Past Tense Of Broke

The day Jack Prescott's family went "bankrupt," he dumped me on the spot. "My mom's house is getting auctioned. I don't want you dragged into this." I actually bought it. Went against my family and stuck by him, slinging street food just to scrape by. "Don't stress. I'll help you buy it back." Three years of nonstop work—burn scars up and down my arms—and I finally scraped together a small fortune. The day we were supposed to sign the papers, I caught him on the phone. "Jack, you coming back?" some guy asked. Jack flicked his cigarette, all smug. "What's the rush? I'm still milking this sad little simp. She's totally whipped. It just keeps getting funnier." All that time, all that love? Just a joke to him.

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered.

He grows up with Sabrina Reed, who used to be his brother's fiancée. He's always respected her as his future sister-in-law. But after his brother's untimely death, she slowly becomes the woman who holds his heart. He thinks she'll eventually marry him… until she shows up with her hand in another man's. She says, "I'm getting married. From today onward, you can only think of me as your sister!"

As Jastrelle's golden girl, I draw lots to pick my groom, and fate finally hands me Felix Ledger, the childhood sweetheart I've wanted forever. During the impromptu wedding, a funeral convoy belonging to a scion of a rich family in Jastrelle passes right outside. I hate the omen. Felix laughs, pulls me into his arms, and places the veil over my head himself. "I'll take it as a good omen. With you, I'm covered from first breath to last," he says. His adoptive sister, Winnie Ledger, hears him, bursts into tears, and bolts outside. The funeral convoy runs her down, and she dies. Felix barely reacts. Three years later, Dad is framed, driven into bankruptcy, and falls gravely ill. He dies, and I lose everything. At the funeral, Felix sends everyone off, shoves me into the open grave, and buries me alive. He spits, "You rigged everything to get me. You left Winnie ruined. She bolted outside, and that funeral convoy ran her down. For three years, remorse has eaten me alive. I want you torn apart! "With your last protector gone, I can finally make you suffer a hundredfold the pain Winnie felt and ease my hatred!" When I open my eyes, I'm back at the groom-selection ceremony. Dad smiles as he hands me the lots. I shake my head, look out the window, and point at the funeral convoy passing outside. "I'm not choosing anyone. I'll marry that dead man!"

Zennery, a kingdom full of different kinds of races and other mythical creatures, was entrusted by mysterious artifacts that is said to be possessed by the past heroes and destroyers. However, a group of hooded demons decided to revive an evil demon lord that is said to be the Lord of Destruction centuries ago. Invel is a demi-human who was born on Earth but was transferred into another world full of magical things called the Relics. In this magical world, he meets a demon named Zyrel—a demon that has no horn nor wings. The two eventually become friends and as time passes by, they fall in love with each other. They will both go for a journey and encounter many kinds of relics along their way. They will encounter and fight a group of hooded demons named Quel’forras and Liberus—a demon who possess a demonic relic and Invel’s rival. Together with his comrades, Invel will collect all the missing pages of the Demonic Relic and put them back together as whole. Will there be secrets waiting to be unfolded as they have their journey in the magical world of Relics called Zennery?

Emily Gistara has the gift of 'listening' to the seasons, and because of this talent she is under threat. The plague brought by winter has everyone accusing Emily of being jinxed and hunting her down to kill. In her efforts to avoid the threat, Emily is reunited with Mikael Ethan, a mysterious traveler who is good at concocting medicines and has a mouse nose. Emily wants Ethan to concoct a cure to break her supposedly disastrous talent. However, the medicine cannot be concocted without a clear chrysanthemum flower that only grows at the foot of Mount Namika in spring. While waiting for spring to arrive, they are faced with a plague problem that must be dealt with. After the plague was over, the journey to find the antidote began. Getting to Mount Namika is never easy and big problems come one after another, more than that, secrets that have been buried come to the surface.

Gadis itu masih terbaring dengan posisi yang sama, yang berbeda hanyalah kelembapan di bawah matanya. Rino menyentuhnya dan mengelapnya dengan tisu. “Tak apa jika kau ingin seperti ini, aku akan tetap menemanimu. Tenang saja, Lucy. Sampai kapanpun, bahkan ketika misiku telah usai. Aku masih belum yakin, ada apa denganku. Tetapi aku akan berada di sini, ya, di sisimu, menyiapkan bahuku jika kau perlu.” “Sebenarnya aku tidak yakin juga akan hal itu, tetapi, ya ..., lupakanlah,” ia berkata. Tangannya meraih kursi yang ada di samping meja lampu. Ia pikir mungkin akan mengobrol dengan raga gadis yang kosong ini sesaat. “Sangat langka momen seperti ini, momen di mana kau, Lucy, bisa menerima semua yang kukatakan. Bukan berarti aku senang kau seperti ini. Ini sangat susah untuk diceritakan, tetapi aku akan memberitahumu.” “Separuh dirimu adalah diriku, dan separuhnya lagi adalah dirinya. Dan takdirmu sangat tidak bisa diterima bagimu, itu dapat dilihat dari keadaanmu saat ini. Misiku adalah mengawasimu sebagai musuh, tetapi aku malah mengawasimu sebagai orang terdekatmu. Kau mengerti maksudku, bukan?”

They say there are seven people in the world who looks exactly alike, and Kai Ellis happens to find someone who looks like his past lover. When he thought he is falling for the new girl named Liana, is he right or he's just driven by her face looking like his ex?

Because of the poem he accidentally read, Satsuto's sexual orientation turns upside down. And when he realize that the boy he hates the most was actually he's in love to, what would he do? Can he even melt the cold-as-ice heart of that sanguinarian Snow? “I'll give you your fill and you'll give me a head, how about that?” Read how Satsuto Fuentes will fall deep into the homosexuality rabbit hole as he pursue Snow Benesisto.

My husband, Chandler Rotterdam worked as a researcher developing a new serum. Driven to find a cure for my cancer, he poured himself entirely into the project.  However, on the day of the injection, it wasn’t him who administered the treatment—it was his childhood friend, Pauline Hemsworth.  She had injected an unregulated dose, and I could do nothing but watch as my life slipped away. Even the child growing inside me was not spared.  Meanwhile, Chandler remained by her side.  “If this research succeeds, all the credit goes to you!” Chandler assured Pauline. “She would never blame you if anything happens. She’d be grateful to be the first to receive the drug.”  But the experiment failed. After discovering my death, Chandler lost his mind.