The Bird That Drinks Tears

My daughter Stella was dying—kidneys shot, barely hanging on. She needed a transplant. Fast. But my wife, Kylie—the hospital director—stole the donor kidney meant for Stella and handed it off to her old flame's kid instead. That boy lived. They celebrated. Played happy family while my daughter was bleeding out hope. That same day, I called Kylie. Told her Stella didn't have much time. All she said was, "That ungrateful brat's faking it again? Lying? If she wants to die, let her." Stella didn't make it. Her body gave out in the worst way. And when Kylie finally saw her—really saw her—she broke.

Today was like the day I met him: Me, riding a bicycle and him, walking down the pavement. I grab the handle of the bicycle and watch him as he make his way towards me. I do not know why I feel nervous. A trickle of sweat drip on the side of my face, my heart beat fast and I could hardly breathe. He was meters away, until it grow shorter to a foot and then bam, he bumped into me and we fall down, him on top of me. This felt like a deja vù, like it was our very first encounter. We scurried to get up but ended up bumping our heads together. I glared at him as he got up, He didn't even offer me a hand. He didn’t even give me a second glance. He just passed by me. Not noticing me. Not even looking at me. I let go of the bicycle and turn to face him. I remove the helmet that I was wearing and grip it tightly before screaming, “YAH! My hands curled into a fist and before I know it, the helmet I was holding was already flying towards him.I raise my hand as if to save him but it collided on his head right before I could even react. It sounded a hollow thump and a pronounced groan. His hands made his way to the back of his head as he turn and face me. With those eyes that seem like it was murdering me, he chase me off and I hastily took my bicycle and ran. I couldn’t help but feel happy instead of guilty as he ran after me. This was like before. This was like that summer, that summer I met him.

How could someone possibly love someone with doubt and secrets? Paris Felicity Rivera lost her memories, yet she didn’t cared. Sapat na sa kanya ang masasakit na pinagdaanan sa puder ng kanyang ama at ng pamilya nito. Her father would almost auction her hand for marriage to different bachelors, and all she wished was to get out of that life. At sa kabaliwang iyon, alam niyang wala na siyang takas. Thus, she decided that if she had to get married to Chester Del Fuego, she will have the decision regarding her body. And she’d give it to the man he loved the most; Chancellor. But… did she really? For Chancellor was a Del Fuego too, and he had the same face as his two other brothers. He had the same exact face as Chester, the man Paris was supposed to marry.

Janine’s plan was simple: just one night. One night to earn enough money to ease the crushing weight of her mother’s medical bills and secure her brother’s future. She had no intention of staying. This job—this world—was a desperate detour, not a new path.But the moment she stepped into that room and locked eyes with the man sitting like royalty in the shadows, everything shifted.He wasn’t just any client.He was Theo Lucas Guevara III, the man she had only seen from afar—on TV screens, in headlines, in the hushed gossip of women who dreamed beyond their means. Powerful, untouchable, and dangerously magnetic.She thought he would take what he wanted and leave.But to her surprise, the billionaire didn’t just want one night.He wanted her.And he was willing to pay any price to keep her.

Oluchi never thought love would find her this late. She has spent her life following rules, hiding pieces of herself, and convincing the world she was fine. Then comes Amina the soft-spoken lesson teacher with a fire in her eyes, the one who makes Oluchi’s world feel both terrifying and alive. What begins as stolen glances soon becomes a dangerous longing. Desire. Fear. Hope. Everything Oluchi was told to bury begins to rise. But in a world that punishes women for wanting more, for loving differently… Can Oluchi risk it all for love? Or will survival demand her silence once again? The Love That Changed Everything is a tender, messy, and unforgettable story about late-found love, queer longing, and the price of choosing yourself.

She is Nadia Zariyah Helquino, born poor. Every coin is important to her saving is important to her. She had high dreams in life, but unfortunately she could not fulfill them because of the difficulties of life. But she believes that poor people like her still have value in this world. How many times has she dreamed of how happy she lived in a rich family. As the poverty of Nadia's world continues, she will meet someone who will change her life. He is Carrion Xavien Tadio, owner of a famous shoes company, with Carrion's wealth he can buy everything and do what he wants. There are many differences between the two, in other words, Carrion is rich and Nadia is poor. The worlds of the two will meet, they will fall in love, they will exchange sweet words but just like love stories, the two of them will not be end up together. Did they really know each other before entering into a relationship? Or they already know each other well but fate voluntarily separated them, because at that time they were destined to separate and when they met again, their love that was once separated would continue. Or maybe because of the trauma of the first time they broke up, Nadia will suddenly think that maybe she can't really afford the expensive love of him.

She was born to be a Luna… but betrayed by the very man who vowed to love her. Rejected. Hunted. Left to die with her unborn child. When Leila falls into the hands of the Dark Alpha, her world changes forever. Adrian Blackthorn, the cursed Alpha whose touch can kill, whose heart no one dares to claim, saves her life. But his wolf whispers one forbidden word… Mate. Bound by fate, torn by prophecy, and hunted by her past, Leila must choose between the mate who destroyed her… and the dark savior whose love could cost her soul.

The day our daughter had a high fever, Matt was at a parent-teacher meeting for his first love’s son. I called him, only for her to pick up. Through sobs, she apologized, but Matt quickly grabbed the phone, his tone impatient. "She’s a single mom with a kid. What’s wrong with me looking out for them?" So, I turned to my daughter, who was quietly receiving her IV, and asked softly, "How about it, sweetheart? From now on, it’s just you and me."

When the fire broke out, I called my husband, Hector. He didn't answer. Instead, he ran straight into the flames—to save my sister, Emma. They held each other, clinging to life, while I was trapped in the basement, watching my calls go ignored until all hope burned out. Afterward, Emma played innocent, twisting everything. She told him, "Hector, don't blame Sienna. She didn't leave me on purpose... she was just scared." Her lie made me the villain, and everyone bought it. Fueled by hatred, Hector spat, "She's so vicious—why didn't that fire just take her?" Three months later, the police found my body.

The day I found out I was pregnant, they threw me in the cold room. Ninety-nine calls later, Sandro Vaitti finally picked up. "The Family made that call," he said. "It was Genny's birthday. She got a fever because of you. This is your punishment. Just wait—once you're out, I'll marry you." Sandro's favorite line? 'Just wait.' His mafia family hated me. He swore once he gave them their precious heir, he'd cut ties and choose me. I bought it. Waited two years. Waited while he hooked up with Helga Cicili and had a kid—Genny. Then came the kicker: A daughter can't carry the Family name. He had to have a son with Helga. And yeah, I believed him. Again. Waited another year—until Helga got pregnant with his golden boy. I thought, 'Finally. Done waiting.' Then plot twist—I was pregnant too. Day before the wedding. Felt like fate. Didn't even get to tell him. They locked me up. Cold room. I curled up, shaking, barely breathing. When the door creaked open, I knew— I was done. Done waiting. Done begging. I'd leave. And I'd take my baby with me.