Put On The Red Light Roxanne Mga Nobela at Kwento

Elena had once believed that silence could mean safety. That a gentle hand and a warm cup of tea placed quietly on her desk every morning could be a form of love. Lucien was never cruel—not in the obvious ways. He remembered how she liked her eggs, noticed when she swapped her perfume, and sent flowers on days he knew she wouldn’t expect them. He raised her like one would raise a pet—softly, without question. And Elena, foolish in the way only the very lonely can be, mistook his quiet affection for devotion. She told herself he was reserved. Mysterious. That love didn’t always wear its heart on its sleeve. But when the old flame returned—the one who spoke his language without needing to try—Elena saw it. The difference. He looked at her like a man who had found his lost religion. And Elena? She had simply been convenient. No tears, no scene. Just papers on the breakfast table, beside the eggs he cooked perfectly. She didn’t accuse or beg. She only asked for freedom. He didn’t sign. He chuckled. A soft, dismissive sound. “A cat raised indoors doesn’t know how to survive on the street, Elena. You’ll come back." But she didn’t. She disappeared, like smoke—except she didn’t vanish, not really. She lived. She wore colour again. Laughed at bad jokes. Let strange men hand her coffee and ask for her number. Lucien? He watched. He watched her become someone without him. And it drove him mad. The night he cornered her outside the gallery, rain in his hair and desperation in his eyes, he looked like a man undone. "Elena," he breathed, "please. Look at me. Just once." She did. Calm as ever, and her love already gone.

The school to which no one can enter unless a powerful entity or royal entity who can afford to pay the tuition of this school. School where a creature discovers his true persona. Moonlight Academy, The school only for the strong.

“You called me a whore for what we did that day! And that is how you treated me,” Lara condemned starkly, sticking to her point. “You see, I was only twenty-three and I had absolutely no experience with a man like you, Christophe. You are the one who took advantage…” “I wanted you like crazy, Lara!” The assurance was harsh, immovable, no admission of fault. Her mouth twisted painfully. Christophe Moreau appeared in Lara’s life in the most vulnerable moment possible. He was powerful, strong, stunning… way too overwhelming for such a young girl like herself. So, Lara got scared and pushed away his indecent proposal, choosing a comfortable life next to Randall Anderson, her best friend. Three years had passed since her ‘no’ to Christophe. Lara Anderson is now a widow and she’s facing a terrible drama: her father is accused of stealing money from the company he’s working for. Lara knows she can’t overcome this alone… She needs Christophe’s help to avoid her father being incarcerated. Christophe is suggesting a deal that will give him what he always wanted: Lara’s body. She must have been his for three months! But Lara can't give in to Christophe's demands. To let him possess her body and soul will be to give him the ultimate revenge… because he will discover that after three years of marriage, she is still… untouched!

Belle is an ordinary teenager, she has few friends, she goes to school (and she hates it), she has three triplet brothers who would do anything to protect their little sister. She is just like the others with one detail: everyone around her is werewolves, vampires, angels, giants, dragons, witches... In any case, they are not beings of this world. She will have to, with her partner and friends, recruit allies for the coming war, yet, in addition to everything, she discovers something that will change her whole life. Belle's fate is written in the red moon.

He took her from a cult. He marked her as his possession. He never expected her silence to ruin him. Liana has lived her entire life inside a forbidden cult hidden in the mountains. Blind obedience. Sacred rituals. Absolute isolation. Until the night the world ends. A man they call The Blood King—feared mafia lord, known as The Red Serpent—slaughters the entire sect and takes her captive. Not for love. Not for ransom. But for the strange mark burned into her skin… a mark that can unlock a weapon older than the mafia itself. Liana becomes his prisoner, his leverage, his obsession. He is cold. He is merciless. He is everything she was raised to fear. But the more he breaks her world apart, the more he finds himself drawn to the girl who refuses to break. Because monsters don’t always kill you. Sometimes… they keep you.

Thirty-year-old Alice died from an accident and reborn as the twenty-five-year-old illegitimate daughter of a count with the same name. Mistreated, betrayed and killed by her younger half-sister and fiancé; the crown prince. Now in a new and younger body, Alice will do anything for revenge especially with her new profound power and friends. She will destroy all those who wronged her and become The Red Witch.

The girl in all black standing on the roof holding her handgun. She looked up at the sky which was so dark as her eyes showed sadness. "I'm so afraid of losing someone precious to me. "That's why, I accepted this dangerous job and became a stronger girl. I want to protect the people I care about." Lux Charlisa is a girl who has a dangerous job. She is one of the secret agents of the government organization that has a special task, Starlight. The Starlight organization was no ordinary organization. The person who can enter the organization is the chosen one. They are all Neart users who have special powers that no one else has. What is a Neart user? Why did Lux ​​choose such a dangerous job? Actually, what special reason did she have to become a member of Starlight? What fate awaits the girl? Is the ending happy or painful?

"Walt..." I looked at him, my hand trailed his chest. I was biting my lip, I need him. It felt like I need him to make me forget. It felt like a familiar thing to do. But I still wasn't sure that he wanted us to happen the way it was intended to. Then he cupped my jaw and kissed me. His lips touched mine, his facial hair tickled my face softly. I was opening my lips, as his thumb stroked my cheek. "You need to stop me, Flo, we shouldn't be doing this." He whispered hoarsely in my ear. Flo was abused and misused by her parents because of her ability to see the future and see the dead. Until one day she runs away and finds herself in Walter's protection. She had all the right feelings for him, but he kept pushing her away until she finally left. Then he realized that he needed her more than he knew. Walter had been let down by the universe over and over again. He had to rebuild himself from his lowest moments several times already. He was trying to be strong, and he was finally happy for the first time in his life, only to be fucked up majorly as fate decided to take his wife's life before their first anniversary. He was rebuilding the tallest wall he had ever made, but Flo slowly tearing it apart and making him doubt himself. Will he finally have a happy ending, or will fate screw him again?

Note: *This is not a horror story!* --- Olivia Jillian Hunters has it all— beauty, body, brain, money, friends, the perfect boyfriend that every girl wanted, and the haters, of course. But because of a broken heart from knowing that her boyfriend has been cheating on her with Sydney Roswell, her long-time enemy, OJ got into an accident that caused her to be in a coma. She woke up one day and knew that she was not in her body... not even near. She is now a ghost. When OJ overheard that her physical body is living with a machine for life-support and will not go for long, she panicked as she doesn't know how to stop her parents from letting her die. In searching for help, she found herself wandering in the academy and learned that Sydney is the only one who can see and hear her. Will she ever ask for help from the girl who she hates and hates her back even more? #this is a story of love and hate between two girls

My cousin, Isabelle Cox, dies of cancer. However, my adoptive parents, who have always loved her the most, don't shed a single tear. Instead, they go on an overseas trip with my adoptive brother, Cedric Cox. After they return, they give me an exquisite doll and ask me to put it right next to my bed every night. My adoptive mother, Vivian Mason, looks at my swollen eyes and smiles tenderly. "Why, you're such a grateful and sentimental kid. This is such a pretty doll. Let it stay by your side and accompany you like it's your sister, alright?" I agree. Later, my body becomes increasingly weak, and I sleep all day. One day, when I wake up, I am horrified to find that I am trapped inside the doll and can't move at all. My deceased cousin, Isabelle, became "me"! Beaming widely, she cuts my hair and also my limbs one by one. Then, she throws my mutilated body into the fire. As the flames engulf me, I see my adoptive family standing behind her. On their faces, they show happy and relieved expressions. When I open my eyes again, I am back to the day when they give me the doll.