Reply 1988 Episodes Novels & Stories

At three in the morning, I stare at the unknown transaction record on my phone screen, my fingertips turning cold. The record is for a payment of 2980 dollars, made for an executive suite at the Wisteria. The time of payment was 8:00 pm last night. My husband, Tristan Griffin, is a detective. He was on the night shift last night. I clutch my phone, my knuckles turning white as I text Tristan, "I just saw your credit card bill for a hotel stay last night. What's up with that?" His reply is instant. "Our team had to work overtime at the last minute, so they put us up at the hotel. I forgot to tell you about it." I scan the text and sputter. The Wisteria is located in the western region of the city, which is on the other end from where his squad is stationed. I don't press him for more details and click on the bank app on my phone. Having found the vendor's address through the payment record, I sent it to my best friend, Rowena Sheffield, who works as a private detective. She replies instantly with an "OK" emoji and follows up with, "Give me a second. I'll find out everything you want in a jiffy!"

Just after stepping out of the shower, I received a private message from my so-called uncle, Hank Shephard—a distant relative I barely ever spoke to. "Francis, that new car you posted looks impressive. Perfect for William's wedding!" I hadn't even figured out how to reply to that out-of-nowhere comment when another message popped up. "Your cousin William is getting married next month. Just treat your car as his wedding gift." The entitlement in his tone made my head hurt. I didn't bother arguing and closed the chat window. Apparently, he did not think there was anything wrong with what he had said. Messages kept coming. "Don't worry, your uncle won't let you suffer a loss. "When it's your turn to get married, I'll have William drive that car as your lead wedding car. It'll make you look good." I stared at the screen in silence. That was the moment I realized—Some people don't just feel entitled to your belongings. They believe your life exists to serve theirs.

She wears a mask everyday to hide her insecurities by being cheerful. She always felt inferior to her sister who's perfect in everything unlike her. Her life took a complete u turn when she met "Him"......AIDEN PARKER. He's the most handsome man she ever met. He's tall, handsome, hot, he's perfect. If only he hadn't been such a cocky, annoying and arrogant prick. "I haven't noticed it till now. Nice butt, you're looking hot." he commented making her feel annoyed than she already is. "Seriously!? I can't believe that you're flirting with me. Last time I remember, you were dying to get back with my sister." He winked at her instead of giving a reply, and that act alone made her scoff in disbelief. "What a cocky bastard he is!" She mumbled under her breathe. What would happen if they had to be in a relationship with each other? She's a person who always keeps watering her insecurities while he's a man who is just so full of himself. Will he help her to shine brighter?

Mom had one rule, and she never let it go: one good deed a day. When I was little, I saved my allowance for an entire year to buy a doll. Then some girl beside me whispered that she wanted one too, and Mom ripped it out of my arms. "Do one good deed a day. Give her the doll." Later, I barely made it into the best high school in the county. I didn't even get to be happy before Mom told me she'd already signed me up for trade school. "Do one good deed a day. The girl who just missed the cutoff is poor. Give her your spot." Later, at trade school, my roommates stole every cent I had for food and rent. I called Mom, sobbing. "Do one good deed every day. Giving them your money still counts as doing something good." Later, I got a part-time job and ended up sold as a bride to some family way out in the sticks. I texted Mom, begging her to save me. Her reply popped up a second later. [Marriage means sticking it out. Give them a healthy baby boy, and that should cover ten years of good deeds.]

My pack was slaughtered. But my fated mate Ethan turned his back on me, choosing another she-wolf, Lyra. In my darkest hour, his brother, Alpha Caden, claimed me. He promised me safety. Vengeance. A home. For three years, I was his Luna. I thought I was safe. Then I learned the truth. "You've hidden the evidence for three years, Alpha. You know Lyra was behind the Dawn Moon slaughter. What happens when your Luna finds out?" Caden’s reply shattered my world. "I have to protect Lyra. Even though she chose my brother, I need her to be happy. As for Selena, making her my Luna is compensation enough." My legs went weak. I almost collapsed, sobbing. The monster who killed my family was right beside me all along. And the mate I loved so deeply? Our bond was a lie, built only to shield her. So I performed the Farewell Ritual, a ceremony to erase myself from the world. Only when he was about to lose me forever did Caden finally see the truth. Shattered by regret, he hunted down the real killer, begging for a forgiveness he would never earn.

