Remembered

On the day of my wedding to James Jonas, his best friend, Mia Rodriguez, appeared in front of me, pregnant. She cried with tears in her eyes, “Ames, you have everything. Please, just give James to me. I’m having… his baby…” I ripped off my veil and threw it on the floor. Turning around, I saw James' panicked eyes. Perhaps he remembered our contract: If anything goes wrong with this wedding, his fortune will be mine.

Nayasha Lopez had known to herself that she had died. She clearly remembered the pain and the feeling of losing her breath slowly. Pero sa muling pagmulat niya ng mga mata ay laking gulat niya sa nalamang bumalik siya tatlong taon bago ang aksidente niya. Thankful for the second chance given to her, she started to make things right. Binago ang mga maling desisyon at unti unting nilalayo ang sarili sa mga taong naging dahilan ng paghihirap sa nakaraang buhay. Then she saw him, she hadn't forgotten the person who gave her temporary solace when her heart and mind are in chaos and in pain. She promised to herself that she would give them a chance to be together. Originally in her past life, she had made a decision to be with him but it was way too late. But fate brought her back to fulfill the undone promise. Will she have a happy ever after with the man she promised to be with in her second life?

My husband, Jacob Morris, wrongly believed that I had pushed the woman he loved down the stairs. So, he locked me in the basement to make me reflect on my actions. He hired people to punish me, trying to break my spirit. I suffered inhumane torture. My tendons were cut, and my face was disfigured. Four years later, he finally remembered me and let me out. But by then, I was too broken to love him anymore.

I had a miscarriage and was confined in the ICU. Meanwhile, my husband was off traveling the world with his first love. It wasn't until he decided to divorce me that he finally remembered I existed. He called my mother, demanding to know how long I planned to act out. She was disheartened, looking at me, who was barely clinging to life. "Shannon will never cause you trouble again! Happy now?" she snapped.

I exterminated my mate bond with Alex, when he was exiled from our pack 6 years ago. He left with a broken heart. When he returned, he challenged the former Alpha King of the pack. I still remembered how he tore the Alpha King apart with his claws and how he looked at me. After he earned himself the title of Alpha King, he asked me to be his Luna Queen. Everyone in the pack thought this was a dream come true for both of us. Only I knew that to him, I was only his lost obsession. He brought different she-wolves back to our mansion. Their laughter and scream echoed from the guest room. He made me the joke of our pack. But I never once confronted him. That night, when Alex kissed me roughly and grabbed my chin, he asked “Aren’t you even a little jealous?” He had no idea. Every single day he thought he was taking revenge on me, I was just counting down how many days I had left. For I had already been poisoned by the lethal wolf venom.

What will you do if you can no longer remembered by someone you really love the most? Gonna leave or stay?

Mia is forced to marry the wealthiest man in the country to protect her younger sister. Just because she was forced doesn't mean she didn't love. Yes? She loved him to the depth of her bones but he? He wanted to punish her for her crimes. Crimes she wasn't aware of. “ I'll make sure to make your life a living hell,” he whispered into her ear sending chills down her spine. She remembered him but he had no idea who she was, she loved him and would do anything for him to see her heart but he was unresponsive but that all changed when she decided that she wouldn't force her love or bear the consequences for what she didn't do. Fleeing from his torturous grip, only then does Azek realize his feelings for her and who she is. All that's on his mind now is how not to lose her the way his dad had lost his mom.

“How could you…” ah! My words dissolved into sobs, cruelly racking out of my throat. I was crumbling like a sandhill right before both of them. “HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT!? YOU LOVE ME, LOGAN! YOU LOVE ME!” “Where's it, Mother?” His voice was ice cold, sharp at the edges as he darted his gaze towards her. Where's what? “Right here!” She chimed. “I remembered to pick it up.” After which she immediately handed him a file in an envelope. “Here!” Logan slapped the document on the table before me with a loud bang that caused me to jump. “Sign it. And leave!” *** From the ashes of heartbreak, a new queen rises. Alaina Bloodrose, a victim of a brutal divorce by the only man she's wholeheartedly loved, kickstarts her streaming career. Concealed behind a mask and alias, she builds a new life as Queen of Dawn, determined to make the world bow to her feet after all the bullying she withstands for being a lowly Omega, cursed to bring only woe and ill-luck! Alaina navigates her newfound fame and the attention of her enigmatic boss, the Icy Alpha, she must confront the demons of her past and her ex husband, who reappears, unforgiven and relentless. But he isn't the only one who wants her back! Will she emerge victorious, or will the shadows of her double identity consume her?

Cassandra Elsenchì is a City girl. She likes make up and fancy dresses. Once she met her friend Stella Magday, she also found the worst man she ever met in her entire life which is Stefferson Clint, a man who can do everything just to impress himself by spending time with a night girl. Cassandra tried to deny to herself that she couldn’t fall inlove to a man like Steff, a womanizer. But, one night the frustration turns into reality, the denial turns into honesty. She fell in love with Steff unexpectedly, and Steff took a chance to move himself to the girl she dreamed of. Cassandra and Steff become more mutual and that goes to their affection to each other until love comes within. They didn’t notice what love they were playing for, two people who sought love in a dangerous way, two people who reached the peak of love in a night and remembered the flaws of a relationship in their own hand.

My husband's first love was scalded by boiling water. To punish me, he forced me into a customized steamer half my height, turned the heat to its highest setting, and sealed me inside. "I'll make you feel the pain Jessica suffered a thousand times over!" Trapped in the suffocating space, my breath came in ragged gasps. Heat seared my skin, and my body felt as though it would melt. I sobbed, begging him for mercy. "Please! I'm going to die!" But he didn't look back. Holding his beloved in his arms, he walked away. He even locked the door after he left the room. "Don't worry, you won't die. This is the only way you'll understand Jessica's pain." Despair swallowed me whole. I screamed, my voice raw, but the boiling water beneath me splashed up, scalding my skin, stealing even the strength to cry. He left the country with Jessica that same night. A week passed before he finally remembered my existence. "That wretched woman must have learned her lesson by now. Let her out." What he didn't know was that the water had long since boiled away, the heat had faded, and inside the steamer, my corpse lay rotting—swarmed with maggots.