Reply 1988 Episodes Novels & Stories

Bridget's lips curled slightly into a satisfied smirk. “We’ll see. Start the car and drive me to the city.” “Yes, ma’am,” Hans said as he opened the passenger door for her. As the car pulled out of the mansion’s long driveway, Bridget couldn’t help but notice Hans's composure. His movements were precise, his demeanor calm. “You drive well,” she remarked. “Thank you, ma’am,” Hans replied without breaking his focus on the road. Bridget tilted her head, studying him. “Why become a driver?” she asked suddenly. Hans hesitated for a moment. “Personal reasons, ma’am.” “Hmm. You’re full of secrets, aren’t you?” Bridget teased, though her tone carried genuine curiosity. Somehow, she wanted to know the deepest of the deepest of his driver. That's how it works for her. Maybe. Before Hans could reply, she noticed a black SUV trailing close behind them. Her instincts, sharp as ever, kicked in. “Hans, speed up,” she commanded. “We’re being followed.” “Yes, ma’am,” Hans said, immediately accelerating, maintaining his composed demeanor, and his expertise in driving. The black SUV matched their pace, confirming Bridget's suspicion. “Lose them,” she ordered, gripping her seatbelt. Hans’s hands moved deftly across the wheel, taking sharp turns and expertly navigating the highway. Bridget watched in amazement, realizing he was no ordinary driver. “Who are you, really?” she asked, her voice low and filled with intrigue. “Just your driver, ma’am,” Hans replied with a faint smile.

** "Why did your feelings suddenly change?" Xander asked me looking completely lost. There was no way I could say it was because if I stayed with him, I might die. His cold eyes were piercing through me but it didn't make me fret. I averted my eyes knowing my next reply was a big lie. "I love someone else now, and I can't stand you anymore. Since we would be together for two months, our parents' promise will be honoured." Then he froze unable to believe my words. **** Karis was in an arranged marriage to Xander, a cold-hearted billionaire who stood on the Pinnacle of the business for years. Karis's entire life revolved around Xander. She loved him for years and did her best to save their marriage, abandoning everything she loved or cared for just to please him, but Xander never reciprocated her feelings. She thought if they could finally have a child, he would love her back, but that was just her delusion. Xander never loved her and betrayed her by cheating on Karis with her step-sister Emma, leaving Karis devasted and leading to her death. Luckily, fate smiled at Karis, and she was given a second chance to redo it. This time, she wants nothing to do with her heartless husband and just wants to focus on living the best life, but why does Xander keep on pestering her life? Will Karis give Xander a second chance or end up with his rival Skyler who picked interest in her? Why does Xander keep on pestering her in this life despite ruthlessly betraying her before? Are there secrets to be unravelled? Why don't you find out in this intriguing story of love and betrayal and watch things unravel?

I got pregnant by Alessio Moretti—my brother's best friend, and the youngest, most handsome Don in New York. Then his old flame, Bianca, the one who ghosted him, came back. I thought he’d drop me for her. But he just smirked. "She left without a word. There's no going back." My brother, Gianni, was even colder. "She's not a Ricci anymore. My only sister is you." I believed them. For three years, they'd shown me a warmth and love I'd never known. Then a video of my drunk foster father beating me went viral. The world mocked the noble Ricci princess, once tortured like a beggar. I shattered. I ran to find the only two men I trusted. But I stopped cold at their study door, frozen by Bianca's sickly sweet voice. "Gianni, Alessio... leaking that video? Wasn't it too cruel? Marcella's pregnant." My brother's reply was instant. "That's the point. Pregnancy is supposed to soften her. But she's been running around like she owns the place, keeping you out." Alessio just laughed. "Don't worry about Marcella. She can't touch us. And she's too soft-hearted to ever hurt our child." Tears streamed down my face. A sharp pain shot through my heart. He's right. The baby is my treasure. I'd never hurt him. But Alessio... I won't let you control me. I walked away, numb. I booked a flight. I will slip through their fingers, take my baby, and disappear from their world forever.

