Weeping Prophet

Farrah Vale doesn’t believe in curses. She’s a logical person, a medical student who stitches people up, not someone who prays to statues. So when she finds her name scribbled in blood beneath the Weeping Statue of the old campus, she laughs it off… until she dies in a car crash that same night. Except she wakes up on a train with six other passengers... Then, sitting across from her is a man she knows, Shane Calder, the ex who broke her heart a few weeks ago. But before she could process the situation, she heard a voice... [ Welcome, Cursed Ones.You have been chosen to play the Trial of Seven Sins. ] [ Survive all seven worlds, and your curse will be lifted. Fail, and your soul will burn forever. ]

He was my stepbrother. My rival. My biggest mistake. We swore it would never happen again. But when he moves back in, all grown up and twice as cruel, the rules start to crack. One look, and I’m ruined. One touch, and we’re back where we shouldn’t be. This time, if we fall there’s no pretending it doesn't mean something, especially when I bait him,and he gladly bites into the trap every time. “I'll be the only one to ever fuck you, hurt you, break you, heal you and touch you, if anyone else dares to look at what's mine, I'll fees them their spines myself” he whispers, his teeths digging into my ears as he thrust his throbbing cock into my weeping wet Pussy.

To help my "destitute" husband pay off his debts, I scavenged for scraps for five years. My son and I survived on expired canned food. That changed on my son's birthday. I saw him in a bespoke suit, spending millions to celebrate the birthday of the woman he truly loved. That was the moment I realized he was actually the most powerful billionaire on Wall Street. To please the love of his life, he let our child be injected with unknown drugs, leaving him on the brink of death. He even forced me to drain my own blood to save her son. Later, I became someone he could no longer reach. I linked arms with a man far more powerful than him and walked away. That once arrogant man ended up kneeling in the Arctic snow, clutching a photo I had burned, weeping like a stray dog.

“Alex… I’m dying.” Amara’s trembling voice over the phone should have shaken her husband, but the renowned Dr. Alex Spencer simply replied, “Buy medicine and let me work.” The world envied their marriage to the perfect doctor, but behind closed doors, Amara carried every pain alone. Until the day she received two verdicts: brain cancer… and a divorce she signed with her own hands. She walked away, whispering, “This is the last meal I’ll ever cook for you,” leaving Alex furious and unable to accept the truth. And when he rushed into a house decorated with flowers and candles, her smiling picture greeted him instead. She was gone. He fell down, weeping like a child. But something still told him, this was all a setup. That Amara was still alive and he won’t rest until he finds her. Is Amara truly still alive? Read to find out!

​In her past life, Josie was a fool, wasting three years weeping for a husband who faked his own death just to run off with another woman. She died on a rainy sidewalk with a knife in her chest, watching Julian walk away with his first love and their secret child. ​Now, she’s back. It’s the morning of his funeral, but Josie isn't reaching for a tissue; she’s reaching for a pot of boiling water and a liquidation lawyer. While the rest of the Hart family prepares to mourn, Josie is busy selling Julian’s prized cars and emptying his secret bank accounts. To make sure Julian can never crawl back into her life, she makes a move on the only man he ever truly feared—his uncle, Alexander Hart. Alexander is a ruthless billionaire who has wanted Josie for twenty years, and he’s more than happy to help her bury Julian for good, as long as she’s willing to pay his price.

"How long will you cry over your dead fiancé?"The man came closer to the weeping girl while whispering his venomous words with a dark chuckle.She looked at him with pure rage in her eyes. "Don't you dare to bring his name in your filthy mouth?" "Come on.You can think of my offer now.We can start from where we were left." "Slap" A loud sound echoed. "You murderer, you have killed him." She spoke in between her uneven sobs. "How would you prove that?Your lawyer partner has committed suicide after losing his case."He spoke while rubbing his cheek where she slapped him afew seconds back.Wiping her tears away she spoke with her gritted teeth, "Mr. Madhban, you have seen me fighting with my fiancé so far.Now you would face Advocate Suhani Rane fighting for her fiancé's justice.See you in court."

I asked for a son, and you gave me a girl?!" his voice began to rise. Myra shuddered, tears soaking her face. She clenched her baby tight like her life depended on it, fighting the will to succumb to the intense pains she was feeling. "What exactly is your usefulness?" He roared, and his grip on the bed stand shattered the frame, causing Myra to drop harshly into the jagged floor, her baby weeping even louder. "You are here for only one thing. One thing! Bear me a son!" he strikes the stone wall, and it shatters like glass, the impact reverberating. "After that one night, I never touched you, did I?!" Sold to the cursed Alpha King, Myra must bear him a son in order to be free but when she doesn’t, The Alpha King decides to let his wrath fall on her but Myra escapes and runs away. In order to clear his curse, the Alpha king needs his Luna and his child but will Myra be willing to go back to him?

He promised to come back, and he did. But he came back with another woman… and a royal letter. Ravena had waited faithfully—holding his pack together, taking care of his father, and ruling alone for a year. But when Alpha Lucien returned from war, he brought his fated mate with him… and told Ravena to fund their wedding. Humiliated and betrayed by the very household she saved, Ravena asked for only one thing: a divorce. And when she walks out again, it isn’t as a Luna. It’s as a Princess. Crowned by the King himself, Ravena is done waiting, done weeping, and done playing their game. But beneath everything going on, something darker simmers. Her family’s death wasn’t fate—it was betrayal. And someone in the kingdom made sure the truth stayed buried. Now, Ravena wants answers and vengeance. But when war threatens the realm and she decides to fight only one man dares to walk beside her on the battlefield. Prince Evander. Cold-eyed. War-marked. Dangerous. And drawn to her in ways no one dares name aloud. Will he be her sword? Or her downfall?

“C-Claus, please. I cannot-no more,” My shivering voice failed to stop him and he fastened his pace. “The night is young, little mouse. I’m gonna wreck you and every thought you have of escaping,” he was still holding a grudge against me for trying to run away. “I gave you a choice, be my slave or wife, and here you chose the former. Tell me, Hazel, what am I ought to do if my wife is squirming in the arms of another male, batting her lashes at him, and pressing this,” he smacked across my bare bottom hard and I winced shutting my eyes. “This body of a temptress against him,” I didn’t know my actions would fuel him like this. He was being overly unreasonable. He released inside me enormous times, and still, his length was hard and angry, ready to demolish my weeping core. Our mixed fluids seeped through me to paint my inner thighs but this barbarian refuse to stop.

When a stubborn, narcissistic, grandiose and spoiled brat heiress meets the charismatic, aloof and grumpy local ranchero. Matthieus Morris Monferrer is still struggling with grief since his fiancée passed away two years ago. Weeping in darkness and dealing with guilt has been his heaviest burden. Way to healing process is hard to find until his best friend left his annoying fiancée in their farm. Nahalinhinan ng yamot ang lungkot na dumadagan sa dibdib niya sa araw-araw na nasa paligid niya ang spoiled-brat na si Mary Ann Aperin. Sa isang iglap ay naging isang malaking tinik ito sa kanyang lalamunan dahil sa ugali nitong pakialamera at reckless. Her kind is one he loathed the most. The spoiled-brat woman is the total opposite of his deceased fiancée. But how would he admit to himself that by dealing with that troublesome brat everyday had been the magical way for him to heal? And then all at once, in a heartbeat, seems like all the love songs were about her already. Ngunit dumating lamang ito sa buhay n'ya para buuin ang kanyang puso at wasakin itong muli.