Sirius Black As A Dog

Just a few days before my wedding, I accidentally come across a post while scrolling online. The title reads, "To the guy getting married in this city, your fiancée's already cheated on you." Curious, I click in to see the gossip, only to realize I'm the one being talked about. A deep male voice plays in the video. "I heard you're getting married?" The woman in the frame, bare-backed and trembling, chokes back a sob. "After you left, I realized you're still the one I love most. I'm done with him. Take me away, please!" The moment I hear her voice, it feels like someone punches me straight in the chest. Then I notice something on her wrist—the luxury couple's bracelet I gave her just yesterday. And in that instant, I feel like the biggest joke of all. Turns out the fool was me.

As soon as my husband sat at the dining table, he couldn't stop himself from talking. The humiliations of my school days had become his favorite entertainment, served up to his drinking buddies like appetizers. "Back then, she got her clothes torn off in the bathroom, beaten so badly she crawled on the ground like a dog, too terrified to make a sound. If it weren’t for my kindness—" That was it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I told him I wanted a divorce. He laughed it off, utterly unbothered. "Seriously? It’s just a joke! That was ages ago. You’re way too uptight—it’s just for a laugh, right?" For a laugh? Was I the only one with a past? Did he think he was untouchable? Maybe I should tell a few embarrassing stories about his precious childhood sweetheart. Fine. If it’s all about “fun,” I hoped his sweetheart found it equally hilarious when her turn came.

Charles’ breath quickened, and his movements became more urgent. “I’m close,” he gasped in my ear, his voice breaking between moans. My own pleasure surged, and I couldn’t hold back the scream that tore from my throat. A wave of electric tingles swept through me, my temples throbbed, and the world around me faded into white… Every pore on my body felt wide open, heat radiating from me in waves. It was surreal, as if I were in a dream, feeling everything but grasping none of it… I could hardly believe it—I had married this man, the infamous Alpha of the Black Valley Pack, Charles McLean, and I had just slept with him. But there was no love between us. We weren’t fated mates. Since his first shift at eighteen, Charles McLean had never found his fated mate. And after one engagement after another, each of his fiancées had died under mysterious circumstances. Rumor had it that he wore a mask to conceal his hideous face and that he was a cruel, violent man who would kill without hesitation. People whispered that he had murdered his previous fiancées. His last fiancée—my sister—was terrified of him. Horrified by the stories, she had vehemently refused to marry him. And just before the wedding, she found her fated mate. So, without warning or preparation, I was forced to take her place, pushed into marrying Charles in her stead, to stand as his wife in name only and the unacknowledged Luna of the Black Valley Pack…

My girlfriend and I were reborn, returning to the cramped basement apartment we rented right after graduation. We silently walked out the door together, neither of us mentioning staying together. She went abroad with her childhood sweetheart to further her studies while I stayed behind, grinding away at my company. Seven years later, she became a rising young designer with a bright future and a happy family. I was still grinding away at the same company. When we met again, she clung to her childhood sweetheart's arm, looking down at my slightly disheveled state with a mocking smile. "Long time no see. How did you end up looking like a beggar?" I ignored her. However, later, when the powerful, world-renowned CEO of a top design firm clung to my arm, acting sweetly, her face twisted with panic. "Alex Prescott! How can you be so close with another woman?!"

On the fifth wedding anniversary of Kate and Vincent, saka naman umuwi sa bansa ang “white moonlight” ni Vincent, ang babaeng minahal niya noon at kailanman ay hindi niya nakalimutan. Sa gabing iyon, isang katotohanang mas masakit pa sa sampal ang nadiskubre ni Kate. Narinig niya si Vincent sa loob ng banyo, binibigkas ang pangalan ni Mitch habang nilulunod ang sarili sa pagnanasa. Sa sandaling iyon, malinaw na malinaw na sa kanya ang lahat. Ito pala ang totoo. Ito pala ang dahilan kung bakit, sa limang taon nilang mag-asawa, hindi man lang siya kailanman hinawakan ng sariling asawa. Sa limang taon ng kasal, hindi niya narinig ang I love you, pero paulit-ulit niyang narinig ang pangalan ng ibang babae. Ang pangalan ni Kate. “She’s alone.” “I promised her.” “She’s more suitable than you.” At sa bawat paliwanag ni Vincent, iisa lang ang sagot ni Kate. Alam ko. Okay. Go. Walang sigaw. Walang luha. Hanggang sa isang araw, pinili niyang umalis. Habang abala si Vincent sa babaeng hindi niya kailanman nakalimutan, tahimik naman na inihanda ni Kate ang sariling pag-alis…Palihim na nag-aral, nag take ng exams abroad, nag-apply ng visa, at inihanda ang annulment agreement. Nang akala ni Vincent ay wala na siyang babalikan, doon niya siya nawala. At nang muling nakita ng mundo si Kate, hindi na siya ang babaeng iniwan, kundi ang babaeng hindi na kayang abutin. Pero huli na ang lahat, dahil ang babaeng iniwan ni Vincent noon, ay isang babaeng hindi na niya kayang hawakan.

