Tragic

I was in the late stages of kidney failure, but my husband, Calvin Quayle, gave the kidney that was the best match for me to my younger sister, Louella Lassiter. The doctor urged me to wait for another donor, but I refused. I checked out of the hospital early. I had stopped caring long ago. What was even the point of fighting anymore? I transferred all the assets I'd accumulated over the years to Louella, finally pleasing Mom and Dad. I didn't even get mad when Calvin hovered over Louella like he was some kind of devoted nurse. Instead, I told him to take good care of her. And when my son, Nathan Quayle, said he wanted Louella to be his mom? I smiled and said yes. They got exactly what they wanted, so why were they suddenly regretting it now?

My fiancé’s first love and I fell down the stairs at the same time, and he chose to save her instead, leaving me to lie there in a pool of blood as I waited for an ambulance. On the brink of death, I begged him not to abandon me, and he only kicked my hand away, saying, “Elodie, can’t you show a little kindness? Don’t you see that Celeste is unconscious?! “…I’ll make sure you pay for this later!” ‘Later’, as he put it, didn’t come to pass. As he left with his first love in his arms, I died along with the baby inside my womb.

There is a medical dispute at the hospital. A patient's family member comes at us swinging a knife. Without hesitating, I push my husband, Maxwell Conner, out of the way. But then, he grabs my hand and pulls me in front of his beloved junior, Karina Burton. The knife plunges straight into my abdomen, killing the baby I had just conceived. As my horrified colleagues cry and rush me toward the ICU, Maxwell violently pulls me off the gurney. He barks, "Save Karina first! If anything happens to her, I'll fire every last one of you!" The doctors are stunned and furious. "Maxwell, have you lost your mind? Karina only suffered a minor injury. Your wife is the one in critical condition!" Clutching my bleeding abdomen, I nod slowly. "It's fine. Just forget it." Maxwell, I owe you nothing after this.

Moth and Flames is an unusual love story between Alex, an orphan and Eva, a 500-year-old vampire. When Alex is accepted into St. Normans' he sets off on his journey to fulfill his dream of becoming a scientist, full of hope and aspiration.He finds love and acceptance that he had craved all his life in his friend Aaron and his family who welcome him with open arms.He is very hopeful UNTILL Eva turns his world upside down. She drives him to the edge insulting him one moment and helping him in the next.Alex plunges himself into investigating Eva's background but nothing can prepare him for the discoveries he is about to make.Fiery Flames destined to burn,Burnt itself too in return,Hypnotized by the lure,Of selfless love, unconditional pure.Toiling and fighting for each other,Standing tall in frosty weather.They tread through the bloody seas,But destiny is hard to appease.Will one day by creator's magic?Bring a change in this destiny tragic!Love of Moth and Flames; ideologic,Is fulfilled defying all logic...

"What's this?" I asked, taking it from him. My curiosity was instantly aroused as I tore it open. But seconds later, I felt my blood running cold and my hands shivering. “I married you because of my mom,” He said flatly. “Now that she’s late, and the woman I truly love has come back, it’s time we part ways. I want a divorce.” After losing her baby in a tragic accident, Danielle is forced to end her toxic marriage with Jayden. She signs the divorce papers, ready to move on. Almost as if a veil left his eyes, Jayden returns for her when she least expected, but Fred her new business partner is unwilling to let her go. Torn between a painful past and a hopeful future, Danielle must decide which man truly deserves her heart.

