Parting Gift

The day before I am supposed to move into a nursing home, my daughter-in-law, Emily Freeman, cancels the deposit I have already paid without my permission. "It's not easy for Ryan to earn money. Instead of helping us save money, you want to stay somewhere so expensive," Emily complains. I frown and explain that I paid with my own money. Her expression darkens as she rants, "Isn't your money our money? Besides, how much money can you possibly have? Didn't you get all of it from Ryan anyway? "You don't help take care of the kids or do any housework. Now, you're just bleeding us dry so that you can enjoy yourself!" My son, Ryan Pratt, sides with her and criticizes me as well. "Mom, this is such a waste of money. If you ask me, you might as well go to a senior community and get a bed there for ten dollars. Someone will still take care of you." I am so furious that I faint on the spot and am rushed to the hospital. With the refunded money, Ryan takes Emily and goes on vacation abroad with his in-laws. After being discharged, the first thing I do is put the apartment I once gave my son as a wedding gift up for sale with a real estate agent.

My fiancé's true love was diagnosed with an incurable disease. Her last request? "I want your bridal gown, your wedding, your fiancé, and you to be our wedding witness." She donned the gown I had made for myself, wore the jewelry I had chosen for my special day, and took my fiancé's arm. She stole my marriage. I thought I would endure it—for the sake of a dying woman. But that wasn't enough for her. Soon, she attended an auction to buy the only thing I had left from my late mother. I watched as she and my ex drove the price of Mom's white nephrite bracelet up to a staggering 27,000,000 dollars. The people I had called family had drained me dry. I was at my wit's end. I couldn't afford to keep the bracelet any longer. I was about to lose my mother's keepsake—until a calm, cool voice echoed above the din. "40,000,000." The crowd fell silent. The mysterious scion of the Kenway family had spoken. And he added, "A gift for me to the ever-elegant Miss Taylor Jones." I thanked him. "I'll repay you for this, Mr. Kenway. Slowly, but surely!" He frowned. "Hold on. Don't you remember me, Taylor?" "Huh?!"

“If freedom is not written in my fate, give me death! ~ Skyla Creswell Skyla Creswell, an Omega from the Red Moon Pack had been bullied all her life. Despite the hardships, her fate threw her way, Skyla tried to have a strong head and never give up. Her only goal in life was to ace the entrance exam and get into Isle University, the only prestigious University in the Werewolf World, and get away from her traumatizing pack. But on the day of the exam, she is locked up in the men's washroom and was on the verge of being sexually abused by one of the betas. Skyla was heartbroken when she missed the exam. Little was she aware that her entire world would come crashing down when her very own blood would sell her for a night to the Crystal Blue Pack. When she felt it was the end of her life, Moon Goddess ushered in with a ray of light. The Omega, called mateless when she was still single at the age of 22, was given the most precious gift by fate: her mate, none other than the great Lycan King Lucas, the strongest and invincible. Will the most potent Lycan protect her and treasure her or reject her like trash for being weak and coming from a lower class? Read the story to unfold Skyla's life! Instagram ID: @athena_abloom

My older sister, Marissa Lipton, found out that I had been dating someone online. She immediately exposed the matter to our parents. Little did they realize that the person I'd been dating was actually Xander Lorne, the heir to one of the most prestigious families in Belhorn. Since then, my parents treated me a lot better than before. I successfully married into the Lorne family, too. As for Marissa, she was forced to marry the man my parents had originally picked out for me, who was infamous for being a domestic abuser. Her life had been filled with pain and beatings since then. I, on the other hand, lived a lavish and extremely comfortable life. As a high-society wife, I was also admired and envied by all. So, Marissa decided to run me over with her car. When I wake up again, I see Marissa secretly jotting down my online partner's contact number. That's how I find out she has gotten reborn as well. Haughtily, Marissa declares that she will rise to the ranks of the elite and crush me under her heel in this life. What she doesn't know is that the "elite heir" from the previous life is a gift I've painstakingly prepared for her.

In Reychelle City, a contest was held to crown the most beautiful woman. After my cousin scarred my face, she seized first place with ease. What she never expected was that this year's contest wasn't for fame; it was to select the future wife of the Third Prince, a ruthless, bloodthirsty eunuch. That very afternoon, gifts poured in by the cartload. My betrothed panicked. That night, he tore up our engagement contract and carried my cousin into the bridal chamber. The next day, she trailed her lacquered fingertips across my cheek and sneered, "Alicia, with your ruined face, who would ever want you? Perhaps the beggar at the street corner might take you in." I caught her wrist, let out a cold laugh, and said, "Who told you I would marry a beggar?" Before her stunned eyes, I pushed open my parents' chamber doors. "Mom, since Maggie doesn't wish to be the prince's consort… let me take her place." Three years later, before the eyes of a shocked court, the Third Prince entered the grand hall with me at his side, with two children in tow. No one had foreseen it. This body of mine, blessed with the rarest gift of fertility, was the perfect match for a man believed incapable of siring heirs.

