The House At The End Of Time

Executive Secretary si Jonie ng isa sa pinakamayamang negosyante sa bansa na si Kenneth Enriquez. Di tulad ng ibang mga babae na nagkakandarapa sa Boss nya, sya lang ang natatanging walang interest dito. Ayaw nyang maging laruan ng amo nya, may plano pa cya sa buhay lalo na't nag-iisa nyang tinataguyod ang Mama nyang may Cancer. Sa di inaasahang pagkakataon ay nalaman nito na nangangailangan cya ng malaking halaga para sa pagpapagamot ng Mama nya. Inalok cya nito ng sampung milyon kapalit ang pagkababae nya at manirahan kasama ito sa iisang bubong sa loob ng tatlong bwan. Nung una ay ayaw nyang pumayag pero wala cyang magagawa. Hindi nya makakain ang prinsipyo nya at buhay ng Mama nya ang nakataya dito. Hanggang sa isang gabi ay nasampal cya nito dahil sa selos.... "Siguro ibabalik ko nalang ang pera mo Sir.. Hindi ko po kasi kayang makipag mabutihan sa lalaking nananakit ng babae. Bahala na po kung saan ako kukuha ng pang opera ng Mama ko pero ayaw ko din isaalang-alang ang buhay ko.." "Babe please!... I'm not as bad as you think. Hindi ko din alam kung bakit ko nagawa sayo yun...first time nangyari sa akin to, hindi ko na kilala ang sarili ko..." "Nakapag desisyon na po ako Sir.. aalis nalang po ako dito sa condo nyo." "Please stay... Hindi ko kukunin ang pera sayo.... sayo na yun.. para sa Mama mo, pero hindi na kita aangkinin, walang mangyayari sa atin sa loob ng tatlong buwan...wag ka lang umalis dito..." Gusto nyang pumayag...bentahe lahat sa kanya ang kondisyon ng boss nya pero ang hindi nya sigurado ay kung kakayanin nya ang pang-aakit nito sa kanya kahit pa sabihing walang mangyayari sa kanila. Masyadong matagal ang tatlong buwan para matiis nya ang karisma ng isang Kenneth Enriquez.

When I was 4, I met this guy. When I was 12, were together 8 years When I was 14, I foolishly discovered that I had loved him for a long time. When I was 17, we were a couple. When I was 18, we were a long way apart. I hope it's still you in the next life. Again, when I am 18, I finally met you. In my life, I admit I will lose to your hands.

In the third year of our marriage, my wife’s ex-boyfriend of eight years suddenly posted a picture on social media showing off a multi-million-dollar wedding house. His caption read: “Wow, got myself a huge villa, I’m the master of charming women!” I stared in shock at the picture, which showed my wife swiping her card at a sales office, and left a single comment: "?" A second later, my wife called to scold me. “I was just fulfilling a promise I made to him back when we were dating, buying him a house. Why are you getting mad at him?” “What? Are you really going to be so vicious as to force me to break my word?” That evening, her ex showed off another lavish post, this time flaunting a renovation bill worth hundreds of thousands. I knew it was a gift from my wife to please him. But by then, I no longer cared.

I'm the heiress of an affluent family. The housekeeper's daughter secretly wears my gown prepared for my birthday party, and I'm about to teach her a lesson. Suddenly, I see real-time comments. "This female antagonist is just jealous that the female protagonist looks better in the gown than she does!" "It's fine. The male protagonists are going to show up soon!" "Let's hang on for a bit more. I'd like to see this antagonist continue being so snobby once her family goes bankrupt!" In the next second, my brother and fiancé show up. They shield the housekeeper's daughter in their arms. Sneering, I commanded the staff, "Strip all three of them."

When my son was born, I noticed a small, round birthmark on his arm. But the weird thing? By the time I opened my eyes again after giving birth, it was gone. I figured maybe I'd imagined it. That is, until the baby shower. My brother-in-law's son, born the same day as mine, had the exact same birthmark. Clear as day. That's when it hit me. I didn't say a word, though. Not then. I waited. Eighteen years later, at my son's college acceptance party, my brother-in-law stood up and dropped the truth bomb: the "amazing" kid I'd raised was theirs. I just smiled and invited him and his wife to take their "rightful" seats at the table.

This book is a must-read for teenagers. It brings out the emotional and physical countenances of most teenagers, in verisimilitude. Anderson Simpson and his friend, Harrison Edgeton, are in for an adventure that would blow your mind. They discovered things about themselves that they never knew or understood, when they went back through time, with the help of an old Time Machine of “The Time Gods"

I accompany my husband, Michael Yates, to a stationed assignment on a remote island. Out at sea, a sudden storm hits. The ship capsizes and begins to sink. As the commanding officer, my husband gives the last life vest to his so-called godsister, Naomi Hollister. I don't cry or scream. I just watch silently as he carefully fastens the straps around her body. In my past life, I had clutched my pregnant belly and begged him for help. After a brief hesitation, he finally put the vest on me. But Naomi was swept away by the waves, and her body later washed up on shore. Only half of it remained. Michael insisted it wasn't my fault. He also said that saving me was his duty, both morally and professionally. He even took leave to stay by my side before I gave birth. But when my water broke in the dead of night, he pushed me into the sea. His eyes were bloodshot and burning with hatred. "Leah, if it weren't for you, Mimi would still be alive! Did you really have to force me to give you the vest when you were just pregnant? Couldn't you have waited a little longer? Why do you get to live? Go down there and die with her!" I drown, and fish tear my body apart. I die without even a full corpse left behind. And then, I open my eyes. I'm back on the day of the storm.

My husband promises to go to my hometown with me for the New Year holidays this year after I go to his. But before the trip to my hometown is due, he suddenly tells me he doesn't want to go anymore. I argue with him about this, and he pummels me with a bat. Meanwhile, his family eggs him on, telling him to kill me. Intense pain shoots through me as the blows land. I try my best to fight back, but I can't win against the majority. As the sky darkens, everyone heads home for dinner after giving me a good beating. When I regain consciousness in a corner of the garden, I see sense.

Because I was a cheapskate, I rented a cheap apartment. The catch? Someone had died in it. The soundproofing of the house was bad, and I could hear my neighbor’s wife moaning every night. But my other neighbor told me that there was no one living in the apartment next to mine.

A small-time office worker—constantly being pushed around by others and abandoned by his wife—turned into the richest of the rich overnight.