Seasons Of Blossom Webtoon Mga Nobela at Kwento

My mom was a brilliant programmer. She created an app called "Shake for Allowance." After my brother and I downloaded it, she told us, "From now on, this is how you'll get your living expenses. On the first of every month, just shake your phone. Whatever number you get is the amount you'll receive. "The range is from zero to ten thousand dollars." At first, I was excited. Every month, I shook my phone with anticipation. However, every time, the result was the same: 0 dollars. My brother, meanwhile, always landed the highest amount. "Wow, sis, your luck really sucks," he said. Even when he showed me the transfer record for ten thousand dollars, there was a smug smile on his face. When I confronted Mom, she brushed it off, saying my luck was bad and that no one else was to blame. With no other choice, I worked three part-time jobs just to support myself while studying. On the night before my final exams, I collapsed from exhaustion and died. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the very day my mom created the "Shake for Allowance" app.

I create a fake account, add Lucas Bennett's lover, and then help her with advice and strategy. "A little drama keeps the spark alive. If you don't stir things up now and then, how else will he remember to pay attention to you?" So on my birthday, he spends an hour in the bathroom coaxing her to eat. On our fifth anniversary, Lucas sneaks off to a hotel and spends an hour tangled up with her. Lucas spends less time with me, but their relationship grows stronger. On the night of the company banquet, when Lucas is entertaining important clients, I tell her, "Lucas' girlfriend will be there too. If you don't ruin this contract, they'll be tied together forever." That evening, she picks up a glass of red wine and dumps it over my head. Lucas, who's been fawning over my dad, completely lost his composure.

On the first day of every month, my mom will give me my allowance based on the number of times I had checked in with her last month. "You'll receive 20 dollars for greeting your parents once in the morning and once in the evening. But last month, you only hit ten days' worth of quota, so you can only receive 200 dollars. This also means your 300-dollar punctuality fee will be deducted as well. "After adding on 150 dollars for your basic necessities, you shall receive only 350 dollars for this month's allowance. Remember to write a reflection report on your lack of punctuality later. I'll only transfer you the money if your report is acceptable." I become so overwhelmed by anxiety that my voice starts trembling. "I was busy with my finals last month, Mom! I had to line up outside the library at 5:00 am every day just so I could secure myself a seat! That's why I couldn't call you in time!" In a choked-up tone, I plead to my mom, "I need 600 dollars for the train ticket all the way home during the holidays! 350 dollars really isn't enough for me! Mom, can you please—" But my mom cuts me off firmly, "The allowance system is something that I've specifically designed for you so that I can help you get rid of the bad habit of wanting to receive everything without putting in hard work! Why can't you just understand that I'm doing this for your own good?" After that, she ends the call mercilessly. Just as I'm filled with despair and helplessness, a blond appears before my eyes. He's willing to buy my train ticket for me, but in return, I need to leave with him.

On the day of our engagement, my boyfriend, Henley Chatham, handed his assistant, Kiara Dalby, an unlimited black card—then set me up with a shared wallet. Daily limit: twenty bucks. I laughed. Cold. Said no. He called me materialistic—then spun around and made some grand confession to Kiara. So I ended it. Right there. Then I signed with a classified agency. Five years later, Kiara and I crossed paths at a car wash. I was in line when she whipped her car in and cut me off. I couldn't dodge. Metal slammed—my whole front end wrecked. She rolled her window down. "Hey, you in the back—blind or what? Can't you see my car?" I let out a short laugh. "You cut me off. Then you crash into me. And somehow that's my fault?" Kiara sneered, same attitude, just louder. "I cut in line? Please. Every inch of Hawthorne Bay belongs to the Chatham family. Ever heard of Chatham Corp? My boss could shake this whole town with one move." I actually laughed this time. Pulled out my phone. Dialed. "Ex-boyfriend, I hear Hawthorne Bay answers to you now?"

Elena Bennett, the illegitimate daughter of the Bennetts, was never supposed to matter. The unwanted daughter of a powerful family, hidden away like a dirty secret. But one night—one reckless, alcohol-soaked night—changed everything. Elias Vanguard, billionaire bad boy, notorious womanizer, and a man with enough family drama to sink an empire. Their drunken encounter becomes front-page news, and suddenly, they’re both drowning in a scandal neither of them wants. His solution? A fake marriage to clean up his reputation. Her motivation? The chance to finally claw her way out of the shadows and show everyone who they messed with. But playing house with a man who treats her like dirt wasn't part of the fantasy. Elias brings home his mistresses like it’s nothing, and with every insult, Elena’s heart cracks a little more. Until one day, he shoves divorce papers at her—because his precious mistress is supposedly pregnant. Elena signs the papers, disappears, and rebuilds herself from the ashes. Five years later, she’s a tech powerhouse, running the biggest company in the States, raising her son alone. Meanwhile, Elias is down on his luck, crippled from an accident, and abandoned by everyone he thought he could trust. When fate brings their worlds crashing together again, Elias isn’t the man he used to be. And Elena? Well, she’s the woman he should’ve never let go. But with betrayal, heartbreak, and an empire of her own to protect, forgiveness isn’t on her list of priorities. He wants her back. But this time, Elena's playing by her own rules.

