Spell Cause

In the Philippines, there is a well-known and commonly practiced superstitious belief called pagpag, loosely translated as "to dust-off." One should never go home directly after visiting a wake or a funeral, because the ghost of the deceased might latch on and cause hauntings or attract evil. Now, where can Filipinos pagpag and lead spirits astray? It could be anywhere: a restaurant, a mall, that house down the street where your toxic ex lives… but usually, people opt for 7-Eleven convenience stores and nobody knows why. Follow the story of Akira Basilio: a part-time staff who mans the Luntian Street 7-Eleven on Thursday and Friday nights, which sounds completely normal; except Akira had the ability to communicate with the dead. She maintained a quiet life by keeping her sixth sense a secret from both the living and the departed, until a particularly persistent spirit flips everything into chaos when he entangles Akira in a hunt for a murderer.

I blinked behind my glasses, stunned and confused. "Did I...do something wrong? If so, I'm sorry..." "No need to apologize," Helen cut in, frost edging her cultured voice. "You've done nothing wrong, Tristan. Except be complacent." I frowned, feeling cold dread creeping through my veins. "What do you mean?" Vivian released a short, harsh sigh, as if disgusted by my ignorance. "Must we spell it out? This marriage clearly isn't working anymore. You lack ambition. I've simply outgrown you at this point. I'm doing what's necessary and best for myself by letting you go." Her icy words slammed into me like a physical attack. I stared at her lovely face I had once adored so much, now cold and remote, trying to make sense of what she was saying. Letting me go? Was she saying... Linda held out a crisp legal envelope to me. Hands shaking, I accepted it from her polished nails. The contents confirmed my worst fears - divorce papers, all drawn up and ready for my signature. My eyes scanned the conditions outlined within. The terms were heavily skewed in Vivian's favor. "This...says I would get nothing," I murmured in stunned disbelief. "No alimony, no remaining rights to shared assets or property..." "Naturally," Linda replied coolly, inspecting her manicure. "You contributed absolutely nothing of value to this marriage financially. Therefore, you should leave with what you brought to it - nothing."

"𝐈𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮" Alisha Alouette Agravantez was twelve years old when she fell in love with his brother's best friend Dr. Kazmer Luttrell Vozmer. The cold hearted man who hides a dangerous and darkest secret. Alouette loves him very much that she is willing to do everything for him to love her back, but doing that seems impossible especially when he is very determined not to fall for her innocent scheme. All she wanted is to be love, by the person she love the most. But forcing someone to love you back can cause nothing but heartache and misery. Because the more she tries to push herself to him the more she realize that she was already puting a chain on her own heart. But will her feelings remain when she finds out who he really is? Can her Love for him really prevail at the end?

After being assigned to become a chaperone to younger entities of the dark by his alpha father, Cameron Thompson was determined to do exactly that to prove himself. Not wanting anything but to impress his parents his whole life, Cameron's life has always just been about doing whatever they want, even if it sometimes meant prioritizing them more than himself. Babysitting troubled witches and vampires can get quite hard. You have to deal with blood suckers and entitled brats who basically just make hexes around and cause trouble most of the time. But Cameron was a professional and everything was going smoothly until one young black witch was brought into the coven who was just purely trouble. Cameron did everything to do his job accordingly and keep his professionalism, but as time passed by he started falling for this creature who can't, and isn't, suppose to feel love.

On August 23, the Metropolitan Police entered a well-appointed flat at 36 Suffolk Street, in the heart of London. In the flat, they found an ensuite bathroom; in the bathtub, they found a padlocked bag, and in the bag, they found the body of Tina Davis Tina, a brilliant mathematician, worked in Cheltenham for GQHC, Britain's domestic eavesdropping agency. She lived in London on secondment to MI6, Britain's Secret Intelligence Service, and the block of flats where they found her body is an MI6 "safe house reportedly". Uninterested in potential national-security angles, the police immediately announced they were looking for clues to Tina's mysterious death in the details of her private life. But they didn't make much headway. A month after discovering her body, they still hadn't determined the cause of death, although they had admitted the case was "complex" and "unexplained." It seemed like a job for Quintus Noone Fortunately, he happened to be available.

The day after my fiancé abandoned me at our wedding, I boarded a plane to another city - Silverbrook Haven. He comforted his “girlfriend”, saying, "Sarah's been spoiled since childhood. She'll calm down and come back in a few days. You don't need to feel guilty." My friends were all worried I'd keep obsessing over Henry and cause another huge scene. But what they didn't know was that I had already accepted someone else's proposal. This trip to Silverbrook Haven was to get married. As the wedding day approached, I sent back everything Henry had given me over the years, without missing a single item. Including that engagement necklace I once treasured like a precious jewel. This is our final goodbye - what's done cannot be undone.

"Do you feel anything?" His question made my brows furrow in confusion. "Feel what?" "You really don't feel anything?" He repeated, his tone incredulous and increasing my confusion. Am I supposed to feel anything? "What a weak bitch.” Disgust filled his eyes as he spoke. ---------- Avery was thrown at the feet of Alpha Jared by her stepfather in exchange for his debt. Alpha Jared recognizes her as his mate, but she doesn't, cause of her lack of a wolf. She is forced to live a life full of suffering and pain as Alpha Jared and his girlfriend, who were both aware that she was his mate never missed a chance to make her life hell. Would she ever find out that the Alpha is her mate? Even if she does, is she capable of making the Alpha who hates her, love and yearn for her?

Willa had become content with her life as a rogue. She and her father had managed to make a life outside of the pack and to her, it was home. The only thing missing was justice. She was determined to find the identity of her mother's murderer and prove that the lycan king was behind her death. But she's not prepared for what would happen when she discovers the same lycan king is her fated mate. Ferrin never imagined his fated mate would be a werewolf from his country's strongest rival, let alone that she would be the female alpha that was foretold to destroy him and his kingdom. They had been searching for the alpha that was destined to cause his death for a decade. But could finding out that the alpha was his fated mate mean they were interpreting the prophecy all wrong? Or would he be forced to send her to her death to save his kingdom?

Pour me convaincre de l'épouser, Julien Laurent a organisé soixante-six voyages afin de me demander en mariage. À la soixante-septième fois, j'ai finalement acquiescé, touchée par sa persévérance. Le premier jour de notre mariage, j'ai préparé soixante-six cartes de pardon. Nous avons convenu que chaque fois qu'il me contrariait, il pourrait utiliser une carte pour obtenir mon pardon. Pendant six ans de mariage, chaque fois qu'il m'énervait à cause de son amie d'enfance, il me demandait d'utiliser une carte de pardon. Après avoir utilisé soixante-quatre cartes, Julien a remarqué que quelque chose n'allait pas chez moi.

I've been in a relationship with Ralph Green for seven years. However, he tells me he's sick of me. He finds himself a younger and prettier woman. I don't break down or cause a scene this time. I merely turn and leave. He's confident that I won't leave him because of how much I love him. Later, he finally finds a way to contact me. "Has it been fun pretending like you've gone missing, Mabel? Hurry up and come back once you've had enough of this fit." I'm not awake. The person beside me, Ambrose Steele, takes my phone away. He holds the phone up and deliberately leans down to kiss my cheek. "Mabes can't come to the phone. She's exhausted from last night."