Reincarnated As A Goblin

It doesn't mean that you are rich, everyone immediately accepts you for the person you love. Sometimes they're the one who's judging you,and they are the one who's choosing for your loved one the person he should love. Love is not about positions of your life.. wealthy or not. It really depends on the person if they want you for the rest of your life. Love is not about money, because if you love that person, you'll choose him rather than the money. Love is love. No one can stop it.

"You don't need money or connection here. You'll be hired. You just have to accept my condition and do your work well." *** Hindi inakala ni Jaxen na ang huling sabak niya ng paghahanap ng trabaho para iligtas ang kaisa-isang babaeng mahalaga sa kanya ay ang pagbebenta ng sarili niyang katawan. Sa harap ng napakaganda ngunit napakalamig na milyonaryong si Kestrel Vianne Montero, dalawang kontrata ang nakalatag—parehong para sa trabaho sa kompanya at para sa trabahong kailangan ay pagsilbihan siya. He was hired to be more than just an employee. He was hired to be her Sex Slave. Sanay si Jaxen sa laro ng apoy. Sanay siyang kumuha ng atensyon. Sanay siyang makipaglaro sa sarap. Ngunit ang dating ginagawa niya para sa sariling aliw, ngayon ay magiging isang obligasyong kailangan niyang panindigan—anumang oras, saanmang lugar, o sa kahit anong paraan dipende sa kagustuhan ng kanyang amo. Sa ilalim ng kapangyarihan ni Vianne, unti-unting lulunukin ni Jaxen ang kanyang pride kapalit ng bawat sentimong magdudugtong sa buhay ng isang ispesyal na babae sa buhay niya. Ngunit sa bawat maiinit na haplos, bawat nakakaakit na daing at bawat gabi ng pagsunod, may isang tanong ang palaging gumugulo sa kanya... "Hanggang saan niya kayang ibigay ang kanyang katawan kung ang kapalit nito ay ang unti-unting pagkaka-alipin ng kanyang puso?"

Eight months into my pregnancy, my husband finally makes time from his police duties to go to a prenatal checkup with me for the first time. The moment we step into the hospital, his satellite-encrypted phone buzzes urgently. The caller ID flashes briefly, and just like that, the man who's always calm and collected panics. "Honey, it's a red alert. Another international fugitive just crossed the border. I… I'm sorry…" He's clearly anxious, yet his tone is firm, leaving no room for argument. After apologizing, he rushes off. As I watch his SUV speed out of sight, my fist clenches tightly, crumpling the prenatal checkup sheet. I flag down a cab, slide into the car, and swiftly instruct the driver, "Follow that car. Don't lose it." A Red Notice for a fugitive? What a joke. My father, who works at the National Security Agency, barely catches wind of a notice like that. Yet, somehow, a mere police chief who only assists with cases is suddenly tasked with catching a high-priority criminal. Fine, then. I can't wait to meet the superior who's given him such an urgent assignment.

Evelyn Baker spent her life in the shadows, cleaning up messes for the elite. She never expected to be the one taken out like trash by her own organization eventually. But instead of hell, she wakes up in the body of Rosetta Glenn: a pampered, bullied heiress who couldn't hurt a fly. Her new life comes with a heavy price: an arranged marriage to Williams Carter, a man so ruthless the entire city calls him the "Tyrant." Evelyn plans to ditch the wedding and run, until she stumbles upon a secret in Williams' study. A Silver Mask. The same mask worn by the man who ordered her death. Suddenly, running isn't an option. Evelyn walks down the aisle with a smile on her face and a plan in her heart: get close, find the truth, and put a bullet in her husband’s head. But Williams isn't the easy target she expected. He’s suspicious, controlling, and dangerously obsessed with the way his once-meek fiancée now looks at him with murder in her eyes.

