Sunday Morning Call Lyrics Novels & Stories

I was dragged online by one of my own employees. According to her post, I was a stingy boss who refused to give out holiday gift boxes for Memorial Day weekend. What the internet did not know was that my company already had a long-standing tradition. Every holiday, and even every employee birthday, each person received a $300 gift card without fail. But once the whole internet started tearing me apart, I decided to give everyone exactly what they claimed they wanted. I issued a company-wide notice. To respect everyone’s demand for a more “thoughtful” holiday gesture, this year’s Memorial Day gift cards would be canceled and replaced with holiday gift boxes for all employees. The moment the notice went out, the entire company exploded. Employees crowded outside my office, begging me to bring the gift cards back.

I was in the office bathroom stall when I heard them trash-talking me. The intern I'd trained for three months whined, "She's a heartless witch—like a robot with zero brain cells." I was about to swing the door open when another voice jumped in, laughing. "Documents incomplete." "Receipts don't match." "No signature? Denied." "Seriously, we've all memorized the freaking rulebot's script!" Once they were gone, I headed back to my desk. The intern stormed in and slammed a fat stack of reimbursement forms in front of me. "Don't go on another power trip and block everyone's claims." I skimmed the obviously fake receipts. Normally, I'd tear into her. But this time, I just smiled. "My head's killing me. Can't read the fine print."

I successfully disappeared for five years. Five. Whole. Years. Do you understand how hard that is when you're internationally hunted, emotionally unstable, and raising a five-year-old child who thinks hiding under restaurant tables counts as "stealth mode"? I had a plan. Disappear quietly. Protect my daughter. Never see Caelan Valecrest again. Simple. Effective. Emotionally catastrophic, sure, but effective. Except apparently the universe looked at my suffering and said, "Needs more comedy." Because after five years of hiding from corrupt billionaires, secret syndicates, and people who think illegal human experimentation is a fun hobby… I got exposed by a child with pigtails and zero survival instincts. "Daddy!" That's what Kaeliviane yelled. In public. Directly at Caelan Valecrest. Do you know what kind of spiritual damage that causes a person? Caelan froze. I froze. Even the waiter carrying champagne froze. Meanwhile, my daughter was smiling proudly like she'd just solved world hunger instead of detonating my entire life. Now Caelan keeps appearing everywhere "coincidentally." Sir, you are the CEO of Valecrest Global Holdings. You do not accidentally appear at playgrounds carrying strawberry milk and dinosaur bandages. And why is he good with children?! One minute he's terrifying billionaires in boardrooms, the next he's kneeling on the ground helping Kaeliviane bandage her stuffed rabbit because apparently "Mr. Bunbun had emotional damage." Traitorously, she adores him. Absolutely obsessed. Yesterday she told me, very seriously: "Mommy, Daddy looks scary but his eyes become sparkly when he sees me." I nearly passed away. Meanwhile, I'm trying very hard to survive secret organizations hunting my family, assassins who don't believe in personal space, emotional trauma, and the deeply unfortunate realization that I might still be stupidly in love with Caelan Valecrest. Honestly, being chased by international syndicates was less stressful.

It was the thirtieth anniversary of my alma mater, and I had been invited back to give a speech. But as I stepped on stage, my husband's illegitimate son rushed toward me, brandishing a knife. His accusations rang through the hall: I was a homewrecker, the woman who had driven his mother to her death. He went even further, kidnapping my daughter and threatening her safety unless I publicly read a letter of confession. I was beaten to within an inch of my life, my body battered and bruised. I demanded my husband come forward and confront the truth. Instead, he turned on me. "I was forced to be with you in the first place!" my husband spat, venom dripping from every word. "You're the real mistress!"

Umibig si Zoey Trisha Ramos sa isang playboy na si Edrick Kurt Lim. Labing-pitong taong gulang pa lamang noon si Trisha, isang freshman sa isang kilalang Unibersidad samantalang dalawampu’t dalawang taong gulang na noon si Edrick, graduating na ito at isang heartthrob. Sa simula pa lamang ay alam na ni Trisha na maling umibig sa isang playboy ngunit kahit sya mismo ay hindi napigilan ang puso nya sa pagtibok. Nangako ang isang playboy na magbabago ito at hinding hindi nya sasaktan ang babae ngunit dumating na nga ang araw na kinatatakutan ni Trisha. Ito ang araw na iniwan sya ni Edrick at nakipaghiwalay sa mismong araw ng graduation nito. Nalaman ni Trisha na paalis na rin ito ng bansa, dahil maraming katanungan ang hindi nasagot nag madaling pumunta si Trisha sa airport at ganoon na lamang ang tagpong naabutan nya, tila naman binibiyak ang kanyang puso sa nakikita ng dalawang mata nya sa harap mismo nya. Habang masayang masaya ito hindi man lang alam ni Edrick na may isang taong sobrang nasasaktan at nasasaksihan ang kaganapan na iyon. Samantalang parang na estatwa naman si Trisha sa kanyang kinatatayuan at hindi na nya nagawang lapitan si Edrick hanggang sa namalayan nya na lang na papalayo na ito sakanya na kasama ang isang babae. Makalipas ang limang na taon ay bumalik ang lalaki sa Pilipinas. Laking gulat nila na sa pag balik nito ay sya na ang naging substitute professor nila. Gagawin lahat ni Edrick mabawi lang nya ulit ang tanging babaeng minahal nya. Nasaktan nya ito ng sobra kaya sa kahit anong paraan ay babawiin nya ito at pinangako sa sariling hinding hindi nya na muli itong iiwanan at sasaktan pa. Muli nga kaya syang bigyan ng pangalawang pagkakataon ni Trisha? Maging pamilyar pa kaya ang mga puso nila sa LOVE?

