What Is The Purpose Of Living

Loria thought she was just a normal girl with overprotective parents and a best friend who knew her better than anyone. But everything changes on her seventeenth birthday—when her body shifts into a wolf and the truth unravels faster than she can run. She isn’t human. And she may not even be fully werewolf. Fleeing home with nothing but instinct and a mysterious amulet, Loria follows a pull she can’t explain and discovers a hidden pack led by the Alpha she’s fated to love. But Simon is more than just her mate—he’s the anchor in a storm she never saw coming. Inside her, another voice grows louder: Zerina, a powerful wolf spirit with memories of fire, blood, and ancient magic. As Loria uncovers the divine truth of her origins and the depths of the power she carries, she must learn to balance two souls, protect her found family, and decide whether survival is enough—or if she was born to lead. In a world of wolves, witches, and wars long buried, Loria must embrace who she is... even if it burns everything she thought she knew.

"I will not allow you to choose what days to love me." Klaire Hendoza, has a simple and peaceful life. A man will come, she will love him w/ all her heart. But... he will leave her, while she 's bearing his child. Five years later, Luis Mendrano came back. He turned out to be a well-known Mafia Boss. They were brought back w/ him to be protected. But, she made a wrong choice. Because she will experience the dreadful life w/ him. Will she stay? With the cruel and dangerous Mafia Boss. Who wants her killed.

I was twelve when Henry Shaw took me home from the orphanage, gave me a new name, put me through school, and gave me a good life. Ten years later, his first love returned from abroad. Her name sounded like mine, and her face looked like a mirror image. I quickly realized I had been a stand-in all along. Crushing the diagnosis in my pocket, I decided that I was going to live the rest of my life for myself, even if I did not have much time left.

I don't know how it happened. One minute I'm living an extremely lonely life and all it takes is getting lost to change all of that. But, change is good, right? Yeah, if you take the fact that I was entrusted with the most adorable little girl as good. Throw in a reunion with a twin brother that I haven't seen in years and a gang of bad boys to the pile and all is peachy keen. As complicated as it seems, there's more. Now, I have to keep a certain mystery boy away from me for my own sake. I have to deal with a brother that thinks these bad boys are his new best friends. And on top of all of that, someone's after me. Forget the fact that this is senior year. Why can't I just be Khloe Mason, an uncoordinated mess of fandoms. Now, I'm The Bad Boy's...What?

As Jastrelle's golden girl, I draw lots to pick my groom, and fate finally hands me Felix Ledger, the childhood sweetheart I've wanted forever. During the impromptu wedding, a funeral convoy belonging to a scion of a rich family in Jastrelle passes right outside. I hate the omen. Felix laughs, pulls me into his arms, and places the veil over my head himself. "I'll take it as a good omen. With you, I'm covered from first breath to last," he says. His adoptive sister, Winnie Ledger, hears him, bursts into tears, and bolts outside. The funeral convoy runs her down, and she dies. Felix barely reacts. Three years later, Dad is framed, driven into bankruptcy, and falls gravely ill. He dies, and I lose everything. At the funeral, Felix sends everyone off, shoves me into the open grave, and buries me alive. He spits, "You rigged everything to get me. You left Winnie ruined. She bolted outside, and that funeral convoy ran her down. For three years, remorse has eaten me alive. I want you torn apart! "With your last protector gone, I can finally make you suffer a hundredfold the pain Winnie felt and ease my hatred!" When I open my eyes, I'm back at the groom-selection ceremony. Dad smiles as he hands me the lots. I shake my head, look out the window, and point at the funeral convoy passing outside. "I'm not choosing anyone. I'll marry that dead man!"

