Under The Earth Over The Sky

I was dying from my fear of heights, but my husband, Don Vincent, was busy with his assistant, savoring the latest coffee flown in from Hawaii that morning. "You're a grown woman, Bella. What's the big deal? You're stuck on a roof, figure it out." Then he hung up on me. I collapsed onto the hot tar of the roof, my body shaking uncontrollably before everything went black. It was two hours before building security found me. When I got home, I asked Vincent for a divorce. He rubbed his temples, his patience worn thin, looking at me as if I were a child throwing a tantrum. "Over a cup of coffee? I told you, the heights are all in your head. You’re perfectly safe now. Stop making a scene alright? What's this nonsense about a divorce? I have more important things to deal with. Calm yourself down." I stared at his back as he left, tears already streaming down my face. Something important? Did he really think I couldn't hear his assistant, Sophia, murmuring in the background? Did he think I didn't know he took her to the last family gathering? I had loved Vincent for three years. Everyone knew he was the center of my world. They all thought an orphan like me could never leave him. But now, all the love I had was eclipsed by a profound, soul-crushing exhaustion. I was done. I picked up my phone and dialed a number I hadn't touched in three long years. "Uncle, book me a flight to Seattle. I'm ready to leave Vincent."

His precious childhood sweetheart got drunk one night and ended up in a stranger’s bed. When she showed up again, she was pregnant—just like me. On the day I gave birth, Harold handed me the divorce papers. "Rachel’s about to return to acting," he said coldly. "She and the baby need a proper title. If a scandal breaks out, it’ll destroy her." Dragging my frail body, I calmly signed the papers. In my previous life, I refused to step aside. I went live, holding my daughter, and exposed the award-winning actress Rachel Underwood for knowingly becoming the other woman. The internet turned on her. She lost every endorsement and was driven to the edge by massive fines—eventually jumping off a building. Harold quietly took care of her funeral... and then stood by as her fans harassed me in the streets, even tried to burn my child and me alive. It was not until I saw him lock the door behind us that I realized—he had wanted us dead all along. Then I woke up. And it was the day he gave me the divorce agreement... again.

As I'm unable to get a ticket for my return trip after the Thanksgiving holiday, I specifically booked a first-class seat home. Just as I find my seat, I see an unruly child jumping around on it. I patiently smile and say, "Kid, this is my seat. Where is your seat?" He makes a face at me. "It's mine now, old hag!" I grab him by the collar of his shirt, wanting to lift him out of the seat. At that moment, a woman's piercing voice sounds behind me. "What are you doing? Let go of my son!" I release my grip and say as gently as possible, "Please control your child. This is my seat." Suddenly, she raises her voice. "He's just a child! Can't you, as an adult, give way to him? You're young and dressed decently. How can you have no compassion at all?" I'm so angered by this distorted reasoning that I laugh. "If you're so compassionate, why didn't you spend the money to buy your child a first-class seat?"

Juliana has everything that money could buy, at hindi kasama doon ang pagmamahal ng isang magulang. Her mother made sure of that the day she married her stepfather, a man twice her age, in exchange for wealth and status. Kaya naman nang mabalitaan niyang nasawi ang mga ito sa isang aksidente, wala siyang naramdaman na kahit ano. Ni isang patak ng luha ay walang tumulo mula sa kanya. She already lost to money the only family she had, kaya hindi na bago sa kanya 'to. For sure, after going through their burial, she would be back at the all-girls boarding school they sent her away to, and everything would stay the same. But just when she thought that nothing would ever change, nalaman niya ang laman ng last will ng kanyang ina. To claim her inheritance, kailangan niyang tumira sa iisang bubong kasama ang kanyang stepbrother, her stepfather’s only child from his first wife, until she turns 21 years old. Ang problema? She just turned nineteen a week ago before their accident! Dalawang taon niyang kailangang magtiis sa poder ng taong pinaka-ayaw niya sa lahat. At ang mas malaking problema? Their state, the mansion where her stepbrother currently resides, is far from the city and the life that she’s used to! It’s in a secluded area in a remote province! What would her life be like from now on? Hindi puwede ‘to! Mamamatay muna siya bago siya tumira kasama ang lalaking ‘yon na masahol pa sa demonyo ang ugali! But between hatred, lies, and the forbidden tension she couldn’t name, matutuklasan ni Juliana na may mga bagay na hindi kanyang diktahan, lalo na ang puso. — THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE THEMES, EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, AND SCENES THAT MAY BE DISTURBING OR TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS.

Gina and I were just ordinary werewolves in the Silver Claw Pack. Our incomes were modest, but we married well. Her mate was the captain of the Silver Claw Pack patrol unit. Mine, the fire squad leader. They grew up together—childhood friends—and were the youngest golden duo in the Werewolf Alliance. On the day we married, our mates each bought us a luxury high-rise apartment on the top floor of the central castle, side by side, with the promise of sharing life and death together. That is, until that fateful night. Rogues broke into the central zone. Chaos reached even the upper levels of our building. The tower caught fire. Amidst the thick smoke, I sent a desperate mind-link to my mate. He blocked it. Turns out, both our mates were busy shielding their shared first love, Lifu. They ignored our calls for help. Gina dragged me as we ran. She was six months pregnant; her pup was already kicking from the panic. Her mate never showed up either. We made it to the stairwell, where we were trapped for five hours. Toxic fumes filled our lungs. I went into labor too early. My pup didn't make it. Gina bled for three days in the hospital. Her pup was gone too. Meanwhile, our mates were digging through the wreckage—twenty-four hours straight—searching for Lifu's lost dog. That was it. Right then and there, Gina and I looked at each other and knew. We were done.