Everyone in the city knows that Michael Shaw despises me to my core. He even takes pleasure in humiliating me in public at banquets. He sneers, "My family made its fortune through gambling. Nancy Jackson is just a pretty face who can't even recognize all the suits in a deck of cards. Marrying her would be worse than marrying an inflatable doll that at least reacts!" Still, the marriage agreement between our families comes first. On top of that, the fake heiress, who is his true love, can't have children. So, he forces me to gamble with him. "If you lose, I want your womb to bear me a child. You have to get a C-section without anesthesia," he demands cruelly. I've long had enough of him always giving me a hard time. A soft laugh escapes my lips, and I reply, "Fine. If I win, then I want your manhood, Michael." The crowd bursts into laughter. Everyone says that I'm overestimating myself. Everyone knows Michael is the best gambler in the city. I lower my eyes and say nothing. Indeed, he is one of the best. After all, five years ago on a stormy night, I was the one who held those hands and taught him how to cheat for the first time to stay alive.

Sophia Quinn was deceived into marrying Victor Sinclair, only to find out that he was in a coma. Despite the shocking truth, she remained by his side for three years, caring for him and fulfilling her role as his wife under difficult circumstances. When Victor finally woke up, he only had eyes for Isabella Quinn, Sophia's half-sister. Overnight, Sophia became the villain in their story, forced to endure humiliation and prove her worth to a man who refused to see her sacrifices. Her heartbreak deepened when she told Victor she was pregnant, only for him to coldly reply, "You're not worthy to bear my child." Sophia tried everything to save her marriage, but when Victor abandoned her during a fire, leaving her to die despite her pregnancy, she completely gave up on him. Broken and ready to give up on life, she was rescued by Caleb Foster—a billionaire who treated her with the love and care she had always longed for. As Caleb showered her with affection and gave her a new lease on life, Sophia began to experience what true love felt like. But when Victor returns, begging for forgiveness and promising to be a good husband and father, will Sophia be willing to give him another chance? Or will she choose the man who proved himself to be her true knight in shining armor?

Vivian is an employee of the Alpha Zee company, passionate and well dedicated to her job. She, like other workers, had been in the company for more than two years, but have not met with the boss yet; they only take orders from the secretary. To celebrate the company's fifth year anniversary, a cruise vacation was prepared. Vivian bought two tickets for herself and her boyfriend. She wished he would propose to her there. Lucas is the CEO of Alpha Zee company and one of the hottest billionaires in town. He had a girlfriend he had been with for three years and loved her very much. He planned several proposals during the three years, but never succeeded. Lucas planned another proposal to her on the cruise. He invited her but got no reply. That night on the vacation, Vivian got drunk and went into the wrong room. Lucas, on the other hand, was upset at getting no reply from his girlfriend when a girl rushed into his room. He thought she was his girlfriend. And Vivian also mistook him for her boyfriend. The next day, they found that they had a one night stand with a total stranger. Lucas was angry and Vivian was just hurt. They both agreed to forget this thing, but one month later, Vivian found herself pregnant. What happens next?

I start dating Samuel Nelson, who's known for being a playboy. Everyone thinks I'm hopelessly in love with him. When he skips class to fight, I take notes for him. When he flirts with others, I cover for him. I spent three years as the pushover who grovels at his feet. I pour my heart and soul into helping him get into a top college, but just before the semester starts, he dumps me. He says haughtily, "I know you've liked me for a long time, but you always have your head buried in books. Compared to Anna, you're far too dull and uptight. "Let's break up. I want to be with Anna instead." Everyone waits to see me have an emotional meltdown. However, I simply check the 50 million that has been transferred to my bank account and reply earnestly, "Sure. I wish you two the best." No one knows that I only devoted myself fully to being Samuel's girlfriend because his mother offered me far too much money to refuse. Now that I have the money, even if he didn't dump me, I would've dumped him myself.

Someone suddenly tags me in a parents' group chat. "Hey Madison, I notice that the lunch boxes you've prepared for your daughter have a nice variety and rich in nutrients. Why don't you prepare the same thing for my son starting from tomorrow onward? "I'm not going to leech off you. In fact, I'll pay you ten dollars per day. When it stacks up, you'll earn quite a lot per month." As I stare at the messages on the screen, I find the situation rather ridiculous. My daughter, Sophie Reed, is extremely picky, not to mention she has food allergies. All of the ingredients of her meals are flown in from their places of origin. That means one meal's net price is more than 500 dollars. Yet now, someone intends to use ten dollars just for me to replicate the same meal for them? I reply right away in the group chat, "No way." Unexpectedly, the next day, Sophie is in tears when she returns from the kindergarten. She tells me that her lunch box has gotten snatched by a fellow classmate. On top of that, the teacher scolds her for being selfish as well. Fine. Since those shameless people intend to take advantage of me, don't blame me for being ruthless at all.