Slender Man Daughter

What's the first thing you'd do if you were reborn? Me? I'd start by divorcing my husband, Finn Gallagher. Yeah, Finn Gallagher, the same man who runs half the underworld from behind closed doors. The Don. The richest man alive. The man women dream about; his face plastered on magazines, named "Sexiest Man Alive" five years in a row. In my last life, I tried everything to make him look at me like I mattered. I married him. I gave birth to his son. I swallowed every ounce of pride, trying to be the perfect wife. However, it didn't work. To him, I was no different than a waitress he might casually tip—forgettable, replaceable, invisible. So this time, I'm not begging. I'm not pretending. I'm handing Madeline Brooks the key to my place in his life, and walking away. She's Finn's first love, and also the shadow that haunted every day of my last life. Now Madeline was sitting opposite to me, blinked at me like she didn't hear me right. "You tried so hard to push me out," she said slowly, eyes narrowed. "Now you want me to be with Finn?" "Yes. That's all I'm asking. Just talk to Finn. Tell him to sign the divorce papers." I looked at her confused face and kept going. "Everyone knows I'm the last person who'd ever let Finn go. So if I say I want a divorce, he won't believe me for a second. But you? You're the one who can make that happen... aren't you?" She laughed, because she was finally getting her chance. I laughed too, because I was finally free.

Matteo I thought I found the one I would spend my life with forever until she pierced my heart cruelly and left me to die. Now, I want revenge. I want to make her suffer. I want her to feel what I felt. But fate has plans for us. Plans, I was not expecting. I began to like her. Just when I think I found a friend, she disappeared. Hera I lost my mother in an accident. Then I began to lose everything. Just when I was on the verge of being thrown out of my childhood home, he came. I call him Matt. But he calls me kid. He has a past, and then, she came back. Sussane I regretted it the moment I did it. But I cannot do anything to undo our past. All I can do is, try to win him back. "Oh God, Matt, I am late for school. I have an exam in fifteen minutes. Please drop me" Hera begged Matteo, who is reading a newspaper while sipping his coffee. "No" he replied without hesitation. She was expecting that he would say that. But she cannot be late to her exam. "Matt, if you don't give me a lift, then I.. Then I...." she began to think of a perfect threat to scare him. Matteo moved the news paper out of his face and gave her a look. Little did she know, nothing can scare him. But her eyes began to shine with mischief, which he began to dislike. "If you don't drop me, then I will kiss you," she said something which he doesn't know would scare him.

Ako si Eloisa Macaraeg, 19 yrs. Old.. Nag-iisang anak ng babaeng bulag na si aling sonya Lumaki akong hindi nasilayan ng aking ina ang aking naging itsura.. At Dahil sa ginahasa lamang siya ng aking ama. Nang isilang ako ng aking ina, sinikap niya akong buhayin mag-isa, sa paglalabada lamang.. Dahil matapos na magahasa ang aking ina ng lalakeng adik. Mula noon hindi na ito nagparamdam pa sa aking ina. Sinikap akong pag aralin ng aking ina. At dahil sa biniyayaan ako ng katalinuhan, nagiging iskolar ako sa mga pinasukan kung school, mula elementary hanggang sa ako'y makapag tapos ng high school.. Ngunit sa kasamaang palad ng ako'y mag kokolehiyo na.. Hindi ko na ito natapos.. Hanggang 2 yrs. Lamang ang nakayanan ko, dahil nagkasakit na ang aking ina ng malubha.. At walang mag-aalaga sa kanya. Lingid sa kaalaman ng aking ina, lumalaki akong isang napakagandang bata. Maganda rin ang hubog ng aking katawan na namana ko sa aking ina. Hindi ako kaputian, pero makinis ang aking balat. Dahil sa kapos kami sa pagkain.. Nagdalaga akong balingkinitan lamang ang aking katawan, matangkad ako at natural ang pagka curly ng hair ko. Nang ganap na ika 19 years old ko.. Nagpasya na akong pumunta ng maynila upang makapaghanap ng trabaho. At napansin ko rin naman na medyo gumanda na ang kalusugan ng aking ina. Sa pag punta ko sa maynila, nakahanap ako ng magandang trabaho, ngunit may naging kapalit.. At ito ay ang pagka durog ng aking puso.. Nang malaman ang lihim ng aking pagka tao.. May pag Asa pa kaya akong makaahon sa hirap? At maging masaya?..

Grey Collins has the condition of hyperthymesia which allows him to remember practically every detail of his life with near-perfect accuracy. It is a condition in which an individual possesses a superior autobiographical memory. At a very young age, he witnessed the death of his father. His father was killed in their own home. Surrounded by a bunch of men. His father who's lying down on the floor covered with blood. He was killed cruelly and helplessly. To avenge his father's death, his dream to become a lawyer intensified. Hunting down all the people behind his father's death. A monster in court. A cold-blooded man. With the power of his memory, will he succeed? Will he be able to avenge his father's death? Will justice prevail? Having hyperthymesia, is it a blessing or a curse?

