose to him at his birthday party. But then I overheard him speaking to his friend in Italian: "You like Lydia? I'll give her to you. I'm tired of her anyway. Sarah is better—she's a dancer, young and sexy." He thought I couldn’t understand, but he didn’t know that I had learned Italian for him. I threw away the ring I had designed for him, tore apart the wedding suit I had sewn and left. Our friends were all speculating how long it would take before I came back. Dylan sneered with disdain, "She’s just an orphan with no family. Where could she go without me? Three days at most." But to his surprise, I never returned and found a new home.