Lia Harrison is a witch who cannot use magic. Her poor aptitude for magic is a stain to her mother's reputation. That is, until a wrong turn in the bustling city of New York leaves her stranded and in the company of a Demon. Travis, a high-ranking demon, is on a mission to kill the Jade witch. The first face he sees when he arrives on Earth is Lia’s. Lia thinks that he is a human. The fact that she has no knowledge of a demon’s traits only makes matters worse. Travis doesn’t sense any magical aura from Lia and also assumes she is human. And so the Demon and the witch become friends, both being none the wiser. In a world where witches and demons walk separate paths, will their love end up like the dying embers of a flame, or will it transform into a blazing inferno?

Para salvar os três homens mais importantes da minha vida, fiz um acordo com a Deusa da Lua. Trocar minha vida pela deles. Se eu pudesse fazer qualquer um deles me amar de verdade em cinco anos, eu teria o direito de viver. Mas no último dia da contagem regressiva, todos os três ainda tinham sentimentos negativos por mim. De acordo com as regras, eu havia falhado. Minha vida estava prestes a ser apagada. — Deusa da Lua, eu poderia enviar uma última mensagem? Uma tentativa final? Talvez por pena, ela me concedeu esta última chance. Esta mensagem era meu tiro final. Eu apertei o botão de voz em nosso bate-papo em grupo, lutando para manter minha voz firme. — Vocês poderiam me amar só um pouquinho? Eu realmente vou morrer. Após um momento de silêncio, veio o riso impiedoso deles. — Você fará qualquer coisa para competir com Lidia por atenção, não fará? — Pare com as mentiras. Isso só faz com que te odiemos mais. — Se você está tão desesperada para morrer, então faça isso de uma vez. Missão falhada. Eu lhes dei exatamente o que queriam. Mas quando eu estava prestes a morrer, todos eles surtaram.

As the hybrid orphan of the Blood Moon pack, Lisa's life had never been easy. She is mistreated by everyone, the only reason she wasn't killed off was because the Alpha of her pack pitied her. She thought life could never get worse, but boy was she wrong. Due to a small mistake, she is shipped to the most dangerous place in the werewolf world. A place where rogue and dangerous Alphas were detained. And guess what, she was the only female there

He was raised by blood and fire. She was born from loss and buried memories. Lorenzo is a ruthless mafia king—cold, calculating, and feared across Chicago and New York. Groomed to inherit an empire soaked in violence, he has spent his life clawing his way toward one goal: freedom. Three more years, and he plans to walk away from the underworld forever, leaving the bloodstained crown behind. But fate has other plans. Mel lives a quiet life defined by art, guilt, and responsibility. Haunted by dreams of a boy with mismatched eyes and surrounded by roses, she believes they are nothing more than fragments of her imagination—until those dreams begin to feel dangerously real. When their worlds collide, buried truths resurface. The boy Lorenzo once was. The girl he once saved. A promise neither of them remembers making—but never truly broke. As enemies close in and the past claws its way back to the surface, Lorenzo must choose between the empire he was born to rule and the woman who could destroy it. Loving her means risking everything—his power, his future, and the carefully controlled monster he’s become. Because some roses don’t bloom to be protected. They bloom to bring kings to their knees. And in a world of thorns, love may be the deadliest weapon of all.

Blurb Sold as a substitute bride, Ellie thought her worst fear was being bound to a feral prince—until she learned she was never meant to be a wife… only a sex slave. Chained by tradition and dark desires, she’s dragged into a kingdom where women are possessions, and men wear crowns like shackles. He’s ruthless, cursed, and hungry for more than obedience. She’s meant to submit, but her fire stirs something dangerous in him. In a palace where pleasure is power and freedom is forbidden, Ellie must decide: BREAK HIM or BE BROKEN. He was promised a body. She might just steal his soul.