Squid Game The Front Man

The night of our engagement party, I found my best friend playing a dangerous game with my fiancé. The casino on our family's private yacht was where I found them. Clara was sitting on the lap of my fiancé, Killian, the Falcone family heir. Killian held a sharp family dagger, its tip snagging the thin strap of her dress. The blade traced a path along her collarbone. The slightest pressure would snap the silk. It was a dangerous, intimate scene. I stepped forward with a frown, but Killian just scoffed. "It's just a little game to liven things up, Principessa. Don't be so tense." Clara's eyes narrowed, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "We're just playing a traditional family game. The knife game. You don't mind, do you, sweetie?" I was about to speak, but Killian's expression hardened. "We just got engaged and you're already trying to control me?" So I said nothing. I just drew my custom pistol from its holster on my thigh. "So, it's a game," I said. "Then let's play for something real."

She underwent a death experience—at the hands of the family she cared for most, who then sold her off. At eight years old, Seraphina Valeza was adopted from an orphanage by the Hawthorne family, a run-down third-rate family in Lunada City. She lived for fifteen years there, always careful, thankful for a house that was not her home. She was an excellent student, kept her sufferings to herself, and obeyed them in return for their "kindness." When the Hawthorne family was on the verge of bankruptcy, they chose survival over conscience. Seraphina was forced to marry Julian Moreau, the heir of a second-rate elite family. The marriage was hell. Behind closed doors, Julian humiliated her, controlled her every move, and crushed her dignity. In public, she was paraded as a trophy wife; in private, she was nothing more than a disposable tool. Once Julian seized full control of the Hawthorne family, Seraphina lost even her last value. With no way out, she resorted to suicide. But destiny wanted otherwise and gave her another chance. She found herself in the same spot as she was on the day of her marriage. This time she did neither crying nor begging. Instead, she smiled and switched the groom. In front of stunned guests, Seraphina walked past Julian and stopped before a man sitting casually at the banquet table, dressed out of place and enjoying the food as if the wedding had nothing to do with him. Lucien Cross. The annoying guy she constantly quarreled with in college. The man who cried while carrying her dying body in her past life. The one whose love she came to realize onlqy when it was too late. This time, Seraphina will not let him go. And all those who wronged her will be punished, without exception.

Seven years ended with one ringtone at the altar. One quiet apology, then he walked away to the pregnant ex he once called a mistake, leaving me beneath crystal lights and camera flashes, the perfect discarded bride. Publicly humiliated. I made a decision that shocks them all. I married Adrian, Marcus’s estranged elder stepbrother, the self-made billionaire their father once discarded. Cold. Untouchable. Far more powerful than the heir who betrayed me. Our marriage is a contract. He needs stability to secure his corporate takeover. I need a throne high enough to watch Marcus fall. But our 'fake' touches turn into an obsession neither of us can control. Now I’m carrying Adrian’s child the true firstborn heir of the legacy built on betrayal And this time, I’m not the woman left behind. I'm the prize.

HE IS THE BOY THAT WAS BORN AS A GIRL AND HAD TO PROVE TO HIMSELF, EVERY DAY THAT HE IS MAN ENOUGH FOR THE WORLD. ~~~~~~~ Adrian's life hasn't been one he is proud of since he lost his home the day he came out to his family. He thought they loved him as they always said but it turned out it was all a big fat lie. Going through life and trying to make the most of it, he met a man who would turn his whole world around. Just when he thought he was finally going to be happy, fate showed up with another plan, one that would leave Adrian wondering whether living was actually worth it. ~~~^~~~ "Elijah, you can't be serious!" "I am." "Why?" "Because he's a man and he is mine!"

Mia Davis, an ordinary girl, was brought into a world of darkness by Jondray Clarence Ford, a dangerous man. Ang katulad kaya ni Mia ang magpapaamo sa puso ni Jondray na puno nang galit at paghihiganti? Siya kaya ang maging ilaw sa madilim nitong mundo? He possessed her mind, heart, body and soul, and used her for his own personal desires, such as vengeance. 'Paiibigan kita para gamitin ka' Ang salitang binitawan ni Jondray ang siyang nilunok niya rin. "And now, I've lost my heart because you claimed it. I saw the light with you, and I will not return to the dark world of misery and sadness. I will be with you forever, my love…”

