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Being a teenager who has all she wants except the love and caring she craves for, all that Freezia Zarie Harrison ever wanted to do was to live a normal and simple life. A small family of her own, a loving husband and to become a successful fashion designer but all her dreams goes crushing down with a single agreement which compels her life to make an opposite turn. Nonetheless,Zarie goes with the flow of fate, realizing the puzzle of fate does not always fix itself in the manner we expect it to, because sometimes our destinies are more complex than we actually think. - Join me on this journey as we dive into the life of the lone teenager.

One night was enough to change everything, to destroy everything. He took away my family, everything I love and for some reason he left me alive, why? It's so painful to live after... "One fateful night, Anaís' family was brutally murdered, shattering her world and leaving her with no memory of the events. Consumed by guilt for not remembering and the weight of being the sole survivor, Anas was admitted to Ashwood Psychiatric Hospital with a diagnosis of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). There, she met three mysterious boys who seemed to have her best interests at heart. However, as she got to know them, Anaís began to suspect that one of them might be the very person responsible for her family's tragic fate. Despite their different motives, they shared a common goal: to protect Anaís. But as she unraveled her feelings and suspicions, Anaís realized that the journey to uncover the truth was only just beginning.

Angel lived by her name, well behaved, considerate and caring. She was swept away in a College romance until her world came crashing down around her. Can she find love again or is she doomed to be alone watching others rise while she stays still

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.

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.

Ilang taon na ang nakakalipas simula nang makamit ni Cadmus Hunt ang pangarap na hustisya para sa pagkamatay ng mga magulang niya maliban sa isa. At, iyon ay ang babaeng nakilala niya isang gabi sa bar na kanyang pag-aari. Si Calla Spear. Cadmus has been longing for the woman whom he met accidentally years ago and he's willing to do anything just to have Calla. His obsession turned to love. Ngunit paano kung malaman niyang anak si Calla ng nilalang na naging dahilan ng kamatayan ng mga magulang niya? At, ang nilalang na nasawi sa mismong mga kamay niya. Will it be too late for Cadmus to ask for forgiveness from the woman he loved so much? And, will still there be love between them despite the inevitable truth, added with painful lies?

AVA has always been an outcast in her pack, the RESHOOT PACK. After she was birthed out of a scandal, she was seen as a lowly taboo and she was considered a rogue by the pack members and looked down upon all her life. She was made fun of by the pups and adults in the pack and is practically a slave to the pack. But what happens when she turns out to be the mate of the Alpha of a neighbouring pack? An Alpha that many girls wanted. But she faces a villain, the Alpha's wife who would do anything to hurt and kill her. How would it unfold? FIND OUT!

Since childhood, Erish is the one Angela loved dearly and her dream came true when he proposed to her on their last day of graduation. A few years later, the wedding finally took place and she became his wife. By marrying him, she felt like she had achieved everything. Her love story is just like a dream. Now she needs nothing from her god. However, soon she realized everything was her illusion… The man she's married to is not the same one whom she fell in love with. He is not Erish but his identical twin brother Eric. He is the one who married her. And this realization hit her hard. Her world was destroyed and she felt betrayed by her own second family. Now, what would she do? Will she leave him or forgive him? Can she fall in love with her husband after knowing his identity? What would be her response when she came to know Eric always loved her? Even before she knew what true love is!

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.

"I, Torey Black, Alpha of the Black Moon reject you." His rejection hit me instantly. I couldn't breathe, unable to catch my breath as my chest heaved up and down, my stomach churning, unable to hold myself together as I watched his car speed down the driveway and away from me. I couldn't even comfort my wolf, she immediately retreated to the back of my mind, prohibiting me from speaking to her. I felt my lips wobble, my face scrunching up as I attempted to hold myself together but failing miserably. Weeks had passed since I last saw Torey my heart seeming to break a little bit more as the days went by. But lately, I found that I was pregnant. Werewolves pregnancies were much shorter than a human's. With Torey being an Alpha, it cut the time down to four months, whereas a Beta would be five, Third in Command would be six and a regular wolf would be between seven and eight. As suggested, I headed to bed, my mind full of questions and wonders. Tomorrow was going to be intense, there were a lot of decisions to be made. *Only for ages 18 and older.*---Two teenagers, a party and the unmistakable mate.