Self Written

A century ago, the head of the powerful Gilbert family in the capital made a cruel remark: "A woman who can't bear sons is nothing but a hen that lays no eggs." His words provoked forces beyond his understanding, and brought a generational curse upon his bloodline. Since then, every Gilbert man has faced the same fate: on his 30th birthday, he begins to grow feathers and wings... until he fully transforms into a clucking, egg-laying hen. The only way to break the curse? Marry a girl born on a rare, fated date, the Cursebreaker. Both my sister, Ruby Larson, and I were born under that date. In my previous life, Sean Gilbert, the cursed heir to the Gilbert fortune, asked for Ruby's hand in marriage. To protect her, I took her place and married into the Gilbert family myself. However, Ruby thought I had betrayed her for money. She livestreamed her suicide. Sean never forgave me. From that day on, he despised me with everything he had.

To help my surgeon husband with his erectile dysfunction, I made an appointment with an expert six months in advance. But as the day approached, Isiah Coleman canceled it without explanation. Just as I was about to call him to demand answers, I spotted a post from his female friend on her social media. My usually stoic husband was beaming as he wrapped his arms around her. The caption read: [Only I can cure your illness.] What struck me, though, was the telltale bulge in his pants in the photo—a reaction I'd never seen from him with me. With a cold laugh, I liked the post and left a comment: [What a miracle worker!] The post exploded, with everyone speculating whether I'd confront the mistress. But what awaited him after the holiday was our freshly printed divorce certificate.

My boyfriend, Jacob Torrance, claimed he hated being touched. Five years together, and all I got were stiff hand-holds and the rare side-hug. Even in bed, he kept his distance. I figured he was just emotionally shut off. Then he dropped this: he wanted a kid—with his mentor's daughter. "Take it as a sperm donation," he said. "Dr. Lynn asked me before he died. Wendy's got no one else." I smiled. "You don't have to explain. I support you." When you're over someone, there's no point fighting about what's right or wrong.

Phoebe Lynx Villanueva is a kind hearted girl who's been in love with Keyden Sebastian Fuentes for five years. She's pretty and can have any man that she wants but she knows that Keyden is an exemption. Keyden is in love with her best friend Charity and she knows that. She also knew that Charity has feelings for Keyden. She's the antagonist of her own story and when their parents decide to fix the marriage between her and Keyden, she knows that she has to do something. Being Keyden's wife is like a dream come true but how can she do it when the man she loves is in love with somebody else who happened to be her best friend? Now, she made her choice. She will help Keyden court her best friend in exchange that he will marry her. She knew that it's a desperate move but if being this selfless is the only way for Keyden and Charity to be happy, then so be it.

"I will be your mistress, Adrian. Just let my family live." Adrian lifted his glass of wine. A faint smile curved his lips. "I thought they would send me the adopted daughter," he said, "I didn't expect you." "Everyone said your brother spoiled you like a princess. Turns out that was just a joke." The tip of the pen paused, stabbing a small blot of ink onto the paper. I signed my name, calm to the point of silence. The contract would take effect in three days. Then, I would cut all ties with the Willis name. I traded myself for the survival of the Willis family and my own permanent release.

"Why did you hide it from me, Tyrus? Karapatan ko din na malaman 'yon. You're so cruel. You're selfish. I hate you!" Nyx shouted and run away from him. ——**—— Lie as long as you want. Make a lie whoever person it is but stop lying to those people who wanted a justice because if you lie, make sure that you're ready to face your consequences. Karma is a real bitch.

At my mother's funeral, I caught my husband passionately kissing a sales associate at the local department store. When I confronted him about it, he turned the tables and accused me of being paranoid and delusional. Later, I discovered she had been calling my husband "daddy" in their text messages. The betrayal left me emotionally numb, and I decided to step aside, giving them my blessing. What I did not expect was discovering that she was not just involved with my husband—she had been sleeping around with multiple men. When my husband finally learned the truth, he came crawling back to me with tears streaming down his face, begging for forgiveness. By then, I had already moved on with my life and wanted nothing to do with him.

Liam is a runaway, who is trying to make a better life away from his abusive family, and has to continue to run

Opening the door to my bedroom, my heart sank. Mind blank as a canvas, on which was engraved the words I heard then: “I,Ethan Brown, the future alpha of the pack, reject you, Thalia Carnell as my mate and Luna of this pack.” Here starts my story..well, no my story had long begun this was just another phase of it. ******** Brock Dawson, mourning his beloved mate’s death is my mate. Well, new mate I guess. But he is still in love with his dead mate. He wasn't willing to take up a new mate. Great. Applause to my fate. A cheating mate and a mate still in love. Was Brock still in love? Or is there a secret he doesn't want to share? will Thalia recover her rejection and move on? or is she plotting her revenge?

The day Henry decided to marry my best friend, I turned into a joke in everyone’s eyes. He lifted my chin and stared into my eyes bewitchingly. “If you admit your fault, I can overlook your mistakes and start over again with you.” I obeyed and uttered the words, “I was wrong.” And yet, with mocking eyes, he sneered, “I can’t believe you’re this cheap, Julia.”