Natagpuan nila Yanna sa tabing ilog ang katawan ni Sergeant Dixson Sanchez na sugatan at walang malay. Ginamot at inalagaan nila ang lalaking estranghero. Nang magkamalay ang lalaki ay hindi na ito makaalala. Hinala nila Yanna ay nagkaroon ng amnesia ang lalaking kanyang tinulungan. Kinupkop ng tiyuhin ng dalaga ang lalaki at pinangalanan nilang Anton. Sa paglipas ng mga araw ay nagkapalagayan ng loob sina Yanna at Anton. Hanggang sa magkaaminan ng kanilang nararamdaman. Gustong pigilan ni Yanna ang damdamin para kay Anton, ngunit hindi niya kayang labanan ang isinisigaw ng kanyang puso. Kahit may pangamba at maraming tanong sa isipan ang dalaga na masasagot lang kapag bumalik na ang memorya ng lalaki ay sumugal pa rin sa pag ibig si Yanna. Nang manumbalik ang mga alaala ni Dixson ay agad siyang bumalik sa pamilya niya at wala itong matandaan sa nakalipas na buwan na inakala ng pamilya niya na patay na siya. Para siyang bula na bigla na lang nawala sa buhay ni Yanna. Paano kung sa muli nilang pagkikita ay malaman ni Yanna na nagbalik na pala ang mga alaala ng lalaki at siya naman ang nabura sa ala-ala nito? Sabihin kaya ni Yanna kay Dixson kung sino siya sa buhay nito? Ipabatid kaya ni Yanna na may anak silang dalawa o ililihim na lang niya ang lahat kay Dixson na malapit ng ikasal kay Chelsea, na step-sister ni Yanna?

My husband, Chandler Goodwin, claims that he doesn't understand what the phrases "silent treatment" or "giving the cold shoulder" mean. Yet, in the three years we have been married, he has never once spoken to me sweetly. The first time we have a falling out, I remain proud and dignified. We end up ignoring each other for seven days straight. The seventh time we have a cold standoff, I start to panic a little. However, despite trying all sorts of methods, he doesn't back down. The 11th time it happens, I have already learned to work through my emotions myself. Chandler doesn't even need to say anything before I take the initiative to apologize first. I simply think that he's just a naturally indifferent person, that nobody can warm his stone-cold heart. Then, on the third year of our marriage, I accidentally ruin his dress shirt while ironing it. Chandler doesn't say a word, but that very night, he packs his things and moves into a hotel. On the third day of being blocked, I head to his company with a handwritten apology. While passing by his office, I spot him leaning over to shoot his angry assistant a doting smile. "I'm sorry for raising my voice at you just now and upsetting you. It's been 57 minutes since you started ignoring me. Please stop giving me the cold shoulder, alright?" I freeze on the spot, the apology letter in my hand practically burning my fingers. As it turns out, it's not that he doesn't know what the silent treatment means—it's just that I've never been the person he wants to coax.

I transmigrated into a dating-sim otome game where I was supposed to romance a soft, fragile male lead. I had finally pushed him onto the bed and was just about to make my move when the long-missing system finally popped back online. [Host, I sent you to the wrong game. This is a horror game.] [The man you’re bullying right now is the horror game final boss.] I lifted my head and met a pair of blood-red eyes staring straight at me. My smile froze. “Um… you look a little tired. Maybe we should… continue this another day?” He smiled back, calm and terrifying. “I’m not tired. Go on.”

Anim na taon ang lumipas mula nang talikuran ni Zephyra Arcadia ang lalaking kanyang minahal—ang tahimik at prinsipyadong si Wren Deveraux—para sa mas “tamang” desisyon sa mata ng mundo. Isang kasal na may pangalan, kapangyarihan, at proteksyon. Ngunit kapalit nito ang isang buhay na puno ng pananakit, takot, at unti-unting pagguho ng sarili. Nang tuluyan niyang piliing makipaghiwalay sa lalaking sumira sa kanya, akala ni Zephyra ay sapat na ang lakas ng loob. Hindi niya inasahan na ang mas mahirap na laban ay ang harapin ang lalaking iniwan niya noon—ang lalaking ngayon ay isa nang makapangyarihang abogado na kayang pabagsakin ang sinuman… at kasama siya. Wren Deveraux—ang lalaking minahal niya, at lalaking matagal nang itinuring na patay ang pangalan niya sa puso nito. Malamig, mapanupil, at may galit na anim na taong kinikimkim. Isang lalaking hindi tumutulong nang libre, at hindi nagpapatawad basta-basta. Isang gabi. Isang silid. Isang kompromisong walang malinaw na hangganan. Habang sinusubukan ni Zephyra na buuin muli ang sarili at ipaglaban ang kalayaan niya, mas lalo naman siyang hinihila ni Wren pabalik—hindi bilang minamahal, kundi bilang isang bagay na minsan nang naging kanya. Pero sa pagitan ng galit at paghihiganti, posible pa bang mabuhay ang pagmamahal na matagal nang inilibing? O sadyang huli na ang lahat para sa ikalawang pagkakataon?

Leah Culverton – Shannon Rivers’ roommate and fiercely loyal best friend. A stubbornly independent and free-spirited soul, Leah takes orders from no one, least of all a bossy FBI man…no matter how attractive she finds him… Larry Fuller – The FBI agent working to bring down a huge money laundering operation. With Shannon Rivers in harm’s way, it’s his job to make sure she’s safely hidden until the bad guys can be caught. But he has his hands (and his heart) full when he meets her feisty roommate, Leah.