Qualities Of A Filipino

Alpha Scott hated me, his fated mate, more than anything. All because I was just a human, a useless creature without claws. His heart belonged entirely to his childhood sweetheart, Joanna. After Joanna died in an accident, he hated me for ten years. But when an enemy pack’s bomb exploded in front of our den, he saved me. Before he died, covered in blood and lying in my arms, he used his last ounce of strength to push away my trembling hand. "Elena, if only the Moon Goddess had never let us meet..." At the funeral, the former Luna—Scott's mother—grabbed my collar, sobbing uncontrollably. "Scott, it's my fault. I never should have forced you to accept this human. If I had supported your choice of Joanna, would any of this have happened today?" I didn't answer. Because she was right. After being dragged out of the funeral, I climbed Skyfall Ridge—the pack's sacred ground—alone and leaped. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the Moon Goddess designated me as Scott's mate. This time, I decided to sever all ties with Scott, to give everyone what they truly wanted.

Isla is a famous furniture owner and she is also known for her savage, hot-temperedness, and feisty attitude. She left Clover (land of mystical creatures) when she was betrayed by Henry, the one she loved the most 20 years ago. She became heartless and brutal to men and always felt the need to avoid them because she always thought that men always wanted something, just like what Henry did to her. Now that she has everything that life can offer, a sudden reunion with her first love happened. Henry is now a famous director in a broadcasting studio and is still young and handsome just like before. Isla reconciled her memories with him and realized that she didn't leave Clover because of the betrayal, she left Clover thinking that her feelings for Henry will soon leave her system. Will history repeat itself where he chose to love the mortal? Or will a sprinkle of pixie dust change the course of fate and give us a new meaning of love?

Thaddeus Carter is on the journey of fulfilling his dreams when he faces situations that demands his decisions. Let's find out how he handles the situations and how he handles his big bad- Kong. He will do anything to save his neighborhood, but when it comes to family...

For two years, Rivera Royce lived in Italy with a man she thought was her husband. Her real husband, Reagan Royce was in prison in Italy and the man she lived with was her husband's best friend, Luke Ivan. On the day that her husband was released from prison, Luke finally broke the news to her. When Reagan Royce reappears, everything changes. He seems cold, distant, controlling, cruel, and impossible to trust, yet she feels drawn to him. But Reagan carries a burden Rivera cannot see. Will their love survive the multiple tests that will come or has she really fallen for his best friend Luke who she spent the past two years with?

Si Kate ay Isang succesful OFW sa Dubai. Nagsakripisyo siya ng sariling kaligayahan para sa ikakaunlad ng kanyang pamilya ngunit mababago ang lahat ng mapagdesisyunan niyang sorpresahin ang kanyang pamilya sa biglaan niyang pagbabakasyon sa Pilipinas ngunit sa hindi inaasahang pangyayari ay siya ang nasorpresa ng malaman niyang nabuntis ng kanyang fiance ang kanyang kapatid na si Charlotte. SI James naman ay kilalang chick magnet sa hanay ng mga Batang Bilyonaryo sa kanyang henerasyon. Madami mga kalalakihan ang naiingit sa kanyang kakayahang mapaibig at makuha ang isang babae ng walang kahirap hirap ngunit mag iiba ang lahat ng makilala niya si Kate sa Isang resort club sa Boracay. Matatapakan ang kanyang pagkalalaki dahil ito ang unang beses na may tatanggi sa kanyang alok. Hindi niya ito iiwan bagkus ay I da-dare niya ito kung sino ang unang maiinlove sa kanilang dalawa ay siyang magbabayad ng kanilang mga ininom . Naparami na din ang kanilang nainom at hindi na nila alam ang mga sumunod nilang ginawa .Naunang nagising si Kate at nagmadaling umalis sa tabi ni James . Ayun na ang una at huli nilang pagkikita. Dumating na lang ang isang araw na kakailanganin ni Kate na hanapin muli si James upang ipaalam dito ang nairehistrong kasal nila hihiling siya ng annulment dito Ngunit hindi Naman papayag si James Dahil nalaman niya ang kalupitan ng pamilya ni Kate sa kanya, walang alam ang pamilya ni Kate sa estado ng pamumuhay na Meron si James kinailangan ni Kate kumuha ng cenomar dahil pinipilit siya ng kanyang ama na magpakasal sa isang mayamang tao na nag-alok sa kanya ng kasal sa Dubai. Maaawa si James kaya Naman aalagaan niya ito . Paano mapoprotektahan ni James si Kate kung pamilya MISMO nito ang kanyang kalaban.

