The Grieving Brain

The night before our wedding, Desmond Arlington got jumped out of nowhere. By the time I made it to the hospital, he stared at me like I was a total stranger. Doctor said it was memory loss—some brain rattle from the hit. Temporary, supposedly. So I went full nostalgia tour, dragging him back to all our spots, hoping something would click. Then one day at the hospital, I caught him running his mouth with his buddy. "Rhea's trying so hard. Doesn't that do anything for you?" "Do what? I'm over it. Same spots, same girl. The new ones are way more fun." "So why marry her? Just call it off and live your life." He snapped, "Shut up. I LOVE Rhea. I'd never bail on the wedding. I'm just... pushing it back a bit." I looked down at the test results—zero issues. Everything normal. And that's when it hit me: you can't help a faker.

"Tonight, is the coronation ceremony of the Alpha King's sons. Rather than presenting you as an option for their mate choice, your twin sister will be presented, instead.” My father spoke coldly to me. Every fiber of his being expressed hatred for me, and while I was a little used to being treated that way, it was painful that as the older twin sister, I was skipped for an opportunity like this. When the ceremony started, we all stood as a family, with my sister dressed really pretty, and waiting for the Alpha King's sons to meet us. But the moment I noticed them walking towards us, my heart skipped a beat and my whole body charged up with adrenaline as I realized one thing. They were my mates. Not just one, but triplets. Alyssa is an omega in the family and pack of betas, and was treated as a nobody by her father, sister and the pack, when her mother died. But as vibrant soul, she endured all she went through in their hands until she met her mates who were triplets. While she was happy to have finally met the ones whom she felt would show her love and care, little did she know that it was the beginning of worse misery in her life that led to her desiring revenge. As time goes on, she would find secrets that would break her soul. Would Alyssa torture every single person that made life worse for her or would allow love to ease her grieving heart?

Three months since my husband, Julian Moretti, disappeared. I walked into his favorite den, the grief so deep it stole the air from my lungs. I just wanted to breathe him in, to find any trace of him that was left. Then I heard it. A familiar laugh. And the soft moan of a woman. Through a crack in the door, I saw him. My husband, the man "missing" for three months, had his hand tangled in another woman's hair. "Baby, just a little longer," he said. "Soon as I siphon enough cash from the family's books, we're gone. You and me." In his arms was Bianca, from the Rosso family. "What about your wife?" she purred. "Let her play the grieving widow. She's nothing without me anyway." My fists clenched. The world went quiet, my blood turning to ice. The next day, I put the word out to the entire Family. "I'm holding a memorial mass for my husband." At the service, he stormed in, a ghost returned from the grave, roaring that he was alive and there to take back what was his. But I was standing next to his uncle, Dante Moretti, and all I did was stare him down. "Then explain," I said, my voice cutting through the silence. "Explain the woman. Explain the money. Explain your betrayal... to the Family. And to me."

Love is a complex being. Something that not all of the human race can fully grasp. Alyssa Aveya, a girl controlled by her sister. Made into something she never wanted to be just to let her voice be heard. Her home life isn't the best either, with her mother and father always yelling and screaming at one another and her mom being a user isn't helping the situation either. Come along on this journey of self worth and destruction. ︎︎︎ Sneak peek: "You said you loved me enough to see past the flaws!" She yells at him. His eyes bore burning holes into her tender skin. In a split moment she finds herself pinned to the wall, lips moving in sync with his. Pushing him away she says "You can't always do this when we need to talk." "But you love me doing this." He says touching me in places where polite society would think outrageous. Making my brain go hazy, making me succumb to his will.

Being faced with the death sentence that is brain tumor seemed a lot less frightening when compared to the knowledge that your cheating husband and his mistress were overjoyed that you'd be gone for good. She had rushed home with the good news of her health only to be met with a shocking discovery. To make matters worse, Drusilla was killed and buried to hide the truth and take over her wealth. Surprisingly, fate had a different game in store for her. Saved by an unknown man, her strike at revenge was imminent. Their first marriage was simply an assumption, stricken with shock and disassociated amnesia disorder, Drusilla assumed she was his wife. The second time, when she got her memories back, it was agreed – a marriage for both their benefits. The third time, however, Neon could no longer take it. "You're my wife, stop looking at your ex-husband," he scolded her. "That I am, but only on paper." Unable to hold back his feelings anymore, he proposed. “let's get married then, for real this time." Neon was more than willing to marry a woman without an identity, but was she?

