The Cliff That Time Forgot

Casanova, bad boy, innovator, heartless man, perfectionist... Aryan Kapoor was called many things. Success followed him and girls chased him, thanks to the heady mix of his brilliant mind, devilish charm and hunky body. Love, commitment and happily ever after... These were not meant for him. He learnt this bitter truth seven years ago from Chandni, his supposed soulmate. He felt nothing but hatred towards Chandni now. He has moved on. Then why is he still haunted by the romantic moments and passionate nights he shared with Chandni? And why has she come back to ruin his life again, after seven years? That too as the Co Owner and CEO of the company that he successfully built with his hard work and innovation. As they stood facing each other, it was hard to define the feelings on Aryan and Chandni's faces. Hatred? Loathing? A Sense of Betrayal? Or was there somewhere a suppressed feeling of a love that lasted... Despite everything.

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.

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.

Hanggang saan ang kakayanin mong tiisin? Kung paulit-ulit na pinapamukha sayo ng taong mahal mo na isa kang babaing walang dignidad? Na babaing tinikman ng lahat ng lalaki? Kaya mo bang tiisin ang pagmamahal sa taong hindi kana kayang mahalin dahil lang sa isang pagkakamali?

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.

“Hubby, pwede ba akong makahiram ng pera?” ang malambing kong tanong sa aking asawa na ngayon ay pagkasama-sama ng tingin sa akin. Paano ba namang hindi eh feeling close ako sa kanya. “Why would I give you? Sa tingin mo ba ay dahil pumayag akong makasal sayo ay makukuha mo na, at ibibigay ko sayo ang mga kailangan mo ng ganun ganun lang?” galit na galit at parang gustong manakit na sabi ni Jared. Ewan ko ba kung bakit sinubukan ko pang lumapit sa isang ito kahit na alam ko naman sa sarili ko na hinding hindi niya ako pagbibigyan.

On our anniversary, Nina Reid took our daughter—and her assistant, Ray Chapman—out for another "family day." Without me. That was it. I filed for divorce. Right after signing the papers and boxing up my stuff, I heard a buzz from the corner. Old phone. Twelve years old. Buried in a drawer. The screen lit up with a number I almost recognized. Hand shaking, I picked up. A voice I hadn't heard in years. Young. Way too familiar. "Hey, Liam. I need to talk to you."

[AL MONLEON SERIES #1—EVAN CHRAYSTLER AL MONLEON] Nang ipapatay ni Lord Amanncio Al Monleon, ang kilalang mafia king, ang mga magulang ni Andrea Maureen “Ada” Salvegas, inakala niyang tapos na ang lahat—hanggang sa ginawa siyang pambayad sa utang ng mga ito at pinasok bilang lingkod sa mansyon ng mga Al Monleon. Sa ilalim ng marangyang bubong ng kasamaan at lihim, nakilala ni Ada ang limang anak ni Lord Amann. Ngunit tanging ang pang-apat na si Evan Chraystler Al Monleon, o Young Master Evan ang nagpatibok ng kaniyang puso. Itinaga ni Ada sa sarili, na kailanman ay hindi siya magpapasalamat sa taong pumatay sa kaniyang mga magulang nang hayaan siya nitong mabuhay. Dahil para sa kaniya ay mas nakakabuting namatay nalang din siya. Ngunit paano kung ang mismong anak ng halimaw na iyon ang maging dahilan ng muling pagtibok ng kaniyang puso? At paano kung matuklasan niyang si Evan ay bahagi pala ng isang nakaraan na matagal nang binura ng kaniyang alaala? Handa ba siyang ipaglaban ang pag-ibig sa isang Frigid Mafia Prince, o pipiliin niyang kalimutan ito kapalit ng hustisya at galit na matagal na niyang pinanghahawakan?

In the coastal quiet of Baler, a studio is born—not of architecture, but of intention.* Founded by Yam, a poet whose words cradle pain gently, and Franc, an artist who paints tenderness into walls, the studio becomes a refuge for those learning to stay—with grief, love, longing, and themselves. As visitors arrive, they leave behind more than footprints: a sigh recorded in bamboo, a poem tucked into the “Found Letters” shelf, a mural painted in crooked lines. Through zines, tea, silence, and sketchbooks, the studio teaches softness as revolution. Ren creates the *Window of Soft Returns*, an installation of anonymous voice recordings—each whisper forming a community of echoes. Drew builds the *Staircase With No Wrong Turns*, inviting people to walk through emotions without shame. Franc offers brushstrokes as brave work, and Yam curates writing circles that map healing in half sentences. Together, they host festivals that feel like hugs, and they begin traveling their archive, letting softness cross oceans. Even those who once left—like Miguel—return, discovering that some doors never truly close. Others, like Tala, capture the studio’s sound and turn it into a podcast of breath and becoming. Over seventy chapters, the studio transforms into something larger than itself: a mural of memory, a sanctuary for second chances, a place where return is sacred and voice is proof of survival. In the final bloom, the studio stands not as a monument—but as a reminder: > *“Staying isn’t easy. > But chosen together, > it becomes home.”*

What happens when someone stranger saves you from the goons but he makes love to you the same night? And what happens when you commit a "mistake" with a stranger.. being already engaged?Caroline is getting married to Harry that her parents choose for her. One fine day, She met Austin during her best friend’s wedding in New york. From that day her entire life took a U-turn. Accidently due to certain circumstances she ends up spending the night with Austin who saved her from a few men who tried to rape he.r. What will be the consequences of that one mistake?