One tragic night ruined her life… but one sinful night awakened something she should’ve never felt. *** Maya Ramirez is a top actress—admired by millions, envied by many, but shattered within. Sa araw ng kanyang bed scene shoot, nakatanggap siya ng balitang ikinawasak ng mundo niya: naaksidente ang ama niya at nang dumating siya sa ospital ay patay na ito. At ang mas masakit? Buntis ang kapatid niyang si Maica, at ang ama ng dinadala nito ay walang iba kung 'di ang boyfriend ni Maya. Dahil sa sakit, sa galit, sa pagkawasak—uminom siya ng alak hanggang mawalan ng kontrol. At sa isang gabi ng kahinaan, nakatulog siya sa bisig ng isang estranghero. Ngunit pagmulat niya… hindi pala ito estranghero. Ito ay si Atty. Luigi Salazar—ang kanyang tiyuhin. Dapat ay isang pagkakamali lang iyon. Dapat ay kalimutan na, pero hindi siya pinakawalan ni Luigi. Hindi siya tinalikuran. Sa halip, ang bawat gabi ay naging mas mapusok, mas makasalanan… at mas mahirap itigil. They tried to deny it. They tried to hide it. Until one revelation changed everything—they’re not blood-related. Pero sapat ba 'yon para maging tama ang mali? Handa ba silang ipaglaban ang pag-ibig na itinatago nila sa dilim? O mas pipiliin nilang masunog sa apoy ng bawal na pagmamahalan?

To the world, I was Mrs. Ward—the untouchable queen beside the mafia king of New York, Elias Ward. But I knew my husband never loved me. His heart had always belonged to Harper Dinah. His nephew’s wife. And after that nephew conveniently died, Elias brought her into our mansion, “I just want to take better care of her,” he’d said. And his version of “care” was where he’d throw a man out of a party for daring to flirt with Harper and got her pregnant. Elias likes to praise me in public like I was the perfect wife to him. And I was. I helped build his empire. I was the one who smiled and played nice. I made his casino shine while he hid Harper away like she was something sacred. Because of all that praising, one of his enemies set his sights on me. They took me. Sent Elias a message soaked in blood and threats: Back off. Leave New York. Or your pretty wife dies. Of course, Elias didn’t choose to back off.. “Just wait,” he said over the phone, “They won’t hurt you, Noa. You’re leverage. Just hold on until Harper gives birth. Then I’ll come for you.” Eight months of being held in a filthy hole, starved, beaten, degraded. The gang leader raped me over and over again. And still, Elias never came. Finally, I escaped when they were all drunk. Went home, only find my twins sleeping in the maid’s room, eating scraps while Elias was too busy hosting a party for his newborn. I didn’t confront him, just packed my babies and disappear.

I’m suffering from postpartum depression, and my mate is cheating on me with my therapist. This is the most disgusting betrayal in the world! ... "You’re too anxious.” My therapist, Ivy, suggested. “You need to learn to let go of family responsibilities. Why don’t you take a weekend trip to relax.” "A weekend trip?! But my baby’s nanny is on leave this weekend.I need to take care of her. " "Uhmm...I can take care of your child," she said. “Are you sure?!” I asked in surprise. “Yeah, Yeah.” A year ago, I was diagnosed with postpartum depression. My mate, Blake, the Alpha of the Shadowbite pack, found me a kind and beautiful therapist, Ivy. Following Ivy’s advice, I took a solo two-day trip to clear my head. But when I returned, I was horrified to find a large bump on my baby’s forehead. I checked the security footage, and what I saw left me speechless: While my baby was left outside the room, playing alone, Ivy and Blake were inside for an hour. She looked satisfied, and two buttons on her shirt were also missing.

I'm playing hide-and-seek with my son when he locks me on the balcony. It's freezing outside, and my face turns blue from the cold. However, all he does is laugh at me while I call for help. He makes ugly faces at me through the glass. "You look like the stray dog downstairs, Mom! You're so ugly!" I die a frosty and terrible death. Before breathing my last breath, I see my son excitedly give my husband a video call. "Mom has frozen to death, Dad. Can you take Ms. Cole home to be my new mom now?" When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the moment my son wants me to play hide-and-seek with him.

It was my third year with Timothy Jones when he had fallen for someone else and wanted to end things. At his birthday party, he embraced a petite and cute woman, telling his friends, "It's better to go for the sweet, innocent ones." Someone asked, "What about Olivia?" "Olivia? We've been fooling around for three years. Sure, she's fun, but sometimes you need a change of pace, right?" The "Olivia" he casually dismissed was me. And his new girlfriend? None other than my dad's illegitimate daughter, Willow Lambert. It was fine. I decided it was time for me to change things up, too.