Smallest Detail

In the third year after my death, the one who remained faithfully by my wife's side was still the bionic robot I had painstakingly designed. It looked exactly like me and carried within it every detail of my mannerisms, speech, and habits. The only difference was that it never lost its temper with her. Because of that, my wife never sensed anything amiss. Yet each night, she brought home a different man, deliberately testing "me," desperate to see the wild jealousy and rage I once wore so vividly. Then, one day, her childhood sweetheart and first love, shoved "me" off the balcony. It was only then, in her horror, that my wife realized… "I" didn't bleed.

Having an Awakenist as my wife meant enduring her monkish attitude toward sex. We could only be intimate on the sixteenth of every month. Every detail—my position, rhythm, even my expression—had to follow her rigid rules. If I showed too much pleasure, she would immediately rise and leave. We had been married for five years. Was I ever tired of this? Yes. Still, I always gave in. I accepted these limitations because I loved her. "The Saintess loves me too," I told myself. That faith shattered the day I was sent to extinguish a hotel fire. Amid the flames, I found my wife pressed close to a man in disheveled clothes. Between their arms was a young boy.

During my wedding reception, I make a toast to my wife's true love. He smashes his wine glass in retaliation and snaps, "I lost to you and allowed you to marry Isabel, but you shouldn't have humiliated me in public!" My wife, Isabel Eaton, is furious. She calls me petty and says she's disgusted by men like me, who get jealous over the smallest things. She rips her veil off and runs after her true love. I chase her, wanting to explain myself. However, a car rams into me. Isabel turns to glance at me but doesn't stop as she goes after her true love. I'm taken to the hospital to be rescued. However, my heart dies despite my body recovering. Upon regaining consciousness, I call my father. I've cut off contact with him for the past three years, but it's time to cave. "I'll go ahead with the marriage alliance, Dad."

Losing my job was not an option. Blackmailing my boss was the only solution. Falling for him was never part of the plan. *** Samantha Ion De Miranta made a tiny printing mistake, a typo mistake. Pero dahil masyadong perfectionist ang boss niya, sinisante siya agad sa harap ng lahat. Raz Eros Alcantara, the CEO of the Eros Advertising Group and the boss who fired Samantha. Raz was known for his strictness and cold heart. He never hesitated to fire employees over the smallest mistake. Perfect. That's what people called him. Handsome, rich, confident, and a man who knew exactly what he wanted. His standards were sky-high, especially when it came to women. Kaya naman nang makita siya ni Samantha sa isang high-end bar na pinapalibutan ng high-paid escort, sinamantala na ni Samantha ang pagkakataong iyon. She took a picture of him with those escorts then used it to blackmail him... just to get her job back.

Shane remembers every detail of their past lives, but Adea is the key to breaking the curse that has doomed them to tragic ends. In order for the curse to be broken, Adea must choose Shane and declare her love for him. As their fiery romance intensifies, Shane holds onto hope that Adea will choose him and break the curse. But their happiness is threatened when they are faced with the man who cursed them, and Adea must decide whether to give into her feelings for him or stay true to Shane. Now, Shane and Adea must race against time to find a way to break the curse that has haunted them for centuries. Can Adea resist the pull of the man who cursed them and choose Shane, or will their love be doomed to end in tragedy once again? Content Warning: Graphic sexual scenes. *Readers of TFA, please note that Chosen Mate is an alternate storyline for The Forbidden Alpha*

There's an eighteen-year-old young man who was the only left descendant of an extinct clan long ago. Cautious, distanced, and not quick to trust, that's Makari 'Mak' Cohen. As the only one left in his clan, his life since his birth has been in danger because of the creatures he loathes the most; the creatures that caused the extinction of their clan- the werewolves. In his time, will the hatred remain in his heart or will he learn to open himself up and accept that not all werewolves are evil like Heroux Wolfert, the current Alpha of the Scarlet Moon Pack who unfortunately is also currently the smallest and weakest pack and looking for a solution to rebuild his Pack? When the two strangers meet, will they find the answer to their questions in each other? Will Makari find with Heroux the "safe" place he has been looking for for a long time or will he also suffer the same fate as his clan at the very hands of Heroux who is looking for strength and power? In the light of the blue moon began, in the light of the blue moon will end. Let the magic of the moon prevail. Moon Drip.

Lycan prince Kaden Moretti is known for his ruthlessness and cruelty, but that is until one day when he finds the injured angel in the forest--Isabelle Morgan who is supposedly his mate Captived and kept away from civilization for her whole life, Isabelle knows nothing about the world. On her escape from her malicious captors, she finds herself getting exposed to a new yet dangerous world and worst of all she doesn't know her destination. Rescued by the handsome Lycan prince and being under his care, for once in her life she leans onto someone. But she doesn't know he's her mate, neither she understands the mate bond. A beauty, timid and fearful of even the smallest things, fragile like a petal Kaden finds himself letting go of his hard exterior for the girl who seems to land within his arms from heaven itself. But Isabelle's captors aren't going to do stop chasing her, what will happen when the devils will begin chasing them? Will Kaden be able to save his Angel?

Denzel murmured into her ears, "I want to kiss and devour every inch of you till the entire pack hears you screaming my name." "Denzel..." Cinnia panted as pleasure shot through her body. ... Cinnia Ramilek, a remarkable werewolf-witch hybrid, has spent five years on the run until one night of wild passion with a magnetic stranger changes her life forever. Little does she know, this mysterious man is none other than Denzel Montgomery, the ruthless Lycan Prince and Alpha of the Nightfall Pack, and the intensity of their connection is undeniable. However, Cinnia's new reality is shattered when she uncovers a painful truth about Denzel. Overwhelmed by her conflicting emotions, Cinnia decides to distance herself from him, yet a detail that she can't ignore, tugs at her heart and leads her down a perilous path where burning desires and dangers intertwine.

I followed an account of a couple that was not very popular but was very sweet. The account recorded every detail of the account owner and her boyfriend. They would argue over a plate of pasta and then look at each other and smile, playfully calling the other person a child at heart. They would hug tightly under the starry sky on a mountain top and say that they wished time could stop at this moment. Although the account owner never showed her face, I was still touched by her captions. The account was updated again the day before I was getting married. [Ten years of love ends here. From now on, he's just her husband, and I'm just her best friend. This account will no longer be updated. I wish my best friend and her beloved man a happy ever after.] The photo showed my fiancé, Josh Clark, and me, taken from behind.

My mate, Loki Olson, was the Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack, the strongest warrior in the pack. Yet he was colder to me than winter stone, stingy with even the smallest trace of warmth. It was only after my hair had turned completely white that I accidentally saw him gazing at a photograph of my sister, Alice Brewer, his eyes full of longing and tenderness. That was when I finally understood why Loki had never held a mating ceremony with me. His heart had always belonged to Alice. Marrying me was nothing more than fulfilling an agreement made with my father. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at our bonding ceremony. Without mercy, Loki tore up our wedding contract in front of everyone, then reached for Alice's hand and announced their engagement amid the cheers and blessings of countless werewolves. As for me, I picked up the phone and called my father, the former Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack. "Dad, I've made up my mind. I'm willing to take Alice's place and marry into the Goldlush Pack."