The Unsettling Truth Case

“Just who is the woman behind that mask?” It’s no lie that Evangeline Laendler is one of the best con artists around. The trail of devastated moneybags who are both heartbroken and near bankruptcy because of her is enough proof. It’s all owed to her impeccable skills of switching through disguises and emanating the characteristics that her targets want to see. But this was not the life she and her dear brother had wanted for Evangeline. So when a high-priced opportunity to retire early suddenly comes, Evangeline accepts it. It was easy anyway. Seduce the billionaire heir, sway him to do terrible things so he doesn’t inherit the company, break his heart, then leave. Easy. It’s not like there was more to this guy’s story, right? What was unknown to her was just how messy and tangled this new job was, revealing secrets that even she never knew about her life. In any case, she will keep fighting to keep the facade on. Although this time, someone might just be able to unveil the real Evangeline hiding underneath.

Mom is diagnosed with a benign fibroid during her check-up, but somehow, she ends up getting her entire uterus removed, leading to her getting an infection and dying from it. With the surgical records in hand, I decide to sue the doctor for malpractice. But my wife, Anastasia Ziegler, who's also the director of the hospital, personally steps in to vouch for him. Enraged, I question her why. However, Anastasia just shoves me away coldly. "Your mom was already that old. What use did she have for her uterus? Louis' future is more important! Anyway, I'll waive the hospital bills. You'd better take down the court case, though. Don't embarrass me any further in the hospital." As I gaze at Mom's cold corpse, I can't help but chuckle. It turns out that Anastasia has no idea that her beloved side piece has killed off her actual mom, who had stayed widowed for many years.

In a mysterious kingdom protected by a powerful generational being called a Protector, crown Prince Xavier and first male child of the King is born with a very rare case of having a female protector Shamma, who is his ticket to the throne and sign that he is the chosen next king after his father but it is never a smooth sail to get to the throne as he is illegitimate and born from the womb of a concubine. Queen Aurora, the only wife to the king and a venomous python in human form bears a son, Nathan who is only a few months younger than Xavier, and is determined to have him take over from his father as king. Blood will be shed and a lot of lives will be lost in this quest to determining who rules next between the two brothers, but what they all do not realize is that there is a bigger and more powerful being lurking in the shadows all ready to strike not only the royals, but all Luyotans. A tale of of royalty, loyalty, friendship, death, tears, insuperable childhood sweethearts, unforeseen revelations, and above all, an emotional love triangle.

After my boyfriend, Jonathan Jenson, gets laid off from his work, I let him stay at my home out of the kindness of my heart. But he thinks he's the actual owner of my home now. Not only does he spend my money, but he also moves his family into my residence. The entire Jenson family spends my money nilly-willy, and yet they have the nerve to demand that I scrimp up every penny when it comes to my own needs and wants. Jonathan's mother even has the gall to slap me on the spot just because I bought myself a milkshake. "This is my son's money! What makes you think you have the right to spend it all?" I retaliate by freezing their bank cards and throwing their luggage out of my home. "What's with the ego, huh? You're leeching off me, yet you have the guts to trample all over me like that? In that case, get the hell out of my sight!"

Tennyson had the ability to think like a killer at iyon ang naging daan upang makilala niya si Alvin Montemayor; a Special Agent and NBI’s most prized profiler. He’d asked for her assistance to a case na hawak nito and because of the attraction she felt for him ay hindi niya natanggihan ang binata. Tennyson allowed Alvin to experiment, allowed him into her life, into her heart, and even into her bed. But Tennyson’s betrayal at ang madilim na katotohanang nadiskubre ni Alvin sa dalaga ang naging dahilan upang agad siyang takasan nito. Now, another small town is being terrorized by an anonymous murderer and Tennyson needs to race against time upang patunayan kay Alvin na wala siyang connection sa mga pagpatay na nangyayari sa lugar na pinagtataguan niya—even if it means they have to trust each other again… and even if it meant their lives will be once again put in the line.

Some families run from their past. The Hawkins siblings hunt it down. Katherine Hawkins never asked to grow up in a world where demons were real and survival meant learning how to fight them. Alongside her brothers—William and Alex—she’s spent years tracking the things that live in the dark. But when an old exorcism tape surfaces and names from a forgotten case start resurfacing—Malcolm Smith, Matthew Conner, Gabriel Spender—their past begins catching up with them fast. Secrets their father kept buried are beginning to unravel. And the deeper they dig, the clearer it becomes: the monsters they’re chasing now are connected to something older, something unfinished… something personal. Now, with danger closing in and trust wearing thin, the Hawkins siblings must head straight into the heart of a mystery that could shatter everything they thought they knew—about their family, their history, and the war they were born into. Because sometimes, the real fight doesn’t start until after the ghosts come back.