She thought her life couldn’t get any worse—a college dropout forced to become the breadwinner for her sick mother and gambling father, who favored her younger sister over her. She worked at a restaurant under a perverted boss who constantly made unwanted advances toward her. Unfortunately, the day she decided to run away from that miserable job was the same day she discovered her father owed a powerful mafia boss a huge debt. And that mafia boss had only one way to collect his money—by taking one of the siblings. Without batting an eye, her parents threw her at the mafia boss as payment. And in that devastating moment, they revealed the cruelest truth of all— She was never their real daughter. She was just an orphan they had taken in before they were blessed with a child of their own.

Bo Ra is a normal girl like us. She wants to live a happy life. But she faces too many problems beyond us.

Rose, the ex-wife of billionaire Derek Clair, has been wronged in the worst possible way. After a messy divorce, Derek used his wealth and influence to destroy Rose’s reputation and leave her financially ruined. Now, Rose is back, and she’s seeking revenge. With the help of a wealthy ally, Rose sets out to dismantle Derek’s business empire and expose his darkest secrets. But as the stakes grow higher, Rose realizes that her desire for revenge may come at a steep cost. Will she be able to continue her quest for vengeance after discovering an unexpected truth about Derek? Or will she be swallowed by her desire for vengeance? Can she find a way to heal and move on, or will her thirst for revenge forever define her? Will they ever be able to find closure and move on, or is their love forever lost? Will they ever find a happily ever after?

"I, Iris Devenwood, accept your rejection. By the Moon’s decree, we shall never see each other again." Those were the last words I spoke before my world shattered. Betrayed by the one who was meant to love me, I lost everything my mate, my place, my life. But the Moon was not done with me. Reborn in another world, I carry not the chains of heartbreak, but the power of sovereignty. Here, packs bow to strength, enemies lurk in every shadow, and fate dares to play its cruel games once more. This time, I will not break. This time, I will rise. They once called me forsaken. Now, they will call me the Luna Sovereign.

One year ago, Frank Luccasio, the heir to the future Don of Newborough's underworld, saved me when I attempted to commit suicide. He cleared my school debt, admitted my younger sister, Ariana Romano, into rehab, and hired the best doctors in the world to treat my mom's cancer. His only request? I had to become his mistress. I thought Frank was a gift from God—that he was a beam of light illuminating my dark world. When he got ambushed by assassins, I used my body to block the fragments caused by the explosion for him. As Frank scooped my blood-drenched form into his arms, he screamed hysterically, "Isabella!" But… my name was Selena… After I got admitted into the ICU, the real Isabella Messina returned to Frank's life. Knowing that I was just a replacement, I sensibly left Frank, only to be brought back by force. Since then, I became a plaything for the both of them. They humiliated and tormented me incessantly while flaunting their love for each other. Unable to take it anymore, I sent a text to a certain someone and attached a photo to it. "Don Luccasio, the one giving your son head in the photo happens to be your darling wife, Isabella Messina. Those who betray the family must never be forgiven." This time, I would be the one sending Frank and Isabella to hell.

I married my vampire husband ten years ago and gave him a half-blood heir, abandoning my career as a painter to become a full-time mother. Fortunately, my son inherited my talent. At just six years old, he held his first solo art exhibition, inspired by the theme "My Mother." But he never let me attend, and he never let me see his paintings. My husband said my presence would make Luke nervous---that I should stay home and do the housework as a good wife and mother, and wait for them to come back. I told myself he was just young and didn't know better, that he was only pushing back against my discipline, not truly rejecting me. Until the day I snuck into the gallery wearing a surgical mask pulled low. In the center of the crowd, my husband held our son's hand while tenderly pulling a woman in a red dress into his arms. He turned to the guests and announced: "This is Luke's mother---my wife." The three of them stood together, beaming with perfect happiness. And I---the one who'd stayed up all night setting up this exhibition---stood before the paintings while not a single person recognized me. That was when I finally understood. My seemingly gentle, caring vampire husband had long ago given our son a replacement mother. And I was nothing more than the human nanny who'd served her purpose by producing an heir.