Ryan Winter Jaeger

After encountering problems at work, I lose myself in a virtual reality game. I randomly meet a male player in there and depend on my amorous interactions with him to escape reaity. We flirt with each other and have roleplay; he grunts and groans over the microphone. Everything changes when I accidentally reveal my true identity. The young man next door pins me underneath him and roams his hands over my body. When he speaks, his voice is hoarse. "You were great at flirting in the game, weren't you? Why can't you make those noises now?"

My sister was the golden child, the pride of our family, but she had a rare blood disorder that required treatments costing thousands every month. To keep her alive, I became her personal blood donor, working nonstop to pay for her care and delivering food all day and night. But one day, she nearly died from hemorrhaging after trying to abort a pregnancy. That’s when I learned the child she was carrying belonged to my boyfriend. When I confronted him, he didn’t even flinch. Instead, he dragged me to the operating table himself. “You were born to be her blood bank. Dying for her? It’s the best thing you’ll ever do.” I was left there, bleeding out, my life slipping away with every drop. But as death closed in, something changed. The people who once hoped I’d disappear—the ones who used me, betrayed me—they all began to unravel, losing their insanity.

She gave him three years. He gave everything to someone else. Matapos ang tatlong taon na walang saysay na kasal, pinili ni Aella Ramirez na tapusin ang pagiging asawa ni Theodore Larson—ang kilalang malamig at sikat na CEO ng multi-billion e-commerce business—sa kadahilanan palagi nitong inuuna ang first love nito kaysa sa pamilya nito. Iniiwan siya sa mga mahahalagang okasyon ng kanilang pamilya gaya ng libing ng lola nito, isinasantabi rin siya sa kanyang trabaho at kinalimutan ang kanilang wedding anniversary. Sa huli ay binato niya sa mukha nito ang annulment paper bago iniwan kasama ang anak nila. Sa halip na masaktan ay muli siyang bumangon. Ibinalik niya ang dating negosyo na di kalaunan ay kumita ng bilyon-bilyon at nagtagumapay rin siya sa iba't ibang larangan. Ngunit, ang lalaking tumalikod sa kanya ay biglang nagsisi at nagmamakaawa na bumalik siya. Handa ba siyang balikan ito, lalo na‘t dumating si Matthias Sullivan—ang makapangyarihan at mapang-akit na kasosyo niya na handa siyang ipaglaban? Sino ba ang pipiliin niya—ang nakaraan o ang lalaking kailanman ay ‘di siya bibitawan?

Our daughter, Luna Woods, developed a high fever. Her body was burning hot. I immediately dialed 911 for help. The dispatcher on the other end kept repeating his questions. He spoke slowly, as if deliberately stalling for time. By the time I finally heard the ambulance siren, Luna was already turning cold in my arms. In less than a year, my wife and I separated. We were consumed by endless grief and blamed for each other. Afterward, I merely existed for the sake of it. I was a hollow shell of a man. Then, one day, I received a wedding invitation from my ex-wife. The moment I played the audio invitation, a chill ran down my spine. The groom’s voice was identical to that of the slow, dawdling dispatcher from that year! I rushed out, utterly distraught, only to be hit by a roaring train. When I opened my eyes again, I heard Luna crying in the next room. Her forehead was burning hot. My wife hurriedly handed me the phone. “Quick, call 911! I’ll get a wet towel.” My hands trembled as I took the phone. When it was answered, I heard a familiar male voice through the receiver. “911, what’s your emergency?”

When the lights came on at the end of the graduation party, the spotlight suddenly shifted and froze on a young couple kissing passionately at the back of the auditorium. The young man held up a bouquet of roses and shouted to the crowd, “Sophie, be my girlfriend!” The moment the girl covered her face and nodded, the cheers in the hall nearly lifted the roof. Amid the thunderous applause, my hand trembled around my phone. The screen still showed the message he had sent half an hour earlier. Rowan: [Wait for me. I’ll come to you right away.] After the party, I took off the couple’s bracelet from my wrist and threw it into the gutter, along with four years of love.

My suitcase, filled with precious and expensive birthday gifts, was mistakenly claimed by another person at the airport. When I opened the one left behind, I found it packed with men’s clothes instead of my belongings. Determined to retrieve what was rightfully mine, I went on a frantic search for the man who had taken my suitcase. When I finally confronted him and politely asked for an exchange, he responded with the gentlest of tones: “Oh, I opened it and realized I’d made a mistake—it’s all women’s items.” I breathed a sigh of relief, ready to thank him and express my gratitude. Then he added casually, “I couldn’t use any of those things, so I sorted them out and gave them to my girlfriend. You’re welcome.” My jaw dropped. I could barely muster a response as I muttered under my breath, “What the hell?”

