We Bare Bears As Humans

“Doctor Millan, the patient's father has been kneeling in your office for the past six hours don't you think you should go see him?” “Are you telling me to go see the people that once ruined my life and paid me to abort my child Millan's life was once ruined by her ex-fiance whom she was crazily in love with, and just when they were about to get married, he left her. Millan who was still lamenting on her ruined relationship woke up on the hospital bed with Eight weeks pregnant for her ex fiancée. Refusing to accept reality she visited his home, only to meet him celebrating his newly married life with his new wife and the worst is her ex-fiance's father offered her a ten million dollar cheque to abort the baby. Feeling insulted, she left hoping never to cross path with him again, but fate took turns when eight years later she's now a famous surgeon, one day her ex-fiance was brought to the hospital where she works, and his father knelt down in front of her “My son is dying please save him, he need a kidney transplant and only your child can be a match and only you can operate on him as the most experience surgeon” “So you want me to give my son's kidney to your son after you called my child a disturbance and told me to abort it? get ready to bury your son, I promise to send flowers to his funeral” Unknown to them, she's not only the world renowned Surgeon but she's also the prominent anonymous popular Judge who has humbled top corrupt government officials What happens when they employ her to fight for the custody of their son without knowing she's the anonymous judge?

"Is this the life-like doll Paige got me as a Christmas present? Wow, it looks just like that beautiful best friend of hers…" My best friend's father mistakes me for the Christmas present she has prepared for him. Things start to heat up in the room. The man eagerly spreads my legs, ready to experience the scalp-crawling pleasure I can bring to him.

"You don't need money or connection here. You'll be hired. You just have to accept my condition and do your work well." Hindi inakala ni Jaxen na ang huling sabak niya ng paghahanap ng trabaho para iligtas ang kaisa-isang babaeng mahalaga sa kanya ay ang pagbebenta ng sarili niyang katawan. Sa harap ng napakaganda ngunit napakalamig na milyonaryong si Kestrel Vianne Montero, dalawang kontrata ang nakalatag—parehong para sa trabaho sa kompanya at para sa trabahong kailangan ay pagsilbihan siya. He was hired to be more than just an employee. He was hired to be her Sex Slave. Sanay si Jaxen sa laro ng apoy. Sanay siyang kumuha ng atensyon. Sanay siyang makipaglaro sa sarap. Ngunit ang dating ginagawa niya para sa sariling aliw, ngayon ay magiging isang obligasyong kailangan niyang panindigan—anumang oras, saanmang lugar, o sa kahit anong paraan dipende sa kagustuhan ng kanyang amo. Sa ilalim ng kapangyarihan ni Vianne, unti-unting lulunukin ni Jaxen ang kanyang pride kapalit ng bawat sentimong magdudugtong sa buhay ng isang ispesyal na babae sa buhay niya. Ngunit sa bawat maiinit na haplos, bawat nakakaakit na daing at bawat gabi ng pagsunod, may isang tanong ang palaging gumugulo sa kanya... "Hanggang saan niya kayang ibigay ang kanyang katawan kung ang kapalit nito ay ang unti-unting pagkaka-alipin ng kanyang puso?"

Bo Ra is a normal girl like us. She wants to live a happy life. But she faces too many problems beyond us.

Rose, the ex-wife of billionaire Derek Clair, has been wronged in the worst possible way. After a messy divorce, Derek used his wealth and influence to destroy Rose’s reputation and leave her financially ruined. Now, Rose is back, and she’s seeking revenge. With the help of a wealthy ally, Rose sets out to dismantle Derek’s business empire and expose his darkest secrets. But as the stakes grow higher, Rose realizes that her desire for revenge may come at a steep cost. Will she be able to continue her quest for vengeance after discovering an unexpected truth about Derek? Or will she be swallowed by her desire for vengeance? Can she find a way to heal and move on, or will her thirst for revenge forever define her? Will they ever be able to find closure and move on, or is their love forever lost? Will they ever find a happily ever after?

They say revenge is a dish best served cold. Mine's been chilling for five years. The night James Reed kicked me out of his life, I was pregnant, penniless, and naive enough to believe love mattered more than money. He taught me better. When you're bleeding out in the rain, clutching your stomach while your best friend laughs from his doorway, you learn exactly what you're worth to people like them. Zero. But the woman who nearly died that night? She stayed dead. The one who came back is someone else entirely. Anna Quinn. Lost daughter of California's most powerful family. CEO of her own pharmaceutical empire. And the silent majority shareholder in James Reed's failing company. He's about to learn what happens when you build an empire on stolen foundations. His marriage has cracks he doesn't see. And the investors keeping him afloat? They answer to me now. He thinks he's untouchable. That my formula made him invincible. But success built on stolen work has a way of crumbling when the original genius decides to pull the rug out. I don't want him back. I want him ruined. And this time, I'm the one holding all the cards.