My sister, Vivian Richmond, is celebrating her birthday with the rest of the family while I lie trapped in an abandoned factory, bleeding heavily. She's hired four thugs to torture me, and they've left me fighting for my life. I crawl toward my phone with what little strength I have left. When I finally reach it, I call my husband, Ethan Monroe. "Ethan, I'm seriously injured. Come save me now… I'm at the factory nearby. It won't take much of your time…" He scoffs at my weak, desperate voice. "Sienna, whining won't get you anywhere. Are you playing the victim now?" he says. "You'll stop at nothing to ruin Vivian's birthday party, huh? Hurry back with a gift and apologize to her, or I won't go easy on you this time." Before I can speak, I hear Vivian calling his name over the line. Ethan has no idea that the moment the call ends, I no longer need his forgiveness. He doesn't know that the foul, rotting corpse that makes even an experienced forensic pathologist like him recoil in disgust belongs to the wife he's hated for years.

"Marley!" He jerked off of his seat, "I forbid you from uttering that name henceforth. I can't believe this!" he grabbed his hair tightly.  "Mar-" "Don't!" he cut her off before flinging the piece of paper toward her which only flew a little distance from him to the carpeted floor.  "Nine weeks?" ****** The night; Liza, a nineteen years old stripper, Sacrifices her school to sponsor her sisters to college, Pays the bills, and wins bread. Things get worse when dean fires her after discovering she bares a customer's offspring. Wealth; Marley Woods, twenty-three with enough to be called a billionaire is the CEO of a known automotive manufacturing company.But a night's misbehavior engulfs him into a brain wrecking dilemma. Love and disaster; Zaphrina and Marley started on a rocky path with the help of his perspective on women. Sparks begin to build up between these two immiscible humans as Zaphrina becomes her worst nightmare's employee and fate being the perfect ribbon-wrapped gift it is, both find themselves in a situation neither can do without the other. Liza shows up just in time to ruin the smooth union with the help of someone who seeks Marley's grief more than she seeks his happiness.

Nora’s tarot readings were never meant to matter. They were simple moments. A card flip. A quiet truth. Nothing that could ever disturb fate itself. Until the night the cards tremble in her hands. Until the air in the café sharpens and chills. Until something impossible steps out of the shadows. He does not belong to the world around him. His presence presses against it, ancient and heavy, unseen by everyone else. People walk past him without noticing a thing. But Nora sees him. And he is not pleased. He came to investigate the force that dared to bend fate. He expected danger. He expected power. He did not expect the girl sitting at the table with trembling cards. Every instinct tells Nora she should fear him. He is not human. Not mortal. He was never created to feel. Yet something in her pulls at him with a gravity he cannot escape. The more he watches her, the more impossible she becomes. And the more he realizes that whatever awakens inside him will not fade quietly. She may have changed someone’s fate. Now she has his attention. A forbidden attraction. A girl with a gift she barely understands. An immortal who was never meant to want. Until her. Once their paths cross, fate doesn’t just unravel. It begins to fight back.

My CEO wife, Gianna Richmond, plans on finally publicly announcing our marriage after our company successfully secures funding. However, Shane Jagger, a junior colleague that she recently hired, suddenly takes the mic from her and bashfully says, "Ms. Richmond, I really didn't think that you would be making our relationship public so quickly. Aren't you spoiling me a little too much?" Gianna doesn't refute that. Instead, she arranges for him to work on a very important project to help him fast-track his growth. At once, all of her employees erupt in cheer and applause, praising them for being a match made in heaven. A long-time colleague, Henry Danson, notices that I'm not saying anything in response, so he whispers to me, "Hey, Brandon, aren't you usually really good at pleasantries and networking? Hurry up and show some support!" I decide not to make a fuss. Instead, I take off my project manager work badge and push it toward Shane instead, declaring, "I don't think just being part of the project is good enough for your status. You should be the project manager as well. Think of it as my gift to you for making your relationship public!"

CONTENT WARNING: Please note that this book contains sensitive themes and includes explicit scenes, making up approximately 20% of its content. It is intended for mature readers only. ✧✧✧ "Why is it hard for you to give up that office, Dr. Abernathy?" inis na tanong sa kaniya ni Dr. Carterson na anak ng Chairman—ex boyfriend niya 12 years ago. "Mahalaga sa akin, of course! At bakit ba gusto mo iyon?" tanong naman niya. "Ako lang dapat magtatanong," angal naman nito. "Bakit nga mahalaga?" "Regalo sa akin ng kuya mo iyon noong intern pa lang ako at ikaw na ang nagsabi na kapag regalo dapat iniingatan. Kaya ibalik mo sa akin ang opisina ko!" "Paano ba iyan? I hate to think that it's a gift from Jaxon, you're not going to like what I'm going to ask for." Nainis siya pero pinili niyang kumalma. "Then tell me, gagawin ko." "You sure?" "Why not? As long as hindi naman nakakamatay yan. Hindi mo naman ako uutusan na uminom ng lason o púmàtày ng pasyente di ba?" Tumaas ang sulok ng labi nito. "Okay...then take off your panty and give it to me." Napanganga siya. "W-What?"