This Isn't Going To End Well

My wife dies in an accident, leaving me and our son, who's just started kindergarten, behind. I barely make it through the funeral. However, when I get home, my in-laws come knocking with my wife's brother in tow. They want to take over my wife's fortune, including an old bungalow my parents left me for me in the city. I finally realize that my wife has changed me so much that her family has never seen me tearing people's throats out.

Zayn Ulrich and I have dated for seven years. However, when he's prosecuted and sent to prison, I leave him without hesitation. I turn to his best friend instead. Now, Zayn is out of prison. He rises from the ashes and uses every means possible to force me into marrying him. Everyone says he truly loves me, but no one knows the truth. Every night after our wedding, he brings different women into our bed, not even sparing my own sister. This is his punishment for my so-called betrayal. What he doesn't know is that I risked my life to clear his name—I willingly walked into a mafia hideout and traded one kidney and half my liver for the key evidence that saved him. Unfortunately, my time is running out.

All it took was one glance for billionaire Jackson to experience a burning love unlike anything he’d thought possible. The hunky fireman had no doubt the pretty bridesmaid was meant to be his, but Jackson had to wait eleven long months to claim Kate. Jackson kept close tabs on the young beauty, counting down the days until he could claim her. But when a natural disaster struck, and he was forced to miss her birthday, he returned more determined than ever.

Xincere Calliope Monroe was a Psychology student who has a captivating look that was greatly noticeable. She had a childhood neighbor named Zachary Flynn Williams, he was a well-known basketball player at the Psalms Eastern University. They used to go to the same school together since first grade. His undeniable looks were able to get any girl he wanted. He was secretly in love with her, but used to be so mean to her. Will they let anyone come between them, or will they finally accept and admit their feelings for each other to prove that after all, it's going to be the both of them?

After I, Rosalie Ricci, was stood up 17 times, the mafia don, Daniel Marino, finally holds the perfect engagement banquet for me. In our second year together, we are ready to get married. But every single time, he has an excuse to hold our engagement off. He says he's busy with work, the timing isn't right yet, or that he isn't quite ready. I never blame him because I love him. I have loved him since our school days. In fact, I have loved him for seven whole years. This is the 18th time. I stand in the banquet hall wearing the gown he personally chose for me and watch as he slips the ring onto my finger. He kisses me with a passionate intensity he has never shown me before. At that moment, I believe that I have finally secured my perfect happiness after waiting seven long years. My happiness only lasts until the guests leave. As I step into the back garden, I see Daniel holding my twin sister, Leah Ricci, in his arms. He says in a hushed voice, "I announced my engagement to Rosalie 18 times. This time, you're finally back." That's when I realize that the engagement banquet that I have longed for is nothing more than a ploy by Daniel to draw Leah back to him. But when I decided to let them be together, Daniel panics.

After failing a bomb disposal mission, my wife, who's also a bomb disposal expert, gives my shield to her true love. I grab her hand and plead with her not to do it, but she shoves me away. "You're so selfish! You have a system that can revive you—why do you even need the shield? Jeremy is already weak, to begin with. He can't handle any impact and needs two shields to keep him safe!" She doesn't know that the system has only given me two chances to be revived. I used the first chance when she begged me to save Jeremy Sawyer. During a mission last year, I used the second chance to save her from the brink of death. It looks like I'm going to die today.

When the lights came on at the end of the graduation party, the spotlight suddenly shifted and froze on a young couple kissing passionately at the back of the auditorium. The young man held up a bouquet of roses and shouted to the crowd, “Sophie, be my girlfriend!” The moment the girl covered her face and nodded, the cheers in the hall nearly lifted the roof. Amid the thunderous applause, my hand trembled around my phone. The screen still showed the message he had sent half an hour earlier. Rowan: [Wait for me. I’ll come to you right away.] After the party, I took off the couple’s bracelet from my wrist and threw it into the gutter, along with four years of love.

Lorsque le reflet d'un secret oublié émerge, le fils d'un amour façonné par le mensonge se retrouve face à un miroir troublant. La quête de vérité s'amorce, comme un chemin obscur à travers une forêt dense, où chaque pas pourrait révéler des vérités enfouies. Les échos du passé résonnent, et les masques commencent à se fissurer, menaçant d'exposer l'obscurité tapie au cœur de cette existence façonnée par l'illusion.

Grace Anderson is a striking young lady with a no-nonsense and inimical attitude. She barely smiles or laughs, the feeling of pure happiness has been rare to her. She has acquired so many scars and life has thought her a very valuable lesson about trust. Dean Ryan is a good looking young man with a sanguine personality. He always has a smile on his face and never fails to spread his cheerful spirit. On Grace's first day of college, the two meet in an unusual way when Dean almost runs her over with his car in front of an ice cream stand. Although the two are opposites, a friendship forms between them and as time passes by and they begin to learn a lot about each other, Grace finds herself indeed trusting him. Dean was in love with her. He loved everything about her. Every. Single. Flaw. He loved the way she always bit her lip. He loved the way his name rolled out of her mouth. He loved the way her hand fit in his like they were made for each other. He loved how much she loved ice cream. He loved how passionate she was about poetry. One could say he was obsessed. But love has to have a little bit of obsession to it, right? It wasn't all smiles and roses with both of them but the love they had for one another was reason enough to see past anything. But as every love story has a beginning, so it does an ending.

I am staring at the city lights while having a smoke. It’s been a while since the last time I stayed in this condo. “Mist,” the man called me and I just gave him a boring look. “I want—” “Us back again?” sarkastiko kong sabi, tumango siya kaya tumawa ako. “Sorry, but killing is now my passion, so kill that love of yours.” “Isn’t it love is your passion?” naiiyak na sabi niya. “People change, and I ended that passion.” Iniwan ko na siya sa veranda saka nagtungo sa kwarto nag-ayos ng damit isinuot ang agent suit. Again, I am ready to kill. “Love? What the heck is that, I won’t beg, even if he does, hindi na ako papasok sa mundong yon, that place is chaotic, it is poisonous, venomous that can make you feel ill and numb.” Zyra Mist Alejandro, too tired of loving. If come inside of my heart you can only see words saying ‘end of passion’ because love is a killing potion.