I married my vampire husband ten years ago and gave him a half-blood heir, abandoning my career as a painter to become a full-time mother. Fortunately, my son inherited my talent. At just six years old, he held his first solo art exhibition, inspired by the theme "My Mother." But he never let me attend, and he never let me see his paintings. My husband said my presence would make Luke nervous---that I should stay home and do the housework as a good wife and mother, and wait for them to come back. I told myself he was just young and didn't know better, that he was only pushing back against my discipline, not truly rejecting me. Until the day I snuck into the gallery wearing a surgical mask pulled low. In the center of the crowd, my husband held our son's hand while tenderly pulling a woman in a red dress into his arms. He turned to the guests and announced: "This is Luke's mother---my wife." The three of them stood together, beaming with perfect happiness. And I---the one who'd stayed up all night setting up this exhibition---stood before the paintings while not a single person recognized me. That was when I finally understood. My seemingly gentle, caring vampire husband had long ago given our son a replacement mother. And I was nothing more than the human nanny who'd served her purpose by producing an heir.

Everyone said I was too possessive when it came to my girlfriend, Amanda Crane. When Amanda first started taking photos of her childhood friend, Ian Lewis, I ripped apart all the rolls of film. When she helped him fix his computer, I called her 100 times in an hour. And when he called her from the airport, asking her to pick her up because the rain made it impossible to get a cab, I held a knife to my throat. I told her I'd take my own life if she went to him. Fed up, Amanda shipped me off to a psychiatric hospital that same night. When I got out, I vanished. Amanda was certain I was hiding somewhere, spying on her and Ian, but I never showed up—until the celebration party for a business project three years later. Ian puts his arm around Amanda and swirls the wine glass he's holding. He shoots me a taunting look, remarking, "You used to get so jealous, Steven. I'm sure you no longer mind if Mandy and I drink from the same glass now, right?" He waits for me to go berserk the way I used to three years before, but I simply move the bottle of wine closer to them. "I don't mind at all, of course. Have as many glasses as you want. It's great to see that your relationship has been progressing so well." Amanda pauses. Her eyes start to redden. She stares fixedly at me and questions, "Why don't you feel jealous anymore, Steven?"

So, this is the end?" I asked my husband in a weak voice. "I guess, it is. Addison is pregnant and I don't want my child to born a bastard. I must marry her but first we need to get divorced." He replied without any remorse. "When you come back, it'll be too late, Arthur." I said wiping my tears and signed on the death note of my marriage; Divorce Agreement. Addison Greyson's marriage with Arthur Linwood came to a drastic end when he announced his girlfriend Addison's pregnancy to her. She was forcefully betrothed to him and mercilessly thrown out of his life. How would she collect the broken pieces of her life and comes back stronger than ever?

In my last life, my brother Leo—the heir to the Moretti crime family—stripped our estate bare of every last soldier, all for a Vegas jaunt. All because his new flame, Scarlett, had a jones for the high-roller tables. The Volkovs—our rivals, the very ones Leo had just pissed off—saw their opening and stormed our gates. My mother, Sofia, took a bullet meant for me. Died protecting me. I blew up Leo’s phone, my pleas turning to screams. He didn't answer. He waltzed back in after the shooting stopped, bringing our men home, but far too late for it to matter. Then, the news from Vegas. Scarlett was gone. A suicide note left behind. In it, she painted me as the monster. The one who’d leaked our weaknesses to the Volkovs. The one who'd orchestrated a fake kidnapping and torture plot, all to drive her to despair and lure Leo home. A perfect, tragic lie. Leo read the letter calmly. Then he burned the letter and told me, "Forget it. It's handled." Father tore into Leo for abandoning his post, for leaving his family to die. And me? I was named the new Consigliere. But after the celebration, Leo cornered me in the wine cellar. His face was a mask of cold fury as he pressed the barrel of his gun to my forehead. "This is for family traitors," he hissed, his voice pure venom. "The throne is my birthright, not some backstabbing bitch's prize!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Right in the middle of the fire and the blood. This time, I shoved my mother behind me, dragging her toward the panic room. And the bastards who were too blind to believe me? They’ll regret it.