Seraphina Ashford never knew her family carried a blood debt—until the night before her twentieth birthday, when she's sold to Crimson Hollow Academy to pay for sins three centuries old. Trapped in a Gothic vampire academy shrouded in eternal twilight, Sera discovers she possesses a rare and deadly gift: Truthsight, the ability to see lies, curses, and death itself. While others see an elite school training vampire nobility, Sera sees something far more sinister—a black rot spreading through the academy, slowly killing everyone inside. She's soon caught between two impossible men: Caspian Noctis, the beautiful, calculating vampire prince who bought her debt and is hiding devastating secrets, and Raven Thorne, the warm but dangerous dhampir who's been protecting her family for longer than she knows. Both want to save her.

Soren Kade has spent his entire life hearing one thing. Never trust a Valez. For decades, the Kade and Valez families have been locked in a ruthless corporate war that destroyed empires and buried the truth of what really happened that night years ago. So when Soren arrives at Blackridge International University, the last person he expects to see standing in his dorm room is Dante Valez. Arrogant, infuriating and apparently….his new roommate. Forced to live together and compete in the university’s most elite business program, their rivalry quickly becomes the most talked-about spectacle on campus. Every argument turns into a challenge and every challenge turns into a war. But when sabotage inside the program pushes them into an uneasy alliance, Soren and Dante uncover cracks in the story both their families have believed for decades. The deeper they dig, the more dangerous the truth becomes. And somewhere between late-night strategy sessions, heated arguments, and secrets neither of them meant to share, the line between enemy and something far more complicated begins to blur. Because the one person Soren was raised to hate might be the only person who understands him. And falling for your family’s greatest rival? That’s the kind of mistake that could destroy everything.

Synopsis: Trapped in His Dangerous Love Nyla’s life changes the moment she becomes the pawn in a powerful pack’s scheme. Dominic Barrick, a strong and commanding wolf, is forced to marry her not for love, but because of his stepmother Margaret and the ambitions of his family. Margaret is ruthless, willing to manipulate and destroy lives to secure Dominic’s position as Alpha, leaving Nyla with no say in her own future. Caught in a loveless arrangement, Nyla struggles to maintain her dignity and independence while being thrust into a world of rigid rules, family politics, and high expectations. Her heart is already tied to Eric, a loyal friend who cares for her, but the union with Dominic traps her in obligations she cannot ignore. Dominic, though imposing, is not heartless; he cannot easily ignore his conscience as he is pulled between duty, his father’s expectations, and Margaret’s controlling influence. As Nyla learns the depth of Margaret’s cruelty and the weakness hidden within Dominic’s family, she begins to understand just how dangerous her new life truly is. She is treated as a tool rather than a person, yet she refuses to lose herself. At the same time, Dominic’s internal conflict slowly creates an unspoken tension between them, turning their forced marriage into something far more complicated than either expected. Trapped in His Dangerous Love is a story of manipulation, family betrayal, and forbidden attraction. It follows Nyla’s journey through control, power, and unwanted obligation as she fights to protect her identity and survive in a world that constantly tries to own her. In a place where loyalty and desire collide, Nyla must decide whether love, survival, or defiance will ultimately shape her fate.

On the tenth day of my postpartum recovery, my husband, Deputy Commander Harvey Wyatt, uploads a photo of me breastfeeding my newborn in a disheveled state to the department's group chat. Obviously, that photo was taken without my knowledge. "See? After having a kid, she's as loose as a sack. It makes me sick just looking at her. I much prefer my side piece, who's nice and tight." A few female colleagues send sweating emojis to the group. The majority of the chat, however, consists of the male colleagues' perverse silence. While I continue to burp my baby with one hand, my tears land on the screen. In order to give birth to this baby, my pelvic bone was sawn in half, which causes me so much pain that I can't even walk properly. But all I get in return is my own husband body-shaming me in front of hundreds of people. I don't bother arguing with Harvey at all. Half an hour later, I drag my broken body all the way to the commander's office with a divorce agreement as well as the chat history over the past ten days, which has been printed out, in my hands.

Ten years after graduation, I funded a scholarship for underprivileged students at my alma mater. During the ceremony's interview segment, one of the scholarship recipients suddenly grabbed the microphone. "That night at the karaoke bar, you forced yourself on me! Aren't you going to take responsibility?" Her words cut through the room, and every student and faculty member turned to look at me. In an instant, I was branded a rapist. The company's stock fell immediately in response. Amid the chaos, I simply stared at the girl in front of me. Had students really become so ruthless just to get what they wanted? Only a few days ago, I had helped her fend off a gang of troublemakers, so how could she turn around and spread lies about me then? Besides, I was a woman. What could I possibly have done to her?