Tower Of God Enryu

Jey Azenaiah is an average girl. She knows that being a beautiful girl is far from the description of her face. Pero pagdating naman sa patalinuhan ay nangunguna siya. She is brave and she never let someone drag her down. She always do what is right and do what she wants. Ngunit sa panibagong eskwelahan na papasukan niya malaking pagbabago sa buhay ang makakaharap niya. One glance at Darius Flint Hicayo, she knows that her heart is crazily like someone. Mabilis siyang nahulog at nadala sa tibok ng kanyang puso. But in life, there are circumstances that even yourself can't control and for Jey Azenaiah it was Jax Atticus Grayse. In the play of flames three hearts will be the player but only one will be the winner. Would destiny help Azen to determine her own flames? Or would she rather let herself find what her heart admires?

Warning - This story contains dark content (This story is based on pure fiction and imagination. In no condition this is meant to hurt anyone's political or religious views. This is just for the entertainment purpose.) The story belongs to... Damon Delgado who is a mafia lord who is as feared as death, he never hurts women though, but what happens suddenly is that he forces a widow woman to marry him. Was he in love? No! He was in hate and the marriage is Punishment for her. What did the poor woman do to him to deserve that? Mira Thakur, the hot headed and short tempered girl. How is she going to handle the torture of her mafia husband? When the two different worlds collide, the darkness blazes. If Damon is ice then Mira is a fire!

"I'm sorry for what I'm about to tell you. I just don't want you to have any misconceptions about this marriage." "What do you mean?" "I don't like beating about the bush, so I will go straight to the point. I don't like you and don't want to get married to you. I had to consent because my mother requested this from me, and I just couldn't say no to her." "What are you now trying to say?" "You shouldn't have any expectations from me or from this marriage."

Yvette Warren, personal secretary to billionaire Orson Cox, announced that the heiress who was accidentally switched at birth 20 years ago was living in this orphanage. Whoever could prove their identity would inherit a billion-dollar fortune. In my first life, the two-faced Laurel Marsh tricked me into giving her my keepsake to claim the family. The Coxes tore her mouth apart. "Fraud!" In my second life, my frenemy, Rebecca Vargas, tattooed a fake birthmark on herself to claim the family. The Coxes had her skin slashed to shreds. "Still a fraud!" In my third life, my sworn enemy, Vita Davidson, took out online loans to get plastic surgery, reshaping her face to resemble Orson's wife. She tried to claim the family and was thrown straight into a mastiff cage by the Coxes. By my fourth life, no one dared steal my identity anymore. They packed me up overnight and delivered me straight to the Cox residence. When the DNA test confirmed I really was the heiress, everyone thought the nightmare was finally over. But on my very first night back, the Coxes shoved me off a high-rise building. "Anyone who dares steal our real daughter's identity deserves to die!" When I opened my eyes again, Yvette was smiling as she asked who the heiress was. Everyone backed away in terror, insisting they weren't the heiress. Yvette's voice turned low and eerie. "But our investigation shows that the heiress is definitely in this orphanage."

Ten years ago, Seraphine was cast out in disgrace when her father was condemned for murdering the Alpha’s son. Now she’s back—stronger, deadlier, and hungry for the truth that destroyed her childhood. But the boy who once shared her secrets is now the ruthless Alpha who refuses to let her leave. Zephyr is convinced she’s returned for blood, and he’ll keep her caged before he lets her tear apart everything he’s built. What he doesn’t expect is the mate bond that ignites between them like wildfire. What she doesn’t expect is how much she still wants the man who never fought for her. Trapped together in a deadly game of dominance and desire, neither realizes that the real killer walks among them—watching, waiting, and willing to destroy them both to keep the past buried. Some betrayals cut deeper than claws. Some truths are worth dying for. And some mates are worth forgiving.

Victor and I were nothing more than a pair of sworn enemies married inside the camp. He hated me for handing over my frail sister to the research institute, all so they could extract the antiviral serum from her blood. And I hated him for never seeing anyone but her, even in the apocalypse, when she could barely lift a metal rod. For the ten years of the apocalypse, the words we said to each other most often were, "Die a miserable death." … However, when the zombie horde finally broke through the last line of defense, he chained me to the modified mech truck and went out alone to face it. "Live…" I watched as the tide of corpses swallowed him whole, the crack of breaking bones mixing with the sound of flesh being torn apart. On the edge of death, he pulled out my sister's faded photo and placed it over the one clean spot on his chest. "This life is yours. But if there's a next one, don't go near her again." … That night, when I returned, I blew up the camp. When I opened my eyes again, I went to the zombie king. His razor-sharp claws closed around my throat, and I smiled as I took hold of his hand. "Let's make a deal. Give humans five more years, and I'll willingly be your queen." Last time, he gave his life to save me. This time, I'll be the monster—so they can all get what they want.

