The Smiths There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

“Please sweetheart, I’m sorry for how I treated you, you know this has always been my dream job. I can’t lose it please, I’ll do anything you want please sweetheart”, came Cooper’s disgusting voice. The audacity of this man, he even had the guts to call me sweetheart, the name he had stopped calling me during our marriage. “Don’t you ever call me again in your pathetic little life and from now on, refrain from calling me inappropriate names, I am your boss’s wife. The next time you disturb my peace or call me inappropriately, you’ll be hauled off to jail”, I replied coldly and hung up. After Mila catches her husband, Cooper having sex with his “shortcut to a better life” in their matrimonial bed, he divorces her then throws her out in the middle of the night. Mila is shocked to discover Cooper also cleared their joint account leaving her penniless. Mila thought her life was over but she is swept off her feet by Ryan Anderson, the richest billionaire in New York, one who happens to be Cooper’s boss and maybe something more. Now Mila can make those that hurt her pay. Mila is finally happy but like they say good things don’t last forever. Will she be able to save herself and her family when danger starts lurking? Will she finally get her happy ever after?

She was the price of a debt. He was the punishment she never saw coming. When Piper’s family business crumbles under the weight of betrayal, her father strikes a deal with billionaire Rowan Archer—one that comes with a chilling price: Piper’s hand in marriage. Rowan doesn’t believe in love. And Piper has no intention of playing the obedient bride. In a mansion that feels more like a prison and a marriage built on control, Piper must either fight the man who owns her freedom or risk falling for the one she swore to hate. The contract was only the beginning. What’s brewing between them could burn them both.

"He was born into power, but all he ever wanted was love." Evan Chraystler Al Monleon, son of the most feared Mafia king, was raised in a world soaked in blood and shadows. From a young age, he knew the language of violence and command, but not the warmth of a mother’s love. As a surrogate child, he could have anything he wanted, except the one thing he longed for most: his mother’s acceptance. "Mom, I'm still your child. I came from you; why can't you accept me as your own?" His cries for love were buried beneath the weight of silence and rejection. Then came Andrea Maureen Salvegas, a former heiress turned servant, forced to pay her family’s debts with a lifetime of submission to the Al Monleons. She never expected to be caught in the web of danger and longing that surrounded Evan. And she certainly didn’t expect to tame the most feared among the Mafia King’s sons. But love doesn't always bloom in safe places. Sometimes, it grows in the darkest corners... where even the coldest hearts can learn to feel.

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.”*

Breadwinner Eliza has a hidden secret in her family. She doesn't want her to know his secret so she does everything to keep it. From childhood, she impressed them and did not want to disappoint them. Until she looked for a fake boyfriend to introduce to her family. On the other hand, Myco didn't think that the woman he didn't even knew introduced him as his boyfriend. They agreed that the man would pretend and Myco did nothing but obey because he needed a large amount of money for his sick brother.

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?

Father Khatri is a man of God, truly and wholly, he's given his life to loving God and spreading his word until Matthew McPherson walks through the crumbling doors of his old church. Beautiful and achingly pure, Matthew is a temptation Khatri can't banish, no matter how many prayers he chokes out, or how tightly he grips his crucifix. When the boy's family summons him for an exorcism, Khatri goes, armed with holy water and a weak resolve, only to find such temptation even the strongest of minds couldn't resist. What starts as an exorcism unravels into a collision of guilt and lust, as the priest vows crumble in the face of a sin too delicious to resist. In a town that fears the devil, the true possession is the one tying their souls together....and it's a bond no rite can break.

He's an ex military billionaire. She's a happy-go-lucky brat. With just one glance, she fell for those cold eyes and mysterious personality. For better understanding about the story, I suggest you read Making Deals with the Billionaire first. But if you don't want to, it's fine since the events are explained as the story goes on. Completed: September 1, 2018 All Rights Reserved ©? 2018 This story is not proofread and edited, may contain wrong spellings or grammar. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

"Asawa niya ako, pero hindi kailanman minahal." Sa loob ng isang taon, tiniis ni Anessa ang malamig na pagtrato ni Bart Divinagracia—ang CEO na asawa niyang itinuring siyang wala. Isang kasal na itinali ng obligasyon, hindi ng pag-ibig. Isang pusong tahimik na nasasaktan, umaasang mamahalin din siya balang araw. Pero hanggang kailan siya maghihintay? Nang siya’y tuluyang iwan, doon lang napagtanto ni Bart ang halaga ng babaing dati’y hindi niya pinansin. Ngayon, handa siyang bawiin ang pusong sinayang niya—pero may babalikan pa ba kaya siya? O huli na ang lahat?

I used to live my life believing that there was something corrupted within me. I had never felt comfortable walking in the searing, bright daylight. It felt as if I didn't belong there. Is that why I felt this sudden attraction to a man who seemed to be the embodiment of darkness? Ashtar Malachious resembled the sum of my sexual fantasies. The shades surrounding him were like a captivating essence. Others called him the predator, the fallen, or the death. I knew that, but my eyes saw him differently. He saved my life in more than a literal way. He seduced me, slowly enticing all my senses. He showed me what a touch could feel like. He let me taste the pleasure I had never thought existed. The one thing he wanted from me was my blood. I knew that if I gave it to him, it would be along with my body, heart, and soul. His irresistible aura blinded me to the dangers that surrounded me. Like a moth to the flame, I stepped closer until the hellfire licked my flesh. Then the wicked flames revealed the cruelest truth—this love kills. In the end, one of us will die.