“I’m getting a divorce! I can’t stand you anymore. Besides, Sherry is dead, and the company has been handed over to me; what’s the use of putting up with a worthless marriage?” Those were the words of Caleb Thompson, the man I gave up everything to be with, the man I devoted seven faithful years to, the man I have ever loved. >>>>Rosy Connor The death of their child tore them apart, and the effect of her demise sprang up an unexpected divorce that shattered Rosy. Rosy felt the weight of depression weigh down on her more than ever when the man who should have been a shoulder for comfort became a thorn of a consistent reminder of her irresponsibility. The last straw broke on her when Caleb threw a divorce to her face. The moment Rosy granted him his heart desire brought regret and pain to Caleb. He hated throwing off the woman who rejected several suitors for him. He realized that he had lost the most important things in his life despite having everything any human would dream of having. >>>>Caleb Thompson "Caleb, your ex-wife is back as a billionaire after five years; not only that, she is back with a man she called a 'fiance,' what are you going to do now, man?" At that moment, with regret in my eyes, I swore to make my ex-wife forgive me. >>>>Caleb Thompson How can he get back an Ex-wife who only returned to hurt him emotionally and financially? Can he get her back when she already has someone else? Coupled with the hatred and revenge revolving around them, will it be possible to uncover the mysteries that will either destroy them completely or create a new path?

Six years ago, Irene had a fleeting one-night stand with a stranger and walked away with twin boys and no name to trace. She built her life in silence… until the formidable Mr. Blackwood laid eyes on her children and saw the undeniable resemblance to his only son, Daniel. A secret DNA test confirmed it the twins were Blackwoods. To protect the family legacy, the ruthless patriarch gave his son an ultimatum marry Irene, or lose everything. Forced into a loveless marriage, Daniel resents Irene, while Irene is trapped in a life she never asked for. But under the same roof, tension simmers. Hatred bleeds into longing, and resentment gives way to a dangerous attraction neither can control. In a home ruled by power can Irene guard her heart, or will Daniel take far more than just her freedom?

On the day of the wedding, my best friend, Elena Hartman, can't bear to part with me, so she threads my wedding shoes with a string and ties them snugly around her slim waist. The groomsmen turn the whole place upside down, and we end up late for the ceremony. She eventually cracks up and tugs at her billowy bridesmaid dress, revealing the outline of the shoes at her waist. "I dare you to come take them. As long as I'm here, she's not getting married!" My fiancé, Miles Lawson, shakes his head and chuckles. "You just love tormenting us, don't you?" Miles exchanges a look with the groomsmen, and they charge at her at the same time. She squeals as she falls back onto the bed, squirming under her layers of tulle. "Don't be so rough! I'm ticklish…" The groomsmen flush bright red. Miles' ears turn scarlet as he feels around her waist. She giggles even louder. "How are you going to undo it through all these layers? Use your head!" Then, she gasped. "That tickles!" Her theatrics make my temper flare. I spring to my feet, lift her skirt, and rip the wedding shoes right off her. "If you're that ticklish, smack yourself with a slipper. Drop the act, or I'll yank out the nerves that make you ticklish!"

I hate keeping her underground in the cell. I love her so much. I gave her everything. HOW DARE SHE LEAVE ME? she is my wife. My other half. I know she is afraid but i love killing. I love the sight when my enemy's body drain out of blood. and did everything to keep all this away from her, hidden. she is too kind to understand this.Yet, she saw me killing my own "so called brother". she didn't even gave me a chance to explain myself. She is still unconscious. I found her and brought her here. GOD, I missed her, i missed her soft skin, her hazel eyes, her long brown hairs, her smile. But she left me."wake up." i shouted pouring water on her. she opened her eyes. she is observing where she is. Cell is dark and damp, she can't see me. "I missed you, My love." I stepped towards her. Her eyes widened in shock. She can't move. her hands are tied above her head and legs secured in chains. I pulled her cheeks and made my way down. she still don't know that she is naked. I noticed my marks are gone. But now, she doesn't have one. This makes me angry."what shall I do with you?" I said picking up the whip from the ground. Tears roll down her eyes after looking at the glass pieces on the end of whip. it is meant to cut the skin. "No" she whispered. horrors visible in her eyes. I smiled."You need to learn my love. For your own good. Just few days, let me purify you, let me mark you." I said chuckling. I hate to see her this horrified. I need to teach her."MINE"

As an avid fan of the well - known Filipino singer-songwriter, actor, and model Michael Hugh Perez, Hera Ashley couldn't resists his charm the first time she met him in person. To what extent will she express her love and adoration? What if she's just confused admiration with love? When the table turned, it was only then she realized her true love for her friend Zanjoe.. her blanket, her umbrella and savior. Before she knew it, he was already gone. Is it too late then?