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Eliana is an independent architect living alone in the city. A bread winner and a woman near her thirty's being pressured by her family to settle down but Eliana has other plan. Hindi ang pag-aasawa ang priority niya kung hindi ang big project na matagal na niyang hinihintay bilang isang architect. And this is the part where Eliana meets Sylvan, a famous engineer with a bad temper with female architect, as they joined to complete a big project. Eliana and Sylvan in one big project that resulted in one night's mistake. How did the bad temper Sylvan ended up waking up in one bed with the independent and mature Eliana? How will they deal with the aftermath of that one hot steamy night they've shared?

Bumping into her boyfriend screwing her roommate, Carina Osborn hit the bar to drown her sorrow. By a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with Rolando Mendez, the arch-enemy of her family. To keep her distance from him, she quit her job as the tutor of Rolando's brother. Rolando, however, grew more and more interested in her, finding every chance to meet her. As time went by, Carina gradually fell prey to his charm and care...

"If life has a physical form, I would've planned a revenge, but life has none. So I'll just move on to the life's most beloved... the world." - Kirsten Mosqueda --- School's Mister friendly, Tyson Guevarra, finds a strange notebook sitting on the chair of the bus stop. Out of curiosity, he picked it up only to find a strange letter entitled 'When the f***ing world ends.' Intrigued as to how and why did the owner wrote the letter. He plans to get closer to her, oblivious to the fact that every step he take exposes him into a great danger. ------- DISCLAIMER This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Story started: 060921 Store ended: --/--/--

My wolf had been wounded by silver. It took me two years to find a rare herbal cure. But before I could use it, my mate, Gary, gave it away—without hesitation—to my adopted sister, the Black clan’s darling, Jane. The healer told me I had only one week left to live. So, I made a decision: I would freeze my body. Preserve it. I donated myself to Jane’s Werewolf Research Facility—the one she took such pride in. The day I signed the donation agreement, my pup threw himself into my arms and said, “Mommy and Aunt Jane are finally getting along again!” My parents praised me, saying I had finally learned what sisterhood meant. Gary looked relieved. “You’ve finally let go of your resentment,” he said. “I’m proud of you.” I smiled faintly. Yes. I’ve finally learned to obey. I would return the title of Black clan heiress to Jane, and did my best to grant everyone their wishes. But it was only when they realized I could no longer fight back— when my body had been sealed away in cryostasis, cold and silent— that the regret began. Suddenly, they wanted to bleed for me. They wanted to compensate. They wanted to follow me into the grave. But where were they when I needed them, when I was still alive?

René Huang is a French-Chinese Painter who lives in France. He lives alone there when his parents are living in China. He is famous, rich, and handsome. Everything in his life was perfect until finally, unexpected events started happening in his life. He painted some paintings in his sleep, and there was a secret behind them. He wanted to find out the secret, and when he became a guest lecturer in an art university, he met a student who was related to the paintings. Their relationship was not good at first, but when they were investigating the paintings together, the romance started blooming. Note: This novel is inspired by my fanfiction that was posted on another platform. The idea and the story are mines. No plagiarism. Cover by MichelleLeeee

In a world where werewolf hierarchy determines everything, Daisy was born with the worst hand possible: Class S. The bottom rung barely worth acknowledging. Yet she's somehow found herself walking the hallowed halls of Lunar Crest Academy, where the elite supernatural heirs learn to rule. She doesn't belong here. Everyone knows it. But something pulled her to this place like a magnet. It was like a scent she couldn't resist. Then she discovered why. "If you tell anyone you're my mate, there will be consequences." The threat came from none other than the Academy's golden boy. The future Alpha of Alphas, and apparently, her destined mate. The same guy whose kiss still burns on her lips, whose touch ignites something primal inside her. It should be a dream come true for Daisy. In another life, she'd be celebrating. But in this reality? Their bond is forbidden and dangerous. It is something to be hidden away like a shameful secret while she watches other girls openly vie for his attention. Unnatural events that were never supposed to happen to her begin to surface, and hidden enemies follow her through the grand halls. Daisy is starting to realize this mate bond might be more than just inconvenient. It was deadly. And she's left wondering if finding her fated mate was the beginning of her story or the beginning of her end. How long can she live in the shadows of her own destiny before the truth drags her into the light?

On the day of my wedding, the video I had painstakingly prepared was suddenly replaced with intimate photos of my fiancé and my foster sister, Lindsey Remmington. Within minutes, it hit the top of the trending list. Overnight, I, a celebrated actress, became the abandoned bride of a wealthy family and a public laughingstock. Just when I thought I'd reached rock bottom, Connor Presley, the heir of Elluel City's most powerful family and the boy I'd grown up with, returned from abroad. In front of flashing cameras, he knelt with a diamond ring and proposed, silencing every rumor and every sneer. After we married, we appeared inseparable, our affection the picture of perfection. The only flaw was his infertility—his condition made it nearly impossible for me to conceive. For three long years, I underwent countless rounds of IVF. At last, I became pregnant. Connor was overjoyed. To celebrate, he threw an extravagant party in honor of our long-awaited child. But in the middle of the revelry, one of his closest friends, drunk and unguarded, muttered in Russian, "Connor, you've gone too far. Just because Lindsey was afraid pregnancy would ruin her figure, you put the zygote into Rachel's body and let her carry the baby for you two? If she ever finds out the truth, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." Connor's expression didn't waver. "This was Lindsey's only wish. I had to grant it," he replied coolly. "Besides, having a child with Lindsey has always been my dream. Only her child deserves to be the heir of the Presley family. The days ahead are long—I'll make it up to Rachel, eventually." I stood frozen, my body trembling uncontrollably. That night, I made an appointment for an abortion. When Connor stormed into the hospital, raging like a madman, I looked up at him with chilling calm and said, "I understand Russian."

Nadine Sullivan doesn't come home to have dinner with me on my birthday. Instead, she transfers 100 dollars to me and sends me a text, saying, "I love you." Coincidentally, a resident doctor at her hospital updates his social media with a photo. It's a screenshot of her transferring 10,000 dollars to him. She's also texted him, "I love you to the moon and back." I don't throw a tantrum or kick up a fuss. All I do is leave the city without hesitation. The first day after my departure, I hear that Nadine is unfazed. She says, "He'll be back after a few days." The first month after my departure, Nadine calls me. "I'll transfer 100 thousand dollars to you, alright? Can you come back now?" I've never wanted her money, though.

After an 800-meter run, I hide under the blanket to use the vibrating massager. At that moment, Uncle Theo barges into my room and asks coldly, "Does it feel that good?" I nod vigorously. The massage really does feel wonderful. Later, he yanks off his tie and uses it to bind my wrists. "It's too small and slow. Try me instead." I can only stare at him in bewilderment. But Uncle Theo, it's just a massage gun!

Anica Faith Mendez, a certified secret man-hater but a player during her teenage days, who believes that a man can cheat on his wife, a boyfriend can hook with other girls while winning the heart of his girl with sweet lines and a boy can always consider a girl as their toy. Waking up one day realizing that the world believed she's pregnant- a fake news that spread and caused her to seal the deal of making it real with... Caspian Alexander Arevalo- a certified secret playboy and a black sheep to his noble family's name. Upon knowing the man she seal deal with, it lights the fuse of her teenage days motto. "If he's a player, then I'll give him a game to remember." What if the playboy met someone who is secretly an expert on the field of 'playing hearts'. Will they be able to provide a family for their child? Or will they kept on playing on each other's heart.