“But…” I choked out, pain spiking through my chest. “Please Kael, you can’t—” “You’d be surprised at the things I can and would do to you if you don’t fuck off right now.” His breath was suddenly in my face. “you know what? I Kael Thorne, future Alpha of the hallow pack, reject you.” Next thing I knew, I was knocked on my ass in front of his study and the door slammed hard in my face. Axl was as impressionable as it gets with an ego the size of an ice boulder on future Alpha Prince Kael. In her head, once she grows older, she will marry the prince of her Kingdom who would love her as much as she'd loved him since she was a child... Basically a typical case of delulu. But what she didn't expect was carrying a child for the Prince who was disgusted by her. Would she run away with the baby or fight for her space in his heart?

Being a teenager dealing with struggles bigger than you is not easy, especially in the case of Temiloluwa. Always irritated disturbed by the GIANT head boy of her school, Temi intended to stay away from him. But what happens when the so called head boy, wont leave her alone even for a second. Timilehin had always been cute for how long she could remember, but that was all, as she never allowed herself to dwell on him or anyone so as not to allow her darkness consume them. But what happens when it seemed like this cute, tall, handsome headboy seemed to have taken voice lessons? What happens when he starts opening the door in which she had closed to everyone? What happens when his voice alone raises unwanted goosebumps? What happens when innocent brushes of his hands on her thighs brings out the heat she didn’t know she had in her?Would she still be able to keep him away or would she be the one to chase?

TRIGGER WARNING!!! YOUR MORALS WILL NOT SURVIVE THIS BOOK!!! This story contains themes of obsession, possessiveness, stalking, emotional manip-ulation, and psychological control. It is unapologetically intense and unsettling in all the right (and wrong) ways. Be guided. *** Eight years ago, Shannon watched her stepbrother get handcuffed and taken to jail for a crime she committed. He took the fall for it without hesitation. Not because he was noble. God, no. But because obsession looks a lot like love when you're seventeen and scared. After that night, she never went to visit him in prison, nor did she reply to any of his letters. She buried him with the past and went on to live a peaceful life without him. But the past never forgets. Eight years later, when she was living a simple, peaceful life, had a decent job and a husband who loved her deeply, Shannon's past came knocking at her door. Strange things start happening... Doors left open. Favorite things mysteriously re-placed. Eyes she can't see but feels always watching her. Everyone says she's paranoid. Everyone says He is still in jail. No one believes her when she says she had a STALKER. Her judgment is already upon her because, now, HE is out of prison. And the first place he goes is her doorstep, because he says she owes him her life. And he's come to collect what's his. How far can Shannon run from a man who never stopped loving her in the most ter-rifying way? A man who'd kill anyone, even her husband, just to make her his? HIS NAME IS KENAI... The Stalker You Never Want To Have. *** If you enjoy slow-burn stalker dynamics and morally gray characters, this one's for you.

I was the side character, the one destined to be neglected, forgotten, and never chosen. In the novel’s story, I was merely a background existence—the woman fated to marry the male lead, yet never once receive his love. The wife who shared his name but never his attention. Salvatore Mancini. The perfect male lead. Cold, powerful, and admired by everyone. Except me. Because in this story, his heart already belonged to someone else. When I first realized I had transmigrated into this novel, I thought I could change my fate. I tried to avoid the original scenes, tried to step away from the plot. But every time I tried to change something…I returned to the same place. The same moment, the same outcome. As if the unseen author of this story was reminding me again and again: You are only a puppet, and puppets don’t decide their roles. So I stopped resisting. If the story wanted me to be the neglected wife, then I would simply live quietly and let the plot run its course. That was my plan. Until one night, when I finally looked at the man and said casually— “Tell me something, Mr. Mancini. Aren’t you supposed to be my husband?” His cold eyes narrowed slightly, but I simply leaned back and smiled. “Then fulfill your role properly. Let’s see… what kind of man the great Salvatore Mancini is.” For the first time since our marriage he actually looked at me, not through me. At me. I didn’t know what changed after that, but from that night onward. Even when he looked at me with clear irritation. Salvatore Mancini began appearing around me more and more. Which left me with a very unsettling thought. The plot…It didn’t change, right?