Drevan Valkor is the Darkmoon pack's Invincible Alpha. This makes him grow arrogant and believe himself to be untouchable. Even when he drags a knife across his own hand, the wound closes almost instantly. He laughs at me and says, "Kyra, you gasp for breath after walking just a few steps. What a pathetic, sickly burden." What he doesn't know is that a curse forces me to suffer every bit of pain he should be feeling. The only cure is for him to acknowledge me and complete the mate bond willingly. I endure three years of his pain, his cold shoulder treatment, and his constant entanglement with my "healthy and lively" stepsister. I tell myself that if I can survive until the mate bonding ceremony, I will finally be free. But that hope dies on the night of the ceremony. Before the entire pack, he pulls my stepsister, Belle Wynter, into his arms and kicks me off the altar. "I reject Kyra Wynter as my mate," he declares. "My pack doesn't need a weakling like her." That is the moment my conscience dies. If that's how it is, then he can't blame me for choosing the worst possible cure.

After being betrayed by her husband and stepsister on her wedding anniversary. Roseline was given a second chance in life to make up for her mistake and take revenge on the people that had betrayed her.

My wife, Eunice Quill's adoptive younger brother, Shawn Quill, calls himself a human lie detector. During a game of truth and dare, I answer the truth question that I've given my virginity to Eunice. But Shawn "exposes" me in front of everyone by claiming that I've bedded at least three women before Eunice. He even gives me a nickname "Cope-More" out of jest. I question Eunice on the spot, only to see her mocking me back with a chuckle. "Shawn has been detecting lies since he was a kid. His observations are often very accurate. Don't tell me you're mad at him because of the way he humiliated you!" I decide to endure the farce for the sake of my young son, Callum Riverson. But when Callum gets into a car crash and needs 20 thousand dollars for his surgical bills, I stumble over to Eunice's company, hoping to borrow money from her. However, Shawn lets out a cold huff in return. "Finn must be lying! His lips are red, meaning he's very healthy. Also, the sweat dotting on his forehead must be droplets left behind by the mineral water that he's splashed onto himself in advance! "Hmph! It's way too easy for me to detect such a shoddy lie!" The impatient Eunice kicks me out of her company immediately. "Just tell me out right if you want to buy yourself a new watch! You won't receive a single cent if you lie to me!" When I recall the way Callum keeps struggling in pain and agony, I can only call Connie Bronson, Eunice's mom, with tears streaming down my face. "Give me 20 thousand dollars, and I'll leave Eunice voluntarily."

On my sixteenth birthday, everything changes. One moment I'm your below-average girl—the next moment, I’m a monster. A werewolf. As a danger to society, and with my parents' refusal to help me, I have no other choice but to go to the werewolf place. Nothing prepares me for what waits for me inside the Academy of the Moon. Not only do I learn that the horrid tales I’d been told about werewolves were not true—but that I am different from the others. This results in my being a scapegoat for condemnation. What’s even worse is that the boy who marked me might be a murderer. He’s on the loose. Will he come back for me? Am I turning into an evil beast, like him? And then, there’s Elijah Ledger. The future alpha—a gorgeous werewolf who appears to be bearing dark secrets from everyone. I’m drawn to him. But he’s a magnet for misfortune, and his secrets start to unveil themselves. While I’m dealing with an array of problems, including a jealous girl who can’t stand my newfound attention from Elijah—one by one, students are getting attacked at the academy. The big question is: who is it? And why are they doing it? Things get ugly—and I am caught in the middle of it.

On the day the SAT results are revealed, the fake heiress, Layla Sanders, colluded with our homeroom teacher, Richard Hoffman, to report me for cheating during the exam. When I stared at both copies of the exam papers that showed the same steps and formulas, I couldn't defend myself at all. In order to preserve Layla's pride, my own parents actually forced me to admit to stealing the exam questions in advance. Then, they had me forcibly admitted into a mental asylum. The Sanders family claimed that I had gone crazy just so they could keep this particular skeleton sealed in the closet. They abandoned me, letting me be tormented endlessly in the asylum. When I finally escaped from the asylum, I died in a car crash that was meticulously staged by Layla. Only on the verge of my death did I finally realize that the so-called "blood is thicker than water" mentality was nothing compared to a tear shed by Layla. The moment I open my eyes again, I've gotten reborn in the exam hall. This time, I choose to submit my exam paper without anything scribbled on it. I'd like to see just how someone with a total of zero points can possibly copy off the so-called top scorer of SAT.