"Do anyone have reasons why this couples shouldn't get married?" The priest had asked. The bride found the question not necessary because she was sure there was no one against their union, but surprisingly to her, three masked men harmed to the teeth stepped into the church and their presence alone sent shivers down the spines of everyone. "We are against this union." One of them said grumpily. "Who-who are you... And why-why are you against this union?" The priest managed to ask. "Because our boss can't stand his lady getting married to someone else" His reply left everyone dumfounded. ***** After moving out of the orphanage with her friends, Rebecca decided to start afresh and forget everything about her dark past, including everyone associated with it. Her life was the perfect definition of peacefulness, she had learned to leave peacefully and happily with her friends. She found love and everything was going smoothly, not until the day of her wedding which was supposed to be her happiest day. At the last moment of getting married, unknown gunmen stormed the church, and abducted her, leaving everyone dumfounded. When she woke up the next day, she found herself in the devil's lair, the devil who haunted her in her dreams, the devil who once took what belonged to her. Her breath seized at that instant and she had to remind herself that whatever sin she would sin now would be killing the devil, not falling for him like she did in the past. But will she be able to betray her heart? Will the devil let her kill him? And will he surrender to her vengeance, or does he have a trap waiting in the shadows?

Seven years I spent with Jason Shaw, but I never got a ring. Rather, all I received was an invitation to another person's wedding. That day, as a wedding planner, I was at the rehearsal, making last-minute adjustments. Looking up, I saw the man whom I waited every day to reply to my messages, walking down the aisle, arm in arm with another bride. "Her boyfriend had something urgent come up, so I'm filling in for him," he said, standing straight, his tone light, a small smile on his lips. But his eyes couldn't hide the hurt, like a child who lost his favorite toy. As if that wasn't enough, he told me to hand over my wedding plan. He patted me on the shoulder, saying sincerely, "There's no rush for us. We've got plenty of time. I promise I'll give you an even better wedding. Just help me out this time. It's not like I'm not going to marry you." He didn't know that I had revised the wedding plan hundreds of times, even counted and recounted the bouquets seven times. To me, it wasn't mere work—it was a dream I held for five long years. I didn't argue anymore, just quietly stepped aside. Later, I lay alone in a hospital bed, listening to the rain tapping against the window from outside. I counted each drop as the hours slipped through my fingers. Perhaps those who worked so hard to create happiness for others had lost the right to their own happiness.

After my boyfriend, Mitchell Cooper, finds out that I've spent 300 thousand dollars on a mug, he demands that I buy his mother a single-level apartment that's worth eight million dollars in the heart of the city. Naturally, I turn his ridiculous demand down in a roundabout way. But this sets him off instead. "Don't be so stingy! My mom will become your mom in the future! What's wrong with showering her with gifts in advance?" Afterward, he records all our expenses that have taken place during our relationship on presentation slides and tells me that we have to split them up. "If you think splitting up our expenses is a troublesome thing to do, then you might as well imburse all of them. You're the rich one, after all. "I've already discussed everything with my family. We'll only give you one dollar as a form of wedding gift. It means 'the only one,' which sounds amazing, right?" Upon noticing my lack of response, Mitchell issues the ultimatum right away. "If you refuse to accept these conditions, then we can call off the wedding. You've already dated me for so many years. I'd like to see if anyone wants a second-hand woman like you." I stare at the long list of expenses that need to be split. I even catch sight of the two-dollar Uber fees that were charged when Mitchell came to look for me in the past. With a smile on my face, I reply, "Okay, then. I don't want a single cent from you in terms of wedding gifts. I'll buy your mom that apartment right now."

Everyone knew that the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack loved his mate more than anything. I once thought I would be the luckiest Luna in the world. That was until six months ago, when my father’s illegitimate daughter, Ivy, returned from rogue territory. Caleb recognized her as the she-wolf who had taken a lethal blow to save him during a rogue ambush years ago. Everything changed after that. During every date, Ivy would have a "relapse" right on cue. Caleb would always offer a strained explanation about how he owed her his life. I endured it countless times, lying to myself that it was just a debt of gratitude. But at our mating ceremony, Ivy collapsed, knocking over the champagne tower. "Caleb... it hurts... my heart..." The usually composed Caleb panicked and stopped the ceremony. He looked at me with guilt. "Evelyn, Ivy’s wolf was severely injured saving me. She’s still so fragile. It’s an emergency. You’ve always been understanding—can you just let this go for now?" "Go ahead," I said calmly. "Take her to the Healer." Caleb froze, then promised hurriedly, "Once she's stable, I’ll make it up to you with an even bigger ceremony." He didn't even wait for my reply before rushing off with Ivy in his arms. I watched him leave and dialed a number I hadn't touched in years. "Alpha King Silas, I accept the five-year classified Silver Poisoning research project." When I finally disappeared, Caleb regretted everything, searching the entire world for a trace of me.