She was cheated, she walk into that room and saw her boyfriend sleeping with her best friend. She felt betrayed by her best friend, and boyfriend or I must say"fiancé. They are planning on getting married on that year. But that incident happen that changes her life. He was accused to the things that he didn't do. He wake up in that room, in the voice of his brother. And beside him was his fiance's best friend and his brother girlfriend. He was so drunk that night that he didn't know what happen. He was kicked and punched by his brother because they thought he sleep with his brother's girlfriend and his fiance's best friend. And that incident changes his life. He lost his bride, He hired people to find her, but nothing . He always end up nothing. After 3 years he saw her again, new name and new identity. She doesn't remember him or anything in the past. Is it a good thing that he found her without any memories or a bad thing cause she cannot remember him. Is it true that even brain cannot remember, but heart does?

My breath caught as his lips claimed mine."I... I accept your terms,” I trembled as he caressed my cheek. My brain was in a mess and all could hear was his whisper."Liana, you're mine!"***As a 22-year old Alpha’s daughter, I was forced to accept an arranged marriage with an disgusting old man. To find a way out, I made a deal with a mysterious Alpha -- He would free me from my fate, and I would carry a child for him.What I didn't know, was that the handsome stranger I made a deal with was not a savior, but a devil!***“Liana, please let me explain.”“No,” I whispered as I closed my eyes against the pain and disappointment. I looked at my swollen belly, my heart broke for our unborn child.But, I just couldn’t stomach one more lie.“We had a deal,” he reminded me harshly. “You can’t just walk away now.”I smiled bitterly at him. "Yes, I can."A Deal with the Mysterious Alpha is created by A.B Elwin, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

“Valerian!” a cry came from outside and my feet rushed to the door, my body having recognised the voice before my brain could comprehend what was happening. I yanked the door open and almost broke down crying at the sight before me, “Queen Lyla!” Bethany gasped from behind me. I scooped her into my arms, my eyes searching for any unwanted presence before rushing her into the living room. “Valerian put me down, we don’t have much time!” she rushed out the command as she struggled to get down. Silently obeying, I put her down, taking note of how she looked and it wasn’t pretty. Her hair, that was always neatly made, looked like a bird’s nest; twigs and leaves hanging from the knots. Her long white sleeping robe dirty and bloody from her waist down, she looked a royal mess; with a bunch of blankets wrapped around her upper half. “My Queen, what happened?” Beth asked as she handed me my medicine bag.

He smelled like danger. He looked like power. He made Ari's instincts scream one thing—run. But it was already too late. Ari just wanted a normal college life. For a timid bunny hybrid who startles at loud sounds and avoids eye contact like it’s a sport, "normal" means flying under the radar, keeping his ears tucked under hoodies, and staying far away from alphas who smell like trouble. But trouble finds him anyway—in the form of Thorn, a tiger-panther hybrid with a stare sharp enough to slice, and an aura so intense it shuts Ari's brain off completely. Thorn doesn’t ask. He doesn’t beg. He claims. And from the moment he catches Ari’s scent, he decides one thing: Mine. Now Ari’s peaceful life is spiraling into something else. Something darker. Something hungrier. Thorn is everywhere—on campus, in his dreams, always one step away from baring his fangs. But there’s something worse than being hunted by a predator. Wanting one.

The Bachelor's Series #2 When Madison learned that her father got ambushed and their company is facing a lot of trouble, she decided to go home after her graduation. Hindi ito nagustuhan ng mga kapatid n'ya, at bilang parusa sa pagsuway sa nakakatandang kapatid ay binigyan siya nito ng personal bodyguard. Madison didn't like the idea. Pero anong magagawa n'ya, nakauwi na siya ng Pilipinas. All she ever wanted was to help her brothers to find people behind all the crimes that is happening in their company, lalo na ang pag kaka-ambushed ng ama. While looking for shreds of evidence and witnesses, Madison discovered that she's falling in love with her mysterious bodyguard, Ethan Carlos. Will the situation could be more helpful to both of them? Will Madison's presence in the company will be a key to discovering the truth? Who is Ethan for the Avieras? Will the old man can survive of coma? Who is the brain behind all the crimes? Disclaimer: This is not a true story. Names, characters, business, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.