Snow Crash

My husband, Oliver Dawson, "forgot" everything in a car crash—and somehow fell for me all over again. After getting out of the hospital, he said he wanted to date me from scratch. Moved out, made it all romantic. People thought we were couple goals. I figured he just wanted that first-date spark back. Then I overheard him with his best friend. "The amnesia was a lie. I only moved out to take care of Katy. She's pregnant. Cecelia's never wanted kids. I'm not going childless." I glanced down at my barely-there bump and booked a hospital appointment. Then I found the memory-erasing pill Mom left me—and took it. Oliver had no clue I'd forget him in seven days. Completely.

The ruthless billionaire Adam Lewiston lives for ambition, hiding behind a wall of wealth and fleeting pleasures. Enter Liu, a timid newcomer with a spark that ignites something within Adam's cold heart. A year-long contract offers him comfort but opens a door to true connection. As feelings grow, Liu seeks stability, and their worlds collide dramatically. Heartbreak follows a fierce confrontation, leading to years apart. Yet, fate has a way of bringing love back. In a Parisian square, amidst the falling snow, their eyes meet again, promising a chance to rewrite their story.

After the Great War between humans and the Shifter races, an accord was struck, decreeing that the world would be ruled by a hybrid of the two races. The most powerful human family, a corporate dynasty, was granted the right to the first union with a Shifter leader. Whoever bore the first hybrid child would become the next ruler of the Alliance. In my past life, I married the werewolf Alpha, Jacob, and quickly bore him a wolf-human hybrid. When our son became the ruler of the Alliance, the werewolf clan’s power and influence soared. But my sister, Isabella, had always favored the beautiful elves. Her husband's philandering left her barren and riddled with disease after several miscarriages. She envied everything I had. In her rage, she orchestrated the car crash that killed my son and me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the Alliance’s choosing ceremony. Isabella had already mated with Jacob, brazenly showing off the mark on her neck. I knew. She was back, too. What she didn't know was that Jacob was a madman, obsessed with his bloodline above all else. Without a second thought, I let her have him. I walked toward the one they all feared—the notoriously brutal and bloodthirsty Dragon Lord, the Dragon King, Damien Wyatt.

On April Fool’s Day, my CEO husband cut out my heart to save his childhood sweetheart's son. After the surgery, he tossed me into a cold rental apartment, where I died in agony. Three days after my death, my five-year-old daughter played in the room as usual. Walking by the sofa, she wrinkled her little nose and mumbled, "Mommy, there's a weird smell in here." She touched my face and murmured, "Mommy, are you pretending to be Snow White? Why are you so pale?" She shook my arm harder and raised her voice, "Mommy, it's my birthday today—get up and blow out the candles!" Confused, she picked up the phone and called her father. “Daddy, did I make Mommy mad? I lit the candles, but no matter how much I call her, she won’t wake up.” On the other end of the call, Patrick Hart’s voice was cold and impatient. “What could possibly be wrong with her? She’s just pretending to be asleep for sympathy. It’s Johnny’s birthday, I’m busy. Don’t bother me! Tell your melodramatic mother to stop playing her little tricks. I don't have time to humor her." My daughter removed the candle from her bun, pinched off a piece of the bun, and fed it to me. "Mommy, I made a secret wish… I really wish you could hold me again, just like before."

My husband and his twin brother get into an accident during a test drive. To protect his older brother, my husband is thrown from the car and dies on the spot. Hearing the news of his death, I, four months pregnant, collapse in tears outside the hospital morgue. When I come to, I overhear my sister-in-law, Gloria Quinn’s voice outside the door. "Mason, are you sure Celine won't find out about this?" Mason? Isn't that my husband, who died in the crash? A familiar male voice replies, "Gloria, you're the one I truly love. If I hadn't mistaken Celine for you that drunken night, I'd never have let you end up with Jason. Celine loves me so much and is carrying my child. "If I take on Jason's identity and look after her, I swear she'll never leave me. Then, all her family's money will be ours." I smirk coldly as I listen to their conversation. He cheats on me, yet expects me to keep his child? Since he's already "dead", he's lost everything.

A young woman falls for the young billionaire he works for as a maid. After being saved from a deadly car crash, a billionaire offers a young poor woman to work in his house as his maid but fate has other plans for them.

On New Year's Eve, I prepare a feast. The clock strikes twelve, but my husband, Vincent Porter, still isn't home. My daughter, Lorelei Porter, tugs at my sleeve and holds up my phone. "Look Mommy, Daddy is at this lady's house!" Vincent has posted an update on Twitter. He is with Christine Snow, his childhood sweetheart. They are smiling at the camera, with a boy who looks about ten standing between them. In front of them sits a swan-shaped cake. The caption reads, "The most special day for the most special you." My heart sinks into my stomach. A marriage that came later in life can never compete with a pair of childhood sweethearts. I accept defeat.

Secrets, Magical Beings, Prophecies and Fate Darkness is threatening to be brought to light now that Dorian has been killed in a mortal car crash making his best friend Connor O'Neil's mission to find out who did it and why. Keeping true to his promise to Dorian though, Connor inserts his self in Dorians widow Rebecca White's life only to be knocked off his axis when he is told of a secret prophecy about his Fate irrational, he leaves the city only to battle his Lycan's feelings for her that have become strong enough to threaten the future they will have with their fated mate

“Daddy, kinuha nila ang anak ko! They took my son away from me! Darcio can't do this with me! Ako ang nagluwal sa anak naming dalawa. I accept his flaws and secrets even if it hurts. But why did he took our son!?” Humagulgol ang dalaga sa ama. “Rena, my daughter, your child is dead. They got into a car crash yesterday. Only Darcio and his wife survived.” Natulala ang dalaga sa ibinalita ng ama. Soon after, a loud howl she released. Verena didn't expect how her life became miserable. Ang tanging gusto lang niya ay makamit ang kalayaang matagal nang ipinagdamot sa kaniya. Running away from his father, Verena find herself wanted to escape from her life with a golden spoon on her mouth. She wants to express herself without the judgment of her father. Hindi naman niya inaakalang na ang kagustuhan niyang makawala sa kulungan na matagal ng ginawa ng ama ay ang magdadala rin sa kaniya ng higit pang miserableng buhay. She became a mistress and now, her child was dead. Is this her karma for being a mistress? Ito ba ang kapalit sa pagiging suwail niyang anak? She only wanted all her life to be free from the world she grew up in. But why does it feel like being free is more complicated than being surrounded by guards and maids? Her father was right, after all. The world was cruel and horrible. Hindi mo malalaman kung gaano kasama ang mundo kapag hindi mo naranasan maabuso ng mga taong nakapaligid sa iyo. But being brutal and horrific be wrong if she wants justice for herself and her son? Is it wrong if she wants to punish those people who belittled and betrayed her? Is it bad if she becomes a mistress again to achieve her mission?

Princess Vionna of Aurenza was dead. She died in the estate of Theron Thornefell, Warden of the North—buried beneath snow and silence. The blizzard raged for seven days before it eased, uncovering her frostbitten body beneath the drifts. Even in death, she was curled around her swollen belly, one arm reaching toward the nearest gates. No one came. She and the unborn child were frozen to death. Left behind. As the cold took her, regret cut deep. She never should've loved him. Never should've bowed. Because of her, the child never saw the sky. If she had another life, she'd never look his way again.