Who Killed Eren

Book two (The Her Before You) Aria Maine is a new queen in need of a king consort to claim her throne. Her brother's best friend… "What are you doing Barry?" she whispered, watching his hands drizzle water up and down her arms after he dropped the shirt in the water. "I have absolutely no idea," he said, laying his mouth down on her shoulder, kissing it for the first time. The bad boy prince she fell for long ago… "Hey asshole! I didn't screw your sister's fiance okay? Nothing happened. Can I go home now?" "Shut up!" he growled, biting her lip. "Just shut up," he ordered, leaning into her, pressing his body up against hers before shoving his tongue down her throat. Prince charming, her ally in war… "My heart won't survive you, Aria Maine. Is there anyone that's not in love with you?" Three suitors. A ticking clock. Boy oh boy, (oh boy) how does a girl choose?

Grey Collins has the condition of hyperthymesia which allows him to remember practically every detail of his life with near-perfect accuracy. It is a condition in which an individual possesses a superior autobiographical memory. At a very young age, he witnessed the death of his father. His father was killed in their own home. Surrounded by a bunch of men. His father who's lying down on the floor covered with blood. He was killed cruelly and helplessly. To avenge his father's death, his dream to become a lawyer intensified. Hunting down all the people behind his father's death. A monster in court. A cold-blooded man. With the power of his memory, will he succeed? Will he be able to avenge his father's death? Will justice prevail? Having hyperthymesia, is it a blessing or a curse?

“You’re just like a sister to me.” Those were the actual words that broke the camel’s back. Not after what just happened. Not after the hot, breathless, soul-shaking night we spent tangled in each other’s arms. I knew from the beginning that Tristan Maverick was a line I shouldn’t cross. He wasn’t just anyone, he was my brother’s best friend. The man I spent years secretly wanting. But that night… we were broken. We had just buried our parents. And the grief was too heavy, too real.... so I begged him to touch me. To make me forget. To fill the silence that death left behind. And he did. He held me like I was something fragile. Kissed me like I was the only thing he needed to breathe. Then left me bleeding with six words that burned deeper than rejection ever could. So, I ran. Away from everything that cost me pain. Now, five years later, I’m back. Fresh from rejecting the mate who abused me. Still carrying the scars of a pup I never got to hold. And the man waiting for me at the airport isn’t my brother. It’s Tristan. And he's not the guy I left behind. He's a biker. An Alpha. And when he looked at me, I knew there was no where else to run to.

My three-year-old son looked nothing like my husband. Suspicious, my father-in-law secretly took my son for a paternity test. The results showed that there was no biological relationship between them. Furious and humiliated, my father-in-law erupted in anger, hurling insults at me and even threatening to kill us. My husband, just as enraged, slapped me hard across the face. "You shameless wrench! You've made me raise another man's child for three years!" As I stared at their accusing faces, I calmly produced another report—the paternity test between my husband and his father. It confirmed they weren't biologically related either. Their expressions froze in shock. With a faint smile, I said, "Looks like we don't know for sure who isn't part of this family, do we?"

At the class session joined by the school leaders and officials from the Department of Education, my lecture PPT was swapped for a sensational "Mistress's Charge Letter". "Charge one. Willingly being the other woman makes her an unsuitable role model for students." "Charge two. Attempting to secure a higher position through sex." "Charge three. Menacing the lawful wife with the absurd hope of advancing through pregnancy." Amidst the leaders and officials, my husband's illegitimate child accused me of disrupting her parents' marriage. In the name of "expelling the mistress to achieve justice", she coerced me, the true wife, into a humiliating bow to the mistress. I confronted my husband upon his arrival, "Care to explain? Why didn't I know that you had an illegitimate daughter?" He responded with a strike to the girl's face. "Where are you from, you unruly child? You're so ill-mannered!"

He shattered her heart to avenge a past that wasn’t hers. Now he desires her in his bed—as his wife. Marceline Valino once believed in love. She gave her heart—and her innocence—to Cross Dejava, the boy who whispered promises in the dark, igniting dreams of a forever that felt so real. But by morning, her world was left in ruins. Private photos were leaked, her name dragged through the mud, and at the eye of the storm? Cross, smirking, cold, and ruthless. “You mean nothing to me,” he said, delivering a blow that would leave scars. “You’re just the bastard daughter of my father’s mistress.” His vengeance had never aimed at her heart; it was meant to punish the daughter for her mother’s sins—an ex-lover who had torn his family apart. Pregnant and abandoned, Marceline begged for mercy, but all she received was the echo of his silence. When she lost the child, she lost every last piece of the girl she used to be. Now, five years later, she’s preparing to return—broke, desperate, and willing to do anything to save her ailing mother. Anything… except this. Because the man extending a lifeline isn’t a savior. It’s Cross. And he has no desire for her heartfelt apologies; he craves her complete submission. A contract marriage awaits her. No love. No escape. No mercy. But Marceline isn’t the naive girl he once broke. She’s a woman who has risen from the ashes, ready to play his game. And as the pieces of their lives fall into place, she’s determining when—exactly—she will ignite a fire that could burn it all down. The future promises a reckoning, and she's preparing to seize it.

Precious has always felt different from her peers, she has always had a hard time fitting in, so she wears a hoodie to be invisible but this only makes her visible and an easy target. Everything changes when a ghost Tommy suddenly appears and makes her life more complicated. Precious learns things about herself that her parents had kept from her, and realises she really isn't like others around her. Will she be able to fulfil her purpose?.

Sa mundo ng karahasan, matagpuan pa kaya ang tunay na pagmamahal? *** Simula pagkabata, naranasan ni Gaia ang pangungutya at pang-aalipusta dahil sa kakaibang marka na tinataglay niya. Itinuturing siyang salot na dapat layuan at iwasan. Lumayo siya sa karamihan at namuhay mag-isa, ngunit umaasa pa rin siyang magbabago ang takbo ng buhay niya. Isang araw, napili si Gaia bilang premier guard sa doom’s gate–ang pinaka-delikadong lugar sa buong kaharian. Akala niya’y simula na iyon nang pagbabagong gusto niya, pero paraan lamang pala iyon para mawala siya. Iba’t-ibang panganib ang hinarap ni Gaia, hanggang mawalan siya ng tiwala sa mga taong nasa paligid niya, ngunit nagbago ang lahat nang makilala niya si Aurus La Mier–ang estrangherong nagmamahal sa kakambal niya. Tutulungan siya nito, pero hindi para sa kaniya kundi sa kapatid niya. Paano haharapin ni Gaia ang mga bagong pagsubok sa pagdating ni Aurus? Mapigilan niya kaya ang puso na huwag umibig sa binata?

Evan is a non-believer of fate nor destiny. Not until, he met Shannon. There is something strange that pulls him towards her. Something so strong that it can drive him mad. But he despise her- she is a human being. However, no matter how he wanted to avoid and ignore her completely, he can't- he keeps on coming back to her. Lalong nagiging kumplikado ang lahat nang madamay ang kanyang nakababatang kapatid sa buhay nito. Lalo siyang naguluhan sa nararamdaman niya sa dalaga. Was it a mere obsession or...love? 'In a world where vampires are slowly integrating themselves into human society, everything becomes even more twisted and - deadly.'

My mother hated me, to the point that she wished I were dead. I knew I deserved to die. Sixteen years ago, if I hadn’t insisted on going out, my brother wouldn’t have died while trying to save me. Eventually, both of us got what we wished for. I got brain cancer. She had become a stranger to me as I forgot everything and went to die in blissful ignorance. Then, she went mad.