Victorious Breakfast Bunch

The world used to be at Katniss Valenciaga's feet. She was a princess, an Alpha King's daughter. Beauty, intelligence, wealth, power, and a gorgeous mate, she had it all. Although she was born without a wolf and there were people who secretly hated her for it, she didn't care as long as she was loved by the people who mattered to her. But Katniss' world had turned upside down on the day of her wedding. Her father was betrayed by his subordinates and was accused of treason. Their entire clan had to face the punishment. Her father sacrificed his life to help her escape while her mother and brothers were caught and will soon be executed. Her groom, friends, and the people she trusted all turned their backs on her. Out of desperation, Katniss went to the forbidden tower where the strongest hybrid Blade Marshall lived. He was imprisoned there by the Mages for his devious acts. Others even referred to him as the 'Devil King'. They said there was no one more manipulative and more vicious than him. Only a desperate person would seek for a devil. And Katniss was that person. As devious as they say Blade was, he was her only salvation. She came to the tower and freed him. She sold her blood, body, and soul to him in exchange of her family's safety and of the revenge she was planning. With Blade's help, Katniss was on the verge of succeeding when she suddenly encountered the biggest hindrance that could change the rules of the game completely: she had fallen in love with the devil. With her heart now on the line, could she still emerge victorious?

Elena had once believed that silence could mean safety. That a gentle hand and a warm cup of tea placed quietly on her desk every morning could be a form of love. Lucien was never cruel—not in the obvious ways. He remembered how she liked her eggs, noticed when she swapped her perfume, and sent flowers on days he knew she wouldn’t expect them. He raised her like one would raise a pet—softly, without question. And Elena, foolish in the way only the very lonely can be, mistook his quiet affection for devotion. She told herself he was reserved. Mysterious. That love didn’t always wear its heart on its sleeve. But when the old flame returned—the one who spoke his language without needing to try—Elena saw it. The difference. He looked at her like a man who had found his lost religion. And Elena? She had simply been convenient. No tears, no scene. Just papers on the breakfast table, beside the eggs he cooked perfectly. She didn’t accuse or beg. She only asked for freedom. He didn’t sign. He chuckled. A soft, dismissive sound. “A cat raised indoors doesn’t know how to survive on the street, Elena. You’ll come back." But she didn’t. She disappeared, like smoke—except she didn’t vanish, not really. She lived. She wore colour again. Laughed at bad jokes. Let strange men hand her coffee and ask for her number. Lucien? He watched. He watched her become someone without him. And it drove him mad. The night he cornered her outside the gallery, rain in his hair and desperation in his eyes, he looked like a man undone. "Elena," he breathed, "please. Look at me. Just once." She did. Calm as ever, and her love already gone.

Thor and I grew up together—we were the definition of childhood sweethearts. We'd promised to attend the same university, graduate, and marry right after senior year. Everyone envied us. They said we were a perfect match, destined for a lifetime together. And I believed that too. I truly thought I'd spend the rest of my life with him. Until the final semester of our senior year in high school, when a new transfer student named Lina joined our class. At first, the two barely spoke. But as they grew familiar, their bond deepened in ways I could no longer ignore. He started staying after school to tutor her, bringing her breakfast every morning. When she was upset, he'd take her for a drive along the coast. If she craved Italian steak, he'd have fresh cuts flown in. Even during her period, he'd quietly prepare everything she needed. I was furious. I confronted him, argued with him, and even threatened to break up. The first time I said it, he thought I was joking and coaxed me out of my anger. The second time, he dismissed it as another tantrum and tried different ways to please me. The third time, he broke down—standing outside my house in the pouring rain all night, half kneeling before me, begging for forgiveness. Again and again, I tried to leave, and every time, he refused to let me go. Yet with each reconciliation, something in him shifted. He started taking me for granted, assuming I would always come back. His patience wore thin. His apologies turned perfunctory. Even when he came to make peace, there was no sincerity left in his voice. So I said it for the hundredth time, and that was the last. That was the moment I finally gave up on him.

As a low-income student who's specifically recruited by the elite college this year, I can still feel my hands trembling as I clutch the letter that tells me I get to study for free. Not only are my tuition and miscellaneous fees waived, but I also get to receive 30 thousand dollars' worth of student grant per year. I even get to have free access to the leather seats inside the library, the equipment inside the gym, as well as the aerial garden on the roof. The best surprise for me has to be the cafeteria. All low-income students get a 50% discount on their meals, but the quality of their food doesn't decrease at all. Best beef is used in the steak dinners offered by the cafeteria, whereas a seafood platter showcases the entire huge lobster. Even the most basic mac and cheese meal has different types of freshly grated cheese baked into it. As I sit in the brightly lit classroom and look at the rich students around me, who wear custom-made uniforms and have branded watches latched around their wrists, all I have is one thought. I must be on good terms with them. But my seatmate, who's also a low-income student, isn't as thrilled as me. In fact, she just looks at the people around her with disdain in her eyes. After the first lesson, a rich student arrives at our table. He might not sound polite at all, but at least he's not putting on airs. "Do any of you have time to head over to the cafeteria and buy me breakfast?" I'm about to respond to him when a shrill voice booms out next to me. "You're so annoying! What, you think you rule the campus since you're rich? Had I known that this classroom is filled with useless scions like you who just waste their lives away on nothing, I wouldn't have enrolled in this college in the first place!"