Nathaniel Reid had always despised being bound by our engagement. To spite me, he recklessly raced cars and caused trouble, indulging in all sorts of reckless behavior. And every time, I cleaned up his mess. Then, a girl named Joanna Smith appeared in his life. On the night of my birthday banquet, he scoured the entire city for a simple breakfast wrap for her and never even bothered to show up. I had already prepared for this moment. That night, I approached my family and asked to change the engagement. "It didn’t have to be Nathaniel." I thought of the distant, composed man from my dreams—the one who had always hidden his quiet, unwavering love for me. A smile flickered across my lips as I said softly, "Didn’t he still have an uncle?"

My son spiked a sudden high fever, scorching like a flame under my touch. I frantically dialed 911 for help, but the dispatcher on the line kept repeating questions, dragging it out. By the time the ambulance siren finally wailed in the distance, my son had already grown cold and still in my arms. Less than a year later, my husband and I split up amid endless grief and finger-pointing. I dragged on like an empty shell until one day I got an e-invite to his wedding. The moment I clicked the voice message, my blood ran cold. The bride's voice echoed exactly like that sluggish dispatcher from back then. In a breakdown, I bolted out of the house and got caught in the path of a speeding subway train, plunging me into darkness. When I opened my eyes again, my son's cries pierced the air from the next room, his forehead blazing hot against my palm. My husband thrust the phone toward me. "Quick, call 911! I'll grab a cold compress." My hands trembled as I dialed, and a chillingly familiar voice answered, "Hello, 911 emergency services."

“Ameliá is back,” wika ni Dominic Juarez, kuminang ang guilt sa mga mata nito. Kinibot ni Hazel Xaviera ang dulo ng labi. “And so?” “Let's postpone our wedding.” “What the—” “May malubha siyang karamdaman,” mabilis nitong wika sabay abot ng brown envelope sa kanya. “Mas mabuti siguro na mag-aral ka muna sa abroad.” “Ah, gusto mo akong umalis para may oras kayong maglampungan, tama? Ok, fine!” Marahas niyang hinablot iyon at pinunit hanggang sa magkapira-piraso. “Tsaka hindi na kailangan i-postone ang kasal, let's just cancel it immediately.” Pinagkait kay Hazel Xaviera Trevisan ang lahat simula noong pinanganak siya. Ipinagpalit siya ng kanyang yaya sa anak nito sa tunay niyang pamilya, binenta siya sa misteryosong pamilya, malamig ang turing ng kanyang tunay na mga magulang noong bumalik siya at pinagtaksilan siya ng kanyang fiancée. Ang masakit pa’y paborito ng lahat ang fake daughter na si Amelia. Muli niyang isinulat ang kanyang kapalaran at pinasyang maghiganti. Ngunit sa kanyang paglalakbay ay dinala siya sa mundo ng krimen at natuklasan ang madilim niyang nakaraan. Natuklasan din niya na may lihim na pagtingin sa kanya ang kanyang kinakapatid at ang biglaang paghahabol sa kanya ng dating nobyo. Napagtagumpayan niya kayang maghiganti o magpapadala na lamang sa kanyang emosyon?

Dalam terang yang temaram, ada gelap yang benderang.Ketika bintang yang biasanya berpijar perlahan meredup, menggelap menyisakan seribu tanda tanya membawa rasa dengan segala kenangan berbalut luka Sama halnya dengan kecewa yang mendewasakan dan cinta yang mengecewakan Lisa Pradita Celestial salah satu mahasiswi semester 4 yang jatuh cinta terhadap Dirga Adhara Prasetya cowok populer yang sangat mencintai kekasihnya Indah Damayanti. Akankah Lisa terus-terusan menyukai Dirga dalam diam atau ia mengungkapkan perasaan yang selama ini ia pendam Dan bagaimana dengan Dirga yang harus selalu sabar menghadapi Indah yang semakin hari semakin berubah. Bahkan ia datang menemui Dirga hanya kalau ingin dibelikan sesuatu "Gue ngasih tau perasaan gue sama lo bukan untuk lo nerima gue. Jangan terbebani sama apa yang mulut gue bilang. Kadang ada hal yang memang gak bisa untuk gue dapatin. Ello contohnya-" Akan kah cinta Lisa terbalas atau bertepuk sebelah tangan? Ayok ikuti kisahnya,....