The First To Apologize Is The Bravest

มีแฟนแล้วยังไง? ในเมื่อมันทำเธอเสียใจ แล้วทำไมเขาต้องยอม! "เลิกกับมันสิ อยากได้อะไรจะยกให้ทุกอย่าง"

Richard, a 49 year old widower with two daughters. Richard had spent his life devoting his time to his girls and to his work. Ava, a 23 year old girl from a countryside with little or no knowledge on how to survive in Bellamy- city of bright lights and dreams and fortunes. These two crossing paths could only be coincidental as they lead different lives with a huge age gap between. But, maybe they were waiting for each other all their lives to fill the gaps. It would take a lot to be together. But how much can one take? An angry girlfriend. A selfish daughter. They'll find out that love is never enough!

I never thought the love I harbored for Jordan would be the exact thing meant to bring me down. Lora had always understood that her relationship with the strong Alpha of the Black Moon Pack was unshakeable. Designed to govern together, they were meant to be mates. But what she understood about love falls apart when Jordan's choices violate her confidence. Following a romantic night with Jordan, Lora is left perplexed and hurt by his enigmatic comments. She finds him with her sister Eva the next morning, and the truth of his treachery really hits home. Jordan left Lora to pick up the broken bits of her heart; his destined partner is her sister. Still, the suffering is not limited. Lora quickly finds she is pregnant with Jordan's kid while she works through her sorrow. Worse, he plans for her to be presented to Alpha Revan of the competing Stormfang Pack as a payment for peace. Driven into Revan's dark realm, Lora finds herself pulled to the perilous Alpha even as she battles the emotions he sparks inside her. When Revan, a guy years of yearning for his right mate, finds Lora pregnant with Jordan's kid, he is enraged. His wrath starts a fight between the two packs, and Lora takes front stage in a fatal struggle. Between the two Alphas and caught between her history with Jordan and her present with Revan, Lora must negotiate a world of treachery, power conLoraicts, and twisted wants. Lora has to muster the will to recover her destiny when her heart is shattered and her future is unknown. But will Lora's choice offer atonement as both packs rush into war, or will she be engulfed in the treachery that follows her every step?

Dana Clemente had lived a life akin to that of a princess, with everything a woman could desire. Despite her seemingly perfect life, she felt a sense of incompleteness and always yearned for the perfect prince charming. However, an unexpected incident would completely alter her perfect existence, gradually unraveling the mysteries of her past. In an effort to spare her family from embarrassment, she departed, but concealing the truth proved to be a daunting task. Four years later, their paths would intersect once again, with secrets continuing to unravel, consistently catching her off guard. How will she fight for a love that seems unattainable? What lengths must Cupid go to in order for them to find their own version of bliss? Will their love eventually find its rightful place, or will they end up inflicting pain upon each other? Can Dana discover the love she truly craves? What kind of challenges will Jay have to overcome in order to find happiness? Does the notion of happiness hold true for both of them or is it merely a distant concept that lingers on the edge of their consciousness? Discover the bittersweet twists and turns of the story in "Destined to be Mine." xoxo- The Fierce Lady

On my birthday, Connor Simpson's first love jumped off a building due to depression. She died on the spot. Connor blamed everything on me. I never celebrated my birthday again after she died. After the murderer electrocuted me for more than ten hours, they forced me to call Connor. "Connor, it's my 25th birthday today. Can you come over and spend time with me?" However, Connor did not notice anything unusual. His voice was laced with venomous iciness. "Clarisse Winter, Audrey wouldn't have died if it weren't for you. How dare you ask me to celebrate your birthday? If only you were the one who died." I heard him coaxing a woman on the other end just before he hung up on me. That low and gentle tone was what I loved to hear the most in the past. That night, the murderer cut my body into countless pieces, packed them in bags, and threw them in front of the police station. Connor was summoned back overnight. He spent two days and two nights piecing together the body parts, but he did not realize that the dead person was the wife that he hated the most.

On the day I discovered I was pregnant, my husband's first love—who also happened to be my half-sister—returned.

The train to Centraford was about to depart. That was the ride we'd spent our entire life savings—30 thousand bucks—to get a ticket for. I was gripping my mate, Byron Reynolds's, hand tightly, trying to pull him onto the last train to Centraford. This was the chance I'd waited three long years for. Once we entered Centraford, we could rise from being low-tier civilian werewolves to official Silvren Talons workers—registered, salaried, and numbered. If we missed this train, we'd be stuck forever in Sidersville, a chaotic melting pot, never able to enter the heart of the werewolf city-state. But Byron held us back, refusing to leave without Lisa Peters, who was still down by the river, washing her face. In the very last second before the train took off, I had our friends forcibly drag Byron aboard. We made it to Centraford and became Silvren Talons workers. But Lisa missed her chance. She was left behind in Sidersville and became a rogue, a plaything passed around by countless men. A few years later, she was tortured to death. Byron looked fine on the surface. But on the day of our marking ceremony, he drove a silver blade into my stomach, killing the pup growing inside me, and tore out my heart. His eyes burned red as he growled through clenched teeth, "This is all your fault. You're the reason Lisa never made it to Centraford. "She suffered so much before she died. Why do you get to be happy?" After killing me, he chopped my body up and fed it to the stray dogs. Then I opened my eyes—and found myself right back at the train station, before it departed. This time, I'd wait with him for the woman he loved so much. And I'd make him pay for everything he did to me and my pup.

They say "behind every successful man is a woman", right? Well, in Maxwell Jay Gallagher's opinion, that's total bullshit! His company, M.J Tech, is the most successful tech company in the whole United Kingdom and there isn't even a single female staff member! For reasons best known by him, he hated women with a passion and he knew without any iota of doubt that he wasn't gay. But why was he developing such strange, bizarre feelings towards his new assistant whom he nicknamed 'little man'? Why the electric sparks and undeniable attraction? Unbeknownst to him, his 'little man' is actually Angelina McQueen, a gorgeous young woman under the disguise of a man who was hired as an undercover espionage agent by his rival in order to steal his company's business ideas... What will happen when he eventually discovers that the personal assistant that had always been not just behind him but in front of him, beside him and everywhere around him, was actually a woman?! And that too, an espionage agent!

A car accident left Dawson Mercer blind. For their true heiress' happiness, the Turners forced forced their adopted daughter, Lorraine, to marry him in her sister's place. Rumored had it that she was unremarkable and illiterate. But three days in, she cured his blindness. Soon, she won his heart, built a renowned clinic, and became so sought-after that even her husband had to book an appointment just to see her...

Because I saved my husband during a car accident, I lost my eyesight. He wept, promising to treat me well for the rest of our lives to repay my sacrifice. I cooperated with the treatment wholeheartedly, hoping for a full recovery. But on the day I finally regained my sight, I stumbled upon something that shattered my world. In our marital home, his first love lay beneath him, her flushed face betraying the passion of the moment. Their bodies intertwined, and the air around them thick with stifled moans—a vivid tableau of infidelity. "She's just a blind woman. Why haven't you divorced her yet?" the woman murmured impatiently, her voice laced with disdain as she moved against him. My husband, immersed in pleasure, still mumbled an excuse. "My love, just a little longer. Soon, we'll be together openly…" I turned and left without a word, pretending I had seen nothing. As I walked away, I remembered the witch's sacrificial ritual in the misty forest—only a few days away. My husband's betrayal cut deep, carving wounds I couldn't ignore. I made up my mind to return to the forest, to embrace my identity as a witch once more, and to sever all ties with him. Yet, after I disappeared, word reached me that he was searching for me everywhere like a madman. Rumor had it he had completely lost his mind.