"I love you," he gazed at her eyes which are dropped on the floor while he cups her cheeks with his palm. She doesn't look at his eyes. She seems scared. But with what he doesn't understand. "Do you not like me? Even a little bit?" his voice enunciates but she doesn't response to it. He waits for her answer but she doesn't reply him. He tries to back away from her. But as he is leaving, she holds his hands suddenly. "I don't know. I don't know whether I like you or not. I just don't want you to go away. I just don't want you to leave me," she says with the tears sparkling on her eyes. "Esther!" He presses his forehead against her as his breaths fasten. He can feel that along with his, her breaths are quickened as well. He realizes that the fire is burning on both side and she is equally anxious as she is. A smile creeps on his lips as he feels that. "I love you, Esther. You're made for me and I am made for you. We are made for each other," he smiles and presses his lips against her. "You're day dreaming one more time? What the fuck are you dreaming about Esther? Is it about my old man? Are you dreaming about him?" He pushes her against the wall and punches hard on the wall making his knuckles be red and bleed. "Nooo...Nooo... Caden! You're wrong," she cries.

“why do you hate me so much and live him?” Night asked while cageing her in his arms. looks like owner of body in which Sandra was in love with someone else. “ look I dont know who HE is so I dont love him and neither you” At Sandra’s reply Night seemed pleased and got off her. What the hell! Sandra was in body of girl she saw in her dreams. she doesnt know how but here is the question If she was in body of girls in her dreams then where is soul of this body? . "Morning cupcake!" Enola eyes were wide awake after she heard an unfamiliar voice getting up she only foundnd herself gawking at most handsome man she had seen in her entire life “ My wife likes what she sees”Johnathan said what the fuck? Enola didnt even knew this man but he was talking about marriage that was when she saw her reflection in mirror. She was spitting image of girl in her dreams. how the hell did this even happen? . . *Switched* 2 girls belonging to complete different worlds got their souls switched into each others bodies. Sandra Holland and Enola Holmes . for some unknown reason these girls saw each other in their dreams and once they were drawn into unwanted marriages they wished to be girl in their dream. once their souls got switched their wish came as reality and slap them hard across face as they were now in an unknown world in an unknowns person's body and were married to unknown men. they struggle to return to their bodies and worlds but always failed thanks to their unwanted husbands. would they able to return to their bodies and worlds Or would they fall for their unwanted husbands and accept life they have?

M“You want to stop? Fine. I’ll stop. But at the end of the day, pretty, you’re the one that’ll come begging.” “Want to bet?” My voice comes out shaky. Just like my legs.  Devon’s gray eyes light up, his lips curling into a smirk. “Bet. Which one of us gets to break before the wedding night.” This is a bad idea.  Everything in me is screaming not to take it.  I know. I fucking know.  Devon is a blockbuster curse. I’ve gotten a taste of him and I want more.  Heat and wetness floods my pussy. I want him again. I should refuse. I should walk back to Carter and pretend to be a loving wife. Instead, I nod. “Deal.” **** I caught my husband, Carter Stein, having sex with a man and a woman. His reply? “Our marriage is open now. This is normal. ” I tried to leave but he wouldn’t let me. Every opportunity to get a survive failed, and I was left at my wits end. Until I met him. Devon Sinclair. My husband’s older brother. A man soaked in danger and sex. I thought to myself “my perfect revenge.” But Devon wasn’t the savior I thought he was. No. He was the wolf. And I was the lamb naive enough to wander into his den. He sunk his teeth into me. Mind, body and soul. I can’t escape him, not even in death. I taste my blood on his kisses. He’ll ruin me, totally and beyond repair. I shouldn’t have crossed his path. I shouldn’t have kissed him. But I did. And the worst part? I’ll walk into his den again with an invitation taped on my forehead.