Sonica Singh Sikarwar is not your ordinary protagonist and damsel in distress. She is bold. She is outrageous. She is confident and she knows 'it'! 'Life is an unstoppable flow and we must get along with it.' However, life isn't all roses and strawberries too. It has got thorns too, but Sony is ready to be pricked. An ordinary girl of the age of twenty-three, her life came to shatter when her engagement with Rudransh Shenoy, CEO of the Shenoy Group of Industries was called off. At the age of twenty and six, Rudransh is a heartthrob and a dream man of any young girl. He is sharp, cunning, intelligent, calm, and knows how to get his way into most things. After going through a bunch of disappointing relationships that led him to nowhere, Rudransh upon having Sonica for himself. The girl he really admires and looks forward to spending his whole life with. However, things don’t always go as planned. Just when one is sure of certainty and 'assured' win. Life smacks hardest at the face. One day before her engagement, Sonica drops by the office and catches Rudransh kissing his assistant. Shattered and heartbroken, she slapped him hard and did what any other woman in her sensible mind would do. Called off the engagement. But Rudransh isn't a brat to mess with. A year later, he was back with a keen persistence upon persuading her. “Where the words fail, action does the work.” Tired of constant rejections, Rudransh has decided to play dirty. As per section 9 of The Hindu Marriage Act: He demands restitution of his conjugal rights from a wedding that never took place. Will Sonica be able to escape her ex's well-planned trap? Or will she accept fate and give in?

Meet Azhthrielle Blythe Aelazar. She is well-known actress and model, everyone adores her because of the qualities that pleasurably exalts the mind of people around her. She's also from a well known family who doesn't feels like a family for her. She's carrying heavy baggage and pressured because of the high expectations from her family that hinders her to be part of showbiz industry. They want her to run their business which is against her will. There's a bunch of people hates her for being Aelazar. They are insecure with her, with her life not knowing behind those splendid qualities, she's hiding her real life situation, a tear-jerker situation that no one wants to be in. She feel inlove with someone named Wayde Shzen Villanueva. He captured her heart with his flickered glowing eyes, thick brows, perfect nose, soft thin lips, jaw dropping masculine body and his unpredictable personality. He's also an actor and a model, came from a family that are veterans actor and actresses. Their love story was almost perfect not until an ambitious bitch come their way named Mira, who aims to destroy everything. She seduced Wayde and succeed with her evil plans. Azhy tried to move on from him, she wants to forget everything but how can she even move on if she can't stop loving him? If she still choose to hold on instead of letting him go? If she would rather choose to die than to give up? What will happen to the story of their love? Would they get the satisfaction that they want? Will the story gonna end on how they want it? Would their fate will cross again? Will the favor of destiny are on their side? Be with Azhy and Wayde as they fight for the love that they deserve.

"Elena, why are you hiding from me? (Elena, kenapa kau menghindar dariku?)" "You know why ... I'm married, i have kids. And you're such a bad influence on me. (Kau tau kenapa ... Aku sudah menikah dan mempunyai anak-anak. Lagipula kau membawa pengaruh buruk buatku" "You have married too seven years ago but you still want to meet me. We're even ... (Kau pun sudah menikah tujuh tahun lalu tapi kau masih bersedia menemuiku. Bahkan kita ..." "Stop it. It's a big mistake!!! (Hentikan. Dulu itu kesalahan besar!!!)" "Calm down, Elena ... i'm here not to argue. I miss you ... (Tenanglah, Elena ... Aku di sini bukan untuk berdebat. Aku rindu padamu ..." Elena hampir terisak, mukanya memerah matanya berair napasnya tersengal. Ia ingin segera berlalu dari momen ini. "I am not the same person. I have changed. And I am fully happy for I am now. Don't ruin my happiness. I want you to stay away from my life ... please ... (Aku bukanlah orang yang sama. Aku sudah berubah. Dan aku sangat bahagia dengan keadaanku sekarang. Jangan mengusik kebahagiaanku. Menjauhlah dari kehidupanku ... Aku mohon ....)" "I'll wait ... (Aku akan menunggu ...)" "Don't wait. You have to move on. Get married, have a bunch of kids like you want it. Be happy ... (Jangan menunggu. Kau harus melanjutkan hidupmu. Menikahkah. Miliki banyak anak seperti yang kau mau. Berbahagialah ...)" "I can't find someone like you. (Aku tidak bisa menemukan penggantimu.)"

