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Avery has spent her life as an omega outcast-beaten down by her cruel stepfamily, surviving only for the love of her fated mate, Ryan, the Alpha of the Red Stone Pack. On the day of their mating ceremony, dressed in white with his silver necklace around her throat, she steps into the chapel ready to claim her future as Luna... Only to find her stepsister, Kira, standing at the altar in her place. Ryan's explanation is merciless: Kira is dying. Her last wish is to be his mate. And Avery? She'll still serve her purpose-just not as his equal! But when Avery is forced into a cold, clinical IVF procedure to carry Ryan's heir, a terrible truth comes to light. Now, Avery has captured the attention of the Alpha known as the king of death, Damon Blackclaw! The most feared Alpha in the territory, a man whose name is spoken in whispers, whose rage could level entire packs. And when Damon storms into the Red Stone Pack, his claws at Ryan's throat and his eyes burning into Avery's, he makes one thing clear: "She's mine. Touch her and die."

I was reborn. Right back to the day I adopted Peter. The wind cut sharp, baby cries slicing through the cold. That's when it hit me—this was the day Stuart Pete, my oh-so-loving husband, dumped his illegitimate child right in my path after work. He knew me too well. The second I picked the kid up, he'd spin it into an adoption, making the boy ours. Last time, I fell for it. This time? I walked away without a second thought. Later, I heard the kid got pneumonia from being left out in the freezing cold—fever so bad, it wrecked him for life. I laughed until my stomach hurt. What I didn't see coming? Peter was reborn too—about to experience the life he was meant to have.

"Mamili ka, siya, o ako?" tanong ni Danica kay Jethro. Natatawa pa ang lalaki ng bahagya sa kanyang sinabi, "anong kalokohan naman ang naiisip mo at pinapapili mo ako?" "Puro ka na lang. Lovely, lovely.. lovely! ni hindi mo nga naalala ang birthday ko eh. " may hinagpis sa kanyang tinig. Tiningnan lang siya ni Jethro, at tumalikod sabay labas ng bahay. Hindi siya makapaniwala na pipiliin nito ang babaeng iyon. Agad siyang nag alsa balutan, upang iwanan ang lalaki.

“Alam ko kung ano ang pinagdadaanan mo,” sabi niya kay Hannah, habang nakatitig sa mga mata nito. “Alam mo?” napamaang na lang si Hannah ng marinig ang sinabi niya. Ang mga mata nito ay unti unting nabasa na parang binubukalan ng tubig. “Oo– alam ko ang lahat ng nangyayari sayo, Hannah.. At marahil.. Natatandaan mo na kung sino ako,” sabi niya sa babae. “Ni-ninong Edward–” halos pabulong lang ang tinig na iyon, subalit puno iyon ng pagsusumamo at parang paghingi ng tulong. “Anong nais mo?” tanong niya kay Hannah, determinado siyang tulungan ito sa abot ng kanyang makakaya. “Nais ko silang magdusa.. At magsisi sa mga ginawa nila sa akin. Nais kong lumubog sila at masaktan, gaya ng mga ginawa nilang kahayupan sa akin ninong. Gusto ko silang gumapang sa putik kung saan sila nagmula. Nais kong bawiin ang lahat ng pag aari ko!” umiiyak nitong sabi sa kanya. Nahabag si Ed sa babae. Pinagmasdan niya ito ng husto. "Pwede kitang tulungan, pero may kondisyunes ako sayo.." sabi niya dito. "Kahit ano ninong, gagawin ko, sabihin mo lang!" determinado ang mga mata ni Hannah habang nakatingin sa kanya. "Pakasalan mo ako.. Nais kong magkaroon ka ng karapatan sa kayamanan ko, upang makalaban ka ng patas sa kanila. Sa papel lang tayo magiging mag asawa hannah.. nais ko lang na makapaghiganti ka.."

WARNING!!! May bembangan dito, bawal sa mga minor.. Iwasang magbasa kung feeling mo, demure ka! Kapag di mo bet, skip mo na lang, pero pag bet mo, eh di go!!! Isang misteryosong lalaki, ang naghanap ng isang babae, para magkaanak naturally. Meaning, eh di ano pa nga ba.. alam niyo na yun!! Kinakabahan si Roselynn habang nakapiring ang kanyang mga mata, at nasa loob siya ng isang mabango, malamig at magandang silid. Bagong paligo siya. Sinabon niyang maigi ang kanyang "bataan!" "Lord, bakit naman kasi ngayon na agad? kung kailan hindi ako nakapag shave?" Saka nanlalamig ang kanyang kamay, ng marinig niya ang langitngit ng pintuan.. "Wag kang matakot, wala akong gagawing masama sayo.." grabe ang boses ng lalaki, parang pang DJ! Sa isip isip ni Roselynn, "eh di wow, ikaw na! bebembengin mo ko, kukunin mo ang virginity ko, tas wala kang gagawing masama? OMG!" "This is it! magready ka na.. aararuhin ka na niya.." kasabay ng isang dalangin na sana, hindi siya masyadong masaktan.

Kisah mengenai seorang author bernama Van yang sangat terkenal dengan berbagai karyanya yang sangat menakjubkan. Sayangnya, dirinya mati tanpa sebab sebelum bisa menyelesaikan ending dari sebuah novel yang sedang dia kerjakan. Saat membuka matanya, Van bertemu dengan seorang [Dewa] yang mereinkarnasikannya ke dalam novel ciptaannya yang belum selesai dan memintanya untuk menciptakan ending dari novel tersebut melalui kerja kerasnya sendiri. Van menyadari betapa tidak beruntungnya dirinya karena terlahir sebagai Villain utama dari novel tersebut. Menyadari nasibnya yang penuh bahaya, Van berusaha keras untuk menjadi lebih kuat dengan pengetahuan miliknya sebagai author dari novel tersebut demi menciptakan ending miliknya sendiri di jalan yang penuh rintangan, bahaya, ancaman, dan kematian. IG : @author.no_name

Abie is a girl who loves dreaming. She always thought of dreams that are possible to happen through dreams. She never lose hope. Until one day, an occasion happened, that made her regret about the decision she made. Lahat ng pangarap niya ay naglahong tila bula. And the reason behind that incident, is Carlo, the guy she just don't hate, but will fall her feelings at the end. She can't deny the fact, that, the more she hates seeing Carlo, is the same thing she feels for him. Maiiwasan niya ba, o tuluyang mahuhulog sa lalaking wala namang ginawa kun'di ang tulungan siya?

By year's end, I'd closed a huge deal and snagged a $2.5 million bonus. The company even sent me on early maternity leave—nice perk for being eight months pregnant. Pauline found me lounging on the couch. "Why aren't you at work?" I cracked a joke. "Got fired. Guess I'll be stuck here playing housewife." Her response? A slap across my back. "Then get off and do the laundry! You're having a girl, not a son, and you think you can sit around like some princess?" My husband, Logan, walked in right then. He just pulled her into the nursery. Feeling hurt, I switched on the hidden cameras I'd secretly installed. I thought maybe he'd defend me. Yeah, no. What I uncovered? It was so much worse. Twisted secret after twisted secret.

The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”

At sixty-five, I got served divorce papers. The same day, my husband Sebastian — decked out in his wedding suit, of all things — popped a handful of sleeping pills in a suicide attempt. For years, we were the perfect couple. The kind of pair neighbors whispered about with envy. I couldn't wrap my head around it. The divorce. The pills. None of it made sense. Not until I found the photo and letter in his pocket.