Precious Memories Temple

No one knows what will happen if you sign an agreement with this company. Many girls entered the small street where the said corporations were nowhere to found. 6969 corporation is a private agency where only special women can be part of the company. Precious Jasmine Jewel is just a waitress in a small bar with a small amount of salary. A friend of hers invited her to an agency where she can have enough salary and to paid the bills and other necessary stuff but unfortunately, her mom called her to inform her that they needed a huge amount of money to pay the said ransom. However, she lives no options but to bite the last hope she was holding. She doesn't have any idea what's path she was dwelling with. She doesn't know what kind of evil she's about to face later and sooner. But the big question is, how Jasmine qualified the standard of the company?

He is her boss and she is his secretary. Plain and simple. But when love grows what will happen? She is a nerd secretary who loves to gossip about her boss's sex life. But despite being his secretary, she has another purpose - to get revenge on him. But what if her vengeance turns to love? Is she willing to forget everything and follow her heart instead? He is a tyrant boss who has complete control over his employees. His company, his rules. So, everyone was frightened of him. But when the newly hired secretary came into the picture, everything was ruined. His precious rules were shattered. His perfect law was only broken by a nerd secretary. What will he do to bind it? How can he control her? When the tyrant boss meets the nerd secretary, what will happen?

Five years ago, Fidelia was betrayed by her fiancé and her best friend. Not only that but she was also harmed by them, who pushed her to prison. After being released from jail, she is determined to find them to reclaim everything she has lost. Because of them, Fidelia suffered the scorn of many people. She thought no man would accept her because of the stain of her past until she met Declan. He was like a light of dawn, illuminating her soul and healing the wounds in her heart. And Fidelia is like a precious gift that God gave Declan to ease the pain of the past. However, when Fidelia and Declan were living in happiness, an event made their love difficult. Fidelia was involved in the death of Emily - Declan's wife, five years ago. Pain. Love. Enmity. What is the truth? Will love prevail, or will hatred conquer all?

In front of the orphanage gates, Rebecca Schwartz, the impoverished student I had been sponsoring, stood glaring at me with a face full of disdain. "If you don't let Freddie come along, I'm not going to your house either," she declared, her tone sharp and unyielding. In the past, blinded by love and hopelessly infatuated, I would have caved to her demands, humbling myself just to keep the peace. But things were different now—I had been reborn. Staring at this despicable pair, who had once caused my tragic demise, a tidal wave of fury surged within me. Yet, it settled into nothing more than a faint, icy smile on my lips. "Then stay here," I said, my voice cold and steady. "Rot in this place alongside your precious Freddie. After all, trash like you belong in the garbage heap."

Jaimee is about to go on the journey of a lifetime, but she must leave behind the first man who has ever shown her love and the family they have built. Memories of her life and adventures flood the story as she makes her journey and finds out what is truly important!

In an empty white space a black haired boy with pentagrams in his eyes is laying in the floor looking at what looks like galaxy swirls. he swipes one of his hands and a swirl disappeared. " How boring " it was this very statement that lead to his journey in search of his memories

Tonight was the Luna ceremony of Michelle Wright, a pure Alpha descendant. The one who personally placed the Luna crown on her head was Ronan Black, the Alpha of the Sacred Wolf Pack, who had shared my bed for five years. And I, reduced to an Omega, stood like an abandoned spirit in the darkest corner of the altar. To humiliate me, Michelle poured the pure Alpha blood that symbolized honor straight over my body. She accused me of being consumed by jealousy, pointing to a wound she had cut with a silver blade. She even fabricated false evidence, claiming I had consorted with rogues and betrayed the pack. As the Stone of Reckoning displayed my name and the order of exile, and the crowd prepared to drag me away, I lifted my gaze. "Ronan, did you ever consider that your precious Luna might be a fraud who stole my bloodline and claimed it as her own?"

He's broken, and eaten by anger. Marcus heart was already occupied by grief and pain because of what the Rogue packs did to his beloved mate, Ertha. And one thing he only wants is to get revenge and wait for the time when he can surely make the Rogue packs vanished in the entire Werewolf world. But he knows that he will not be able to accomplish this easily, not until he met one of the werewoman that the Rogue packs most cherish and love. He do not care even how precious she is on her pack, because he will use it for the downfall of her family. But then, can Marcus be more selfish than this? Can he be willing to sacrifice a great of his happiness just to bring his enemy down and finally destroy them forever? Can he kill Cassandra after what they have been together? Is it going to be true love or revenge? Is it going to end bloody or happily?

My younger brother, Andrew Midler, pushes me off a cliff, and my life hangs by a thread. Yet my mother, Edith Callahan, the leader of the rescue team, only busies herself with checking on Andrew, who has sprained his wrist. I beg in a faint, faltering voice for her to save me. She, however, looks at me with cold indifference. "Your brother is hurt! Why didn't you protect him? And now you're pretending to be weak? Well, you can stay here by yourself and reflect on what you've done!" She turns and orders the entire rescue team to leave, forbidding anyone from helping me. In the end, I die alone in the desolate wilderness. Upon learning of my death, Mom hysterically holds my already decaying body close, calling me her precious son repeatedly.

While cleaning Desmond Maynard's house, I accidentally knocked over his mother's keepsake. He once told me it was his most precious possession. But when I picked it up, hundreds of love letters spilled out. There were beautiful poems, passionate lyrics, and heartfelt confessions. He had written one letter a week without stopping. On the back of each one wrote a line: To My Love, Bunny. The nickname rang a bell. It was his junior in college. Things started to make sense. I slaved away for 13 years, running his household and caring for his family, but Desmond never even said he liked me. That was because he already had someone he liked. I sorted the letters by date, put them back, and grabbed my phone to make a call. "Mom, I'm in for the marriage proposal."