Season 3 Every Witch Way

夫は、私を愛していない。娘のことも、もっと愛していない。 娘が生まれてから、もう六年が経つ。それなのに、夫は一度も娘を抱きしめたことがない。 医者は言った。彼は「感情障害」だと。ただ、人並みに愛し方を知らないだけだと。 けれど、あの人——彼の初恋の人が戻ってきた日、夫は珍しく、私たちに微笑みかけたのだった。 そして、信じられないことに、娘にプレゼントまで買って帰ってきた。 私は、やっと心を開いてくれたのだと思った。これから少しずつ、父親になってくれるのだと。 そう思っていた。 でも—— その夜、娘と一緒に見てしまった。夫のスマホのロック画面に設定された写真を。 画面に映っていたのは、満面の笑みを浮かべた夫。片腕には前歯の抜けた女の子を抱え、もう片方の手では、彼の初恋の手をしっかりと握っていた。 娘は、そっと私の手を握りしめた。潤んだ瞳が、何かを訴えるように震えていた。 「ママ……もう、出て行こうか？でも……パパに、あと三回だけチャンスをあげてもいい？」 「その三回で、パパがやっぱり私たちを選んでくれなかったら……そしたら、一緒に行こうね」

私と紀戸八雲（きど やくも）との結婚は、最初から秘密だった。 結婚したことを隠してきたこの3年間、私は外に言えないくらい誇れない妻として八雲のそばにいた。 外から見れば、八雲は東市協和病院第一の執刀医で、冷酷無情で、唯我独尊の存在だ。いわゆる高嶺の花である。 したし私は、ただそのそばに立っているちっぽけな麻酔科のインターン生だった。 無数の真夜中で、私はいつも1人で家でその人の帰りを待っていた。広い部屋の中、寒くてたまらなかった。 自分がもっと頑張れば、もっと優しくなれば、いつかきっと振り向いてくれると思い込んでいた。 しかし現実は無慈悲で、残酷だった。 「あの人のところにもう行かないでくれない？」私は八雲の裾をギュッと掴んで、細い声で何度もお願いをしていた。 なのに八雲ただ笑った。その笑い声から明らかな嫌味を感じた。「ただの契約なのに、紀戸の奥さんは随分役に入り込んでるね」 * 月日が経ち、八雲のあの娘の前でしか表れない優しさを見てきた。 何も言わずに、私は静かに離婚協議書1枚だけ残して、家を出た。 それから、白銀の東市で、知れ渡ったあの紀戸先生は雪に埋もれた道端で膝をついて、涙目で復縁をお願いしてきた。「優月（ゆづき）、離婚しないでくれ」 その頬からぽつりと落ちた涙は、私の目から、すでに雪のような冷たいものになった。淡々と微笑みながら、私はこう答えた。 「もしかして紀戸先生も役に入り込んでるの？ごめんね、芝居に付き合う暇はないの。契約期限はもう過ぎたわ。告白したいなら、まず列に並んでちょうだい」

私が死んで三年目、夫がようやく私のことを思い出した。 理由は、彼の幼馴染が急性骨髄性白血病を再発し、再び造血幹細胞の移植が必要になったからだ。 彼は私が住んでいた家を探し出し、私に提供同意書にサインさせようとした。 しかし、そこにはすでに誰も住んでいなかった。 彼は近所の人に尋ねた。 近所の人は言った。「真希ってあの娘のことかい？もうとっくに死んじまったよ！病気の時に骨髄提供までさせられて、その数日後には亡くなったって話だよ」 彼は信じようとせず、近所の人が私と結託して自分を騙していると思い込んだ。 彼は苛立ちを隠さず近所の人に言った。「もし彼女に会ったら伝えてくれ。三日以内に姿を見せなければ、あの女が育ててるガキの医療費は一銭も払わないってな」 近所の人は彼の頑なな態度に呆れて首を振り、その場を離れながら呟いた。「あの子もかわいそうに、もうとっくに餓死してるんだってさ……」

夫が突然、SNSにこんな投稿をした。 「この身体はすでに国のために捧げた。もう君に尽くすことは叶わない」 何のことか聞こうとしたところ、彼から研究施設がある町行きの航空券が送られてきた。 そして、「任務は機密事項で、この間は連絡を取ることができない」と告げられた。 それから10ヶ月後、本来なら研究所にいるはずの夫が突然帰ってきた。そのタイミングで、私が妊娠検査を受けているところに鉢合わせたのだ。 8ヶ月に膨らんだお腹を見て、彼の顔は真っ青になった。「俺が10ヶ月も家を空けてたのに、なんでお前が妊娠してるんだ！」 私は肩をすくめて答えた。「3年間行くんじゃなかったの？10ヶ月で帰ってくるなんて、早すぎるんじゃない？」