Angelo Marcus the prince of a warewolf pack become rebellious and decides to make a human girl as his mate instead of a warewolf. That leads to war between the two respected parks.

In a world plagued by darkness and despair, Maria, a young woman striving to survive, finds herself trapped in a web of cruelty and exploitation. Sold to the ruthless Alpha King as a breeder, Maria endures unspeakable horrors, longing for escape and a brighter future. Amidst the chaos, Maria discovers her true identity as the Silver Wolf, a legendary being sought after by a coven of dark witches eager to eliminate the werewolf clan. As the prophecy unfolds, Maria must confront her destiny, allies become enemies, and the lines between love and betrayal blur. In this enthralling tale of love, strength, and survival, can Maria harness her true power and overcome the darkness that threatens to consume her? Will she find redemption, forge alliances, and finally reclaim her happiness? The answer lies in the heart-pounding battles, heartbreaking betrayals, and unexpected alliances that await her on her path to freedom and love.

Si Veronica Smith, isang dalagang matalino at mabait mula sa probinsiya, ay nagpunyagi upang maiahon ang kanyang pamilya. Ngunit ang isang aksidente ay magbabago ng lahat, matapos tulungan ang matandang si Venus, inialok siya ng kasal kay Jarred Heart, isang matagumpay at napakasupladong CEO, at guwapong apo ni Venus. Wala sa plano ni Veronica ang magpakasal sa isang estranghero, ngunit sa halagang isang milyong piso para sa operasyon ng kanyang ama, pinirmahan niya ang kontrata—bawal mainlove, bawal makakaalam ang kanilang kasal, at bawal makialam sa buhay ng bawat isa. Ngunit sa kabila ng lahat, lihim na nahulog ang loob ni Veronica kay Jarred, habang para kay Jarred, ang kanilang relasyon ay isang simpleng kontrata lamang. Habang papalapit na ang araw ng annulment, nagsisimulang magbago ang lahat—may bagong manliligaw si Veronica, si Kenny Bill, isang katrabaho na may tapat na pag-ibig para sa kanya. At doon, nagising ang puso ni Jarred na mahal na pala niya si Veronica. Pero para kay Veronica, nagsimula nang mag-give up, natatakot na madurog ang kanyang puso. Maagaw pa ba ni Jarred si Veronica mula kay Kenny, o tuluyan na bang magkakahiwalay ang kanilang mga landas? Ang isang kasal na nag-umpisa bilang isang kontrata, magtutuloy kaya sa isang tunay na pagmamahalan?

When I was seven, my father brought home a beautiful lady who gave me a mango. That day, my mother watched me happily eating the mango while she signed her name on the divorce papers. After that, she jumped off the roof of our building. From then on, mangoes became the nightmare of my life. So on my wedding day, I told my husband, Alan Holt, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." Alan pulled me into his arms, quiet. From then on, mangoes became off-limits for him, too. On Christmas Eve of our fifth year of marriage, Alan's childhood sweetheart, Larissa Fennimore, left a mango on his desk at the office. The very same day, Alan announced he was cutting ties with Larissa and fired her from the company. That day, I truly believed he was the man I was meant to be with. Half a year later, I flew back from overseas, having just closed a partnership deal worth about 200 million dollars. At the celebration dinner, Alan handed me a drink. After I had finished half the glass, his so-called childhood sweetheart, the woman who had been kicked out of the company, stood behind me with a big grin and asked, "Does the mango juice taste good?" I stared at Alan in disbelief, and he was trying hard not to laugh. "Don't be mad. Larissa insisted I played a little joke on you. I didn't actually give you a mango; I just gave you a bottle of mango juice. But I think she's right. The fact that you don't eat mangoes is a real problem. You were really enjoying that juice just now." My face went cold. I lifted my hand and threw the rest of the mango juice in his face, then turned around and walked away. Some things are never a joke. I wouldn't kid around with mangoes or divorce.