Juliana has everything that money could buy, at hindi kasama doon ang pagmamahal ng isang magulang. Her mother made sure of that the day she married her stepfather, a man twice her age, in exchange for wealth and status. Kaya naman nang mabalitaan niyang nasawi ang mga ito sa isang aksidente, wala siyang naramdaman na kahit ano. Ni isang patak ng luha ay walang tumulo mula sa kanya. She already lost to money the only family she had, kaya hindi na bago sa kanya 'to. For sure, after going through their burial, she would be back at the all-girls boarding school they sent her away to, and everything would stay the same. But just when she thought that nothing would ever change, nalaman niya ang laman ng last will ng kanyang ina. To claim her inheritance, kailangan niyang tumira sa iisang bubong kasama ang kanyang stepbrother, her stepfather’s only child from his first wife, until she turns 21 years old. Ang problema? She just turned nineteen a week ago before their accident! Dalawang taon niyang kailangang magtiis sa poder ng taong pinaka-ayaw niya sa lahat. At ang mas malaking problema? Their state, the mansion where her stepbrother currently resides, is far from the city and the life that she’s used to! It’s in a secluded area in a remote province! What would her life be like from now on? Hindi puwede ‘to! Mamamatay muna siya bago siya tumira kasama ang lalaking ‘yon na masahol pa sa demonyo ang ugali! But between hatred, lies, and the forbidden tension she couldn’t name, matutuklasan ni Juliana na may mga bagay na hindi kanyang diktahan, lalo na ang puso. — THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE THEMES, EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, AND SCENES THAT MAY BE DISTURBING OR TRIGGERING TO SOME READERS.

Lumaki si Antonella Martinez sa Canada. Pero napilitan siyang bumalik sa Pilipinas nang mabalitaan niyang inatake sa puso ang kanyang ama. Sa kanyang pagbabalik, hindi niya inaasahan na ito na pala ang huling pagkakataong makikita niya ito. Bago pumanaw ang kanyang ama ay inihabilin na pala niya ito sa pangangalaga ng stepbrother nito. Laking gulat ni Antonella nang malamang isa palang kilalang Governor ang Uncle niya. At mas lalo siyang nabigla nang sa una pa lang nilang pagkikita ay tila may kakaiba na siyang naramdaman para sa lalaking halos doble ang edad sa kanya. Si Gabriel Ignacio ay isang Gobernador. Sa edad na thirty-eigth, kilala siya bilang walang oras sa pag-ibig. Pero magbabago ang lahat nang mapunta sa kanyang pangangalaga si Antonella. Mapipigilan ba niya ang kanyang damdamin? O tuluyan siyang mahuhulog sa alindog ng dalagang itinuring niyang responsibilidad?

My best friend's brother and I have been dating for half a year, and she has no clue. My best friend drags me out on Christmas for a singles' night out. Unexpectedly, we see her brother, Chris Lambert, holding hands and kissing a girl under the fireworks. "Damn, Chris finally got the school belle!" She looks thrilled and pulls me forward to say hi. Chris awkwardly rubs his nose and introduces me to his girlfriend, "This is my sister, and the one beside her is… sort of like my sister too." I smile silently. We have held hands and kissed, yet now, I am just sort of like his sister.

Five years ago, Suri ruptured her uterus pushing Bruce out of the path of a car. The injury left her unable to have kids. But Bruce didn't care—he still pushed for the wedding. After they got married, he poured nearly everything into her. Or so she thought. Then came the scandal. One of his business rivals leaked it, and just like that, the truth exploded online—Bruce had another woman. She was already over three months pregnant. That night, he dropped to his knees. "Suri, please. I'll fix it. I won't let her keep the baby..." And Suri? She forgave him. But on their fifth anniversary, she rushed to the hotel Bruce had reserved—only to find something else entirely. In the next room, Bruce sat beaming, surrounded by friends and family, celebrating that mistress's birthday. The smile on his face—pure joy. A smile she'd never once seen from him. That was the moment she knew. It was over. Time to go.

After the plane crash, my body was never recovered. My soul drifted back to the home I hadn't stepped foot in for five years. They didn't know I was dead. They were still waiting for me to come home for Christmas. When my mom got the call from the airline, she froze for a long time, completely at a loss, before breaking down in tears. I followed them as they went to the memorial crash site. That was when I noticed something strange—I could see their levels of regret hovering above their heads. My brother's regret level read: 40%. My father's showed: 60%. Even my sister-in-law had 30% over her head. But my mother's regret level? It flashed a cold, unchanging 0%.