God is always fair, but the world is never fair. Sometimes to defeat bad people, you must become a bad one yourself. His bloody hands rested on his knees which were spread apart. His head was bent and he looked perfect for the job. I just offered him my hand."I don't need your help. I can get up on my own."I raised an eyebrow at him and connected my hand with his. I attempted to pull him up. But, he didn't budge. I tried again, but no luck. This time, he growled. "Stop it and get lost. Leave me alone." He pointed his finger at me. I immediately caught hold of the finger and attempted to snap it, but he was quicker than me. He caught my hand which was holding his finger and twisted it so that my arm was strangling my own neck and I was pressed against his chest. We broke into a fight and in the end, we both were breathless and I was straddling him.

The Curse of Seasons is a Trilogy The Curse of Summer: Cursed for as long as she can remember to spend most of each year asleep, Lana is doomed to never lead a normal life or experience the normal issues teenagers usually have to endure. That is until Rhett, the neighbour's delinquent son comes into the picture. *** The Curse Of Spring: Cole has spent the last six years hunting down the girl whom he fell in love with but has never met, their curse binding them to each other as much as the pages of the diary they shared as youths. Harley has no memory of a time before she was saved from death, but when her way of life is threatened, she must join in the fight or become a casualty. *** The Curse of Autumn: Nathan can feel the winds of change, knowing that the inevitable war between his kind and the organization who created them is on the horizon. There is only one barrier to his involvement - the General's daughter.

Top one of the whole school, that is Denisse Lighte, the perfect student they are admired. Captain of the Basketball team and an MVP of his entire career, Cury Black. Lighte and Black, a perfect student and an athlete. Doesn't have an idea between the existence of the other. But Cury once saw her and he was mesmerized by her. What if suddenly you found your body became other person? You can't think of it right but that is what happen to them. They can't find way how to undo it and they are forced to live what are their bodies now.

Teardrops start to fall every time I remember my dad. He didn't just left me with a broken heart but also a crocked life. I grew up to be a very timid girl, palaging binubully at pinagmamalupitan ng mundo. Every time I wake up, I always wonder when will I feel at ease in life? Yung tipong I can be who I want to be and have what I want kagaya ng twin brother ko, sumalangit nawa... He is enjoying the life as a solo child thanks to my mom! Kung sana lang things happened differently baka buhay donya rin ako at walang mangaapi at manglalait sakin! Buong buhay ko, wala na akong ibang ginusto kundi ang matanggap ako bilang ako. Well, I'm not ugly naman and darn! My smiles can melt a man's frozen heart pero joke lang naman 'to kasi NBSB pala ako.. ha ha ha I can have his life, why not? I want to have his life and enjoy everything that he had... I am still the daughter of our father! I'm Izel Sezin and I promise to do the switch!

Alicia who was a witch and Lucian who was a werewolf was not supposed to love each other as it was forbidden. But falling in love they were left with no choice but to run away from there. But when the night when they were going to run came Lucian abandoned her and she was sent caught and sent to prison for three years. Lucian became the most powerful Alpha and took over the witches too. he came back and now wanted Alicia to be his maid. Alicia's mother sold her to the Alpha but now he treated her really badly, what happened that caused him to be like this? Excerpt: "You killed my sister. Now you would have to pay for it. You will do as I say otherwise there will be consequences," He screamed at me as his hold on my neck got tight. I was not able to breath anymore. "I... I didn't." I was barely able to get those words out my mouth. "Shut up! I don't want to hear anything." With gritted teeth he continued saying, "Now go and stand there all night. This is your punishment for disobeying me."

Two decades earlier, the realms of the Four Courts waged war against the covens of witches. Neither side would yield, though both were bleeding themselves dry in a war that spanned five brutal years. The Courts relied on their noble bloodlines, the witches on their wild and ancient spells. Each skirmish ended in ash, with neither enemy capable of breaking the other. Then a sorcerer from the Courts revealed a weapon: an octagonal crystal forged from eight different stones, each carved from the essence of a court. On the battlefield, before witches or nobles could comprehend what was happening, the crystal ignited. A blinding eruption of light burst forth, eight rays fusing into one unbearable brilliance. It was not merely sight that was torn away in that flash — but power, essence, and soul. Both Courts and witches alike fell, drained of the magic that had defined them. When the light faded, the battlefield lay silent under a sky of glittering dust. The enchantments were gone. The witches’ spellcraft, the courts’ line-born sorcery — extinguished forever. Neither side had won. Both had lost. And magic never returned.