Alessandro, a name which can make men double his size shudder with fear. He is the Boss of the Russian outfit. He made a mistake, that he knows he would regret as long as he lives. A mistake which almost cost him his outfit. He never let anyone see how deeply that one mistake affected him. But it did. He decided to kill everyone who backstabbed him. That's when he saw Olivia. She was brought as a peace offering by her step mother to save her father's life. The same father who betrayed Alesso by helping his cousin Victor. He is not interested in school girls who are too innocent to stay alive in their world for long. But something in Olivia pulled to him, begging for mercy and help. He wanted to refuse her and kill her father. But he couldn't. So he bought her as his slave. Thus began their journey. This was something he was not expecting. She hated his guts. He saw how much she loathe him. But that never bothered him, until she started affecting him. He used to have fun when she is riled up. He loved when she is flustered. Making her go red with anger and frustration was his favorite. She was his reprieve from his guilt. A light at the end of a dark tunnel, which never seems to have an end.

Everyone thinks Jimmy Hudson, my college roommate, is the typical brutally honest and socially clueless guy who just has zero filter sometimes. A friend and I meet up to go boxing and practice our hooks, but he calls it a hookup when texting the group chat about it. He even nonchalantly says he won't be deleting his message. When I meet my boxing buddy, he says I'm meeting my hookup buddy. He even has the nerve to say, "It's just a joke. Don't be overly sensitive and read so much into it." Thanks to a few more of his dirty tricks, my reputation is ruined, and the entire class ostracizes me. But Jimmy doesn't stop there. He slips sleeping pills into my drink, which leads me to miss an exam. Later, he claims it was just a careless mistake and blames it on his scatterbrained tendencies. Eventually, he dumps crushed cherry pits into my water bottle, which ends up poisoning me to death. This all happened because our campus belle, whom he has a crush on, helped me with my luggage on our first day on campus. All of a sudden, my eyes open again. I've returned to the first day of my freshman year at college. This time, I'm going to let Jimmy get a taste of what it's like to have his life ruined with a helping of some social cluelessness of my own.

Ever since I tied the knot with Connor Steele, he ditched his playboy ways and cut off all his side flings. Everyone thought I had him wrapped around my finger, with our perfect little family. But that all came crashing down on our ninth anniversary when I accidentally saw his group chat with his friends. [Connor, how was that Bentley ride with Ashley yesterday? Pretty wild, huh?] [We tried every spot imaginable. She's totally obsessed with me and can't get enough.] There was a steamy photo of them attached, and the group was blowing up with cheers and congrats, wishing them happiness ever after. I stared at the screen, feeling a sharp stab of pain hit me right in the chest. It turned out that all our happy moments were just a carefully staged performance. I sat there in a daze all night, waiting for him to get home. When he finally walked in with a cake, I let out a cold laugh. "I know everything now. Aren't you sick of faking it?"

Celeste Costa-Allegra was raised to be the perfect woman and the ideal wife for Darson Allegra. All her achievements as a woman were dedicated to her husband. One day, Darson brought a mistress into their home, even though Celeste was already four months pregnant. Her husband soon divorced her and callously abandoned her in a dangerous place after the mistreatment she had endured, while her in-laws stripped her of everything she had. Filled with hatred and resentment, she vowed to seek revenge against them. Little did she expect that, in that perilous situation, she would accidentally save the life of the infamous and ruthless Primo Semion Lombardi, who would then unexpectedly offer her a marriage proposal!

"The sex was good though." Davina said, rudely pulling me out of my thoughts. "Just the sex?" "Yes." She repeated unapologetically. "Just the sex." I turned, her words piercing me in a way I didn't expect. "Ouch." Davina chuckled, as if she had not just spat out the coldest line ever. "What did you expect? That I will fall back into your arms and profess love to you?" "I didn't ask for that." "Good." She murmured. "Because I have given you my heart before and you gave it back to me in pieces." °°°°°°°°°° One moment, Davina was walking down the aisle with a wide smile on her face. The next, she was picking up the pieces of what was left of her heart with bleeding hands. The only family she had left had been cruelly taken from her by the man she was supposed to marry, the man that had shown her nothing but love and had treated her like she was the most precious thing in the world. He changed— taking her as a captive and punishing her for a crime she had no idea about. But Davina swore to revenge, to take back all he had taken from her and make him pay for his sins, even if it's the last thing she does.

Five years after my death, my daughter, Emma, dialed Xander Green’s number. She cautiously asked, "Do you like my mom?" She was trying to get an answer to the question I once wrote in my diary. "Xander, do you like me?" Unexpectedly, the voice on the other end sneered, "Did your mom put you up to this? Using her own daughter like a pawn? What an unfaithful woman! She’s already with your dad, yet still trying to rekindle things with me?"