Rachel-ruth Mga Nobela at Kwento

At Greg Jenson’s birthday party, an obituary suddenly created a huge ruckus in our school year’s group chat. “Oh my God, Luanne Lee is dead” “It’s got to be fake news. A bad thing never dies. How could a malicious woman like her die so easily? Back then, she literally took Greg...” Sitting at the head of the table, Greg twirled his phone in his hand, his eyes dark. “It's fake. I just got a call from her this morning. She said she was coming to my birthday party.” However, someone hesitantly held up their phone, showing the screen to the room. “If I'm not mistaken, this person really is Luanne. The memorial service is at the funeral home in the neighboring city. Should we go check it out?” On the screen was a photo of a funeral hall, and there I was, lying peacefully right in the center. Greg’s expression turned to panic. He bolted upright and headed straight for the exit, but the moment he opened the door, he froze dead in his tracks. The deceased ‘me’ was standing right at the doorway. Looking into those deeply familiar eyes, I smiled and said, “Greg, it’s been ten years. I'm here to wish you a happy birthday.”

His hand clamped around my chin, rough and unrelenting, sending a sharp ache through my jaw. His eyes bored into mine, dark and merciless, as if he could strip away my very soul. “You belong to me now,” he snarled, his voice low and venomous. My heart hammered in my chest, each beat a desperate plea to escape. --- Nyx Caprienne was feared by all, known as “The Queen of Death.” A mercenary without equal, she moved like a shadow, silent and lethal, leaving destruction in her wake. Her latest mission was simple. To hunt down a man who seemed untouchable. A man drenched in blood and power, his name whispered with fear. To Nyx, he was just another target. Another job. But this time, fate turned the game against her. This man was more than she’d anticipated. Beneath his wealth and charm was something far darker, a predator who thrived on chaos. He wasn’t just dangerous; he was the devil himself. And now, Nyx was caught in his web, realizing too late that this was a fight she might not survive.

My husband, Alex Carter, is a top AI engineer. He one day gets drugged by a new intern at his company, and one night of chaos follows. He calls me the next morning, his voice hoarse from a hangover and filled with unfamiliar panic. "Em, I messed up. But don't worry. I gave her enough money to disappear from this city." After ten years together, I believe it is just a momentary lapse in judgment. Six months later, Alex's company suffers the worst cyber attack in its history, with core data hanging by a thread. I rush back from a fragrance exhibition in Astral, only to witness a scene at the data center entrance that sends me into shock. Alex stands outside the tightly sealed door, his face showing a weariness and guilt I have never seen before. The doctor says that the intern, Brooke Anderson, is three months pregnant and has spent 72 hours with him in the high-radiation server room. Now, she shows signs of miscarriage. Later, Brooke gives birth to twins, a boy and a girl. The entire Carter family is ecstatic. I remove the wedding ring that has accompanied me for ten years, my fingertips turning ice cold. I dial the number saved with only one letter "S" and say, "Mr. Sullivan, I accept the collaboration you proposed last time." A low, soft laugh comes from the other end of the line. "Ms. Emma Shaw, that's a wise decision."

I had been on a business trip overseas for less than six months when I suddenly received a call from the hospital. "Mr. Jones, your wife is having a difficult labor. Should we proceed with a C-section or try to continue with a natural delivery?" The words hit me like a bolt of lightning. I stood there, frozen. When I left, my wife had not shown any sign of pregnancy. How could she be giving birth less than six months later? I quickly dialed her number. The moment the call connected, I heard her cries of pain. "Honey, what's wrong?" From the other end of the line, I could hear a nurse urging her to push harder. However, my wife forced her voice to sound calm. "Sweetheart, I just slipped and fell a moment ago. It's nothing serious. You should keep focusing on your business trip. Don't worry about me." As I listened, the faint sound of a baby crying filtered through the phone. My grip tightened so hard around the phone that it nearly cracked. "Is that so? Then, get some rest," I said calmly. After hanging up, I immediately called my father, the richest man in the country. "Dad, Rebecca's cheating on me. She's in the delivery room right now, having another man's child. Stop all investments in the Harris family immediately. I want her thrown out with nothing to her name."

She refused the marriage they demanded. He was the Cold CEO feared by all. Yet fate has its own designs. Rachel Raphael’s life has been a mixture of loss and betrayal. Being maltreated by her stepmother and stepsister since her mother died, she was denied everything she deserved. Now, her father, CEO Victor Raphael, demands she marry Matthew Kane, the enigmatic and ruthless mafia CEO. Rachel refuses, she already has someone she truly loves and she refuses to be pawns in the cruel games of power and wealth. But Matthew is no ordinary man, he cold, calculating, and feared by all, he doesn’t take refusal lightly. As Rachel navigates a web of lies, family betrayal, and dark secrets, she discovers that some enemies wear masks and some allies hide knives. Will she survive the storm of love, revenge, and deceit? Or will the darkness claim them both?

It was supposed to be just a typical day for Zanaya Reign not until she got herself entangled in the series of unfortunate events in a very unusual Academy for detectives. Mysteries are bound to happen, different emotions will linger and rise, and she will get involved in a competition for sleuths. Join Zanaya and her friends as they were put up to solve cases, unfold mysteries, fight against all odds and struggle to get out of the mess created by someone from their past.

Farrah Vale doesn’t believe in curses. She’s a logical person, a medical student who stitches people up, not someone who prays to statues. So when she finds her name scribbled in blood beneath the Weeping Statue of the old campus, she laughs it off… until she dies in a car crash that same night. Except she wakes up on a train with six other passengers... Then, sitting across from her is a man she knows, Shane Calder, the ex who broke her heart a few weeks ago. But before she could process the situation, she heard a voice... [ Welcome, Cursed Ones.You have been chosen to play the Trial of Seven Sins. ] [ Survive all seven worlds, and your curse will be lifted. Fail, and your soul will burn forever. ]

Amelthia a citizen of ville has witnessed something dreadful and fearful, that turns into her trauma. She stays in the witnesses protection department without a proper identity and background, for her safety. Amelthia meets Felix;the head of security department young and handsome. Amelthia got attracted to Felix. What would be their story?? What did Amelthia witness?? What is Amelthia's real identity??

One night was enough to change everything, to destroy everything. He took away my family, everything I love and for some reason he left me alive, why? It's so painful to live after... "One fateful night, Anaís' family was brutally murdered, shattering her world and leaving her with no memory of the events. Consumed by guilt for not remembering and the weight of being the sole survivor, Anas was admitted to Ashwood Psychiatric Hospital with a diagnosis of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). There, she met three mysterious boys who seemed to have her best interests at heart. However, as she got to know them, Anaís began to suspect that one of them might be the very person responsible for her family's tragic fate. Despite their different motives, they shared a common goal: to protect Anaís. But as she unraveled her feelings and suspicions, Anaís realized that the journey to uncover the truth was only just beginning.

I'm three months pregnant when my husband, a doctor, personally performs an abortion for me. I can see the fetus in the trash can. Chuck Gross uses his doctor's coat to block Valerie Green's curious eyes. "Don't look, Val. You'll get nightmares." After the abortion, he throws a few tissues at me, looking icy. Then, he leaves with Valerie. Later, when Chuck learns the truth, he bursts into agonized tears. "Can we not get a divorce? Please?"