Done checking me out yet, babe?” The godlike man with tattoos covering his muscular forearms asks me with a teasing smirk on his face. "No fair, Miles is hogging her. The name's Beckett, Darling," He said with his deep baritone voice that had my core clenching. "My turn," came another deep gorgeous voice, sounding more sensual than the last. "Hey, Princess." He said, whisking me away from Beckett, "The name's Aphelion." Aphelion grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into his beautiful green eyes. "I can still make your insides burn with want for me." He said once he pulled back, grinning at me, a dimple appearing on his cheek, "By the way, I'm Samael." Katrina was left at an orphanage as an infant, on her 18th birthday she gets a vague letter from her birth mother, that doesn’t go into much detail on why her parents abandon her, just that there was a danger lurking, and Katrina had to disappear. On her 21st birthday Katrina’s best friends take her to the Popular club Hecate where her life turns upside down. One minute she’s having fun getting drunk, the next she’s blasting a pervert on his ass with some unknown power that just blasted out of her hands. Now Katrina is stuck attending school with a bunch of demigods and four very attractive very dangerous gods, who have all staked a claim on her. Katrina must learn how to control this new power of hers, avoid the demigoddess who she has somehow angered by her existence, figure out what the danger is her mother’s letter warned her about, all while juggling four very dominating gods.

In a world where angels and demons clash, Detective Logan known also as Azrael, finds himself caught in a dangerous game of power and destiny. As the youngest detective in Hillburn City, his skills are unmatched and his determination is unwavering. But his purpose for returning to this world; the name Azazel, threatens to unravel everything he has worked for. Meanwhile, Azazel, the mighty ruler of the underworld, plots his next move. With his flaming red eyes and black wings, he possesses a power that surpasses all others. His anger burns like a furnace, and his possessiveness knows no bounds. Only one can tame this devil - Azrael. As the demon hunter Christopher Lee sets his sights on defeating Azazel, he realizes the magnitude of his task. No ordinary hunter can stand against the ruler of the underworld. Determined to bring justice to the world, Christopher hatches a plan to target Azazel’s most treasured possession - Azrael, the angel on his third reincarnation. In this thrilling conclusion, the destinies of Azrael, Azazel, and Christopher collide. With the fate of the world hanging in the balance, alliances will be tested, powers will be unleashed, and sacrifices will be made. Who will emerge victorious in this battle between angels and demons? Can Azrael overcome his weakness for Azazel and fulfill his purpose? Will Christopher’s hunt for justice lead to the downfall of Azazel, or will it bring death and destruction to the world? In a world where darkness and light intertwine, the lines between good and evil blur. Only through strength, determination, and the power of their intertwined destinies can these three characters face their ultimate challenges. Brace yourself for a gripping tale of love, betrayal, and the struggle for redemption in the face of unimaginable forces.

I knock on the door, heart pounding like it always does when I’m about to see him. “Come in,” Justin’s voice calls—cool, smooth, and frustratingly calm. I take a deep breath and walk in, holding the folder tightly. “Here’s the report you requested, sir.” He doesn’t even glance at me. Just keeps typing, his expression unreadable. “You’re late,” he says without missing a beat. I clench my jaw. “There was a delay at the printer—” “No excuses, Joanna. Just do better next time.” Ouch. Professional and cold. As always. I nod, ignoring the sting in my chest. “Yes, sir.” I turn to leave, gripping the doorknob—just one more second and I’ll be out of this weird tension-filled office— “Wait.” I freeze. I turn around slowly. “Yes?” Justin stands now, walking toward me. In his hand, a familiar brown paper bag. He holds it out. “You didn’t have lunch.” I blink. “I’m fine.” “You skipped breakfast too. Eat.” I hesitate. “What is it?” “Chicken pesto. No onions.” My breath catches. He still remembers? “Why are you doing this?” I ask quietly. He shrugs, not meeting my eyes. “I just… remember things.” My fingers brush his as I take the bag. Warmth. Stupid warmth that shouldn’t still feel this familiar. Then, he looks at me—really looks at me. “You shouldn’t skip meals… wife.” Silence. My chest tightens. “Don’t call me that.” But my voice is too soft to sound convincing. I walk out before I say something I’ll regret. His words echo in my mind like a dangerous lullaby. Cold one second. Kilig the next. God… he’s still him. And that’s exactly the problem.