I died on my birthday, but neither my parents nor my husband noticed. They were too busy pouring all their attention into planning my twin sister, Esme Shaw's, birthday party. While she was surrounded by people helping her pick out a gown, I was tied up and thrown into the basement. With what little strength I had left, I forced my broken fingers to press in the code—9395. It was a signal my husband, Edwin Grant, and I had once agreed on. It was a straightforward way to call for help in the event of danger. I never thought I would actually need it one day. But when I sent it, he didn't believe me. His reply was cold, "Claudia, just because I didn't take you shopping for a new dress, you've decided to put on a show? "You can still wear last year's gown. Stop making trouble. I'll see you at the party later." What he didn't know was that Esme had already shredded that gown into pieces. And what he couldn't imagine was that the moment after he hung up, I was already gone. So, when the celebration began, I never appeared. But when everyone saw the birthday gift I had prepared for Esme ahead of time, the entire room lost its mind.

The tree I fell from was rotten. It's leaves were rotten, it's bark was rotten, and it's roots were rotten. Unfortunately, I am an apple that didn't fall far from that rotten tree. I was groomed in the shadow of that rotten tree and sprayed with poison to ensure I would be nothing but it's germinated seed. My earliest memories are dark and painful. My most vibrant memories are coated in crimson red and shame. The small pieces of my soul that I kept hidden and protected are the only parts of myself I can tolerate. The rest of who I am... The despicable trash that haunts my dreams... I hate. Death is the only answer to my life. Not love. I don't deserve love. A tainted apple is never put amongst the ripe juices apples. It is thrown away, discarded... As I should be.

“Your body belongs to me, Kitten.” He rasped out, cold index finger reaching out to trace over my fluttering pulse. I took an hesitant step backwards, but he took one forward, closing in on me even further and making my breath hitch. “Say it.” I gulped and averted my gaze instead, clutching on my towel harder. His grip on my chin was firm as he tipped my head upwards. I trembled in immense fear. “My b- body belongs to you.” I stuttered shakily, and a dark grin broke out on his face, making my blood run colder. “That’s right. Now, take this off. I don’t think we’ll be needing this tonight.” —— When an underboss’ territory gets raided and his wife and eldest son gets captured, what better way to rectify the situation than to seek help from the most popular Mafia Don in Italy and give his only daughter away in exchange for said help. Catherine has a deep rooted fear of men, and had secretly planned on eloping before she comes of age in which her hand would be given out in marriage, but when the unexpected happened and she had to be the sacrificial lamb, she knew her entire life was doomed. Damien’s was cold, ruthless and emotionless. He had no idea of what to do with his new wife who trembled around him like a lost kitten– but, he knew he could never let her go. Ever since he set his eyes on her and saw the tears running down her flushed cheeks, he knew he had to have her, protect her and keep her all to himself. That might just be hard to do, since danger was never, ever far away from him.

In her past life, when a truck barreled toward them, Lillian Hogan instinctively pushed Elton Ruiz out of harm's way. She paid the price with both her legs crushed. When she woke up in the hospital, the aloof, noble man lowered his head for the first time. Standing by her bedside, he promised to marry her. Tearfully, she accepted the proposal from the man she'd loved since she was eight. But after the wedding, Elton often stayed out all night. His attitude toward her grew cold and harsh. When an infection from her injuries left her on the brink of death, the billionaire didn't spare a single penny for her care. "I never thanked you for saving my life," he said. "Our marriage was a mistake from the start. Let me go." His face grim, he pulled out her oxygen tube. Lillian's eyes widened in shock. In the agony of betrayal and heartbreak, she took her last breath. If she could do it all over again, she vowed never to love Elton again.

My mom was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Her life is smooth-sailing most of the time. The only mistake she's ever made is falling for my dad. That's why she insists on finding me a husband who's the complete opposite of my dad. My dad is tall and intimidating-looking, so Mom wants someone who's short and perverted-looking. My dad is a knowledgeable and well-read man, so Mom wants a guy who has only graduated from elementary school. My dad prioritizes his moral integrity more than anything else, so Mom prefers a guy who drinks, gambles, and sleeps around. She tells me, "This type of man is easy to manipulate, unlike your father, who just divorced me out of nowhere!" It's true that the man Mom has chosen for me won't divorce me. After all, he leeches from me on top of beating me up. It's not enough to leech my money from me, it seems—he just has to take everything from me. My mom says in a righteous tone, "This is the only way that proves you're valuable to him. He won't divorce you at all." I've fought back and escaped from my husband many times. Every time I do, my mom will trick me into returning to him by hurting herself. As always, I'm greeted with another round of beating whenever I do return to him. Mom will take me to the hospital to get my injuries treated. Then, she'll say, "Hurry up and give birth to a son for him. Once you have a son, you'll be extremely valuable to your husband. He won't beat you up anymore." Today is supposed to be the day Mom takes me to the hospital to check my ovulation timing. She spends a long time calling me on the phone, yet I never pick up. After that, she sends me a few audio messages that last for 60 seconds each just to lecture me. "Beatrice Anderson, what makes you think you can just ignore my calls? The hospital check-up is for your own good! As long as you can get pregnant with a son, your husband will be wrapped around your finger! He won't divorce you after this! Why can't you understand how much I care for you?" I seriously can't understand at all. After all, I've gotten beaten to death yesterday. My corpse is cut into 28 chunks, and they are being frozen in the fridge as I speak.