Why Isn't District 3 A Career District Mga Nobela at Kwento

My boyfriend pulled in two million a year. He told me that once he'd banked five hundred thousand, he'd invest in my gallery. Year one, he said the startup was bleeding money; he hadn't saved a cent. Year two, he needed a new car to keep up appearances; no funds for me. By year five, he was on his private yacht brokering a major deal and told me not to bother him. I stood outside the cabin door and listened to the laughter rolling out from inside. "If Celeste wanted to open a gallery, Eth would write her a million-dollar check without blinking." "Hell yeah. If Celeste hadn't gone abroad back then, that knockoff he's got now wouldn't even be in the picture." Ethan's voice drifted through the crack in the door, lazy, dismissive. "Enough. Emily's been with me five years. I'll still put something in for her." "She's a free drafting machine. She's not worth five hundred grand. One day's revenue at the firm, maybe. Call it round. Two thousand bucks." My eyes burned. I pulled out my phone and called the one man Ethan hated most in all of New York, Adrian Sterling. "Mr. Sterling. That partnership agreement you offered me? I'm signing it first thing tomorrow morning."

"Just try and make a wish when I'm around, okay, pigeon?" He smiled. I smirked and raised an eyebrow, folding my arms on my chest, "what good is a genie if I can't make a wish when he is not around?" He took a step closer, his ocean blue eyes twinkling in the sun and he whispered in my ear, "because you will like to see how handsome I look when fulfilling your wish." Molly is not a typical teenage girl who blushes when a boy speaks to her. She is known for her sharp annoying tongue and she never hesitates in using it. One day in the cafeteria, the rumoured bad boy approached her, asking to be her genie. But what she didn't expect was for him to wish himself into her heart and right after proclaiming her love to him, she learnt of something that not only broke her heart but shattered her soul.

After a monthlong cold war, Liesel Sharp is in the hospital when she receives word of her husband throwing a welcome-back party for his true love. When she returns home, Jacob Ford hands her a divorce agreement. "She's back, so let's divorce." "Alright." The past three years have been nothing but a farce. This time, Liesel is really out of hope for him. After the divorce, Jacob sees articles about Liesel everywhere. She's out and about with a new man; she's also a rising star in the business world. She's everywhere he looks. Finally, Jacob, who has always been arrogant and proud, gives in. "Have you had enough? It's time to come home with me. Please." Liesel acts like she doesn't hear him. Later, he resorts to hanging around outside her home day and night. This changes one day when the door opens, and a man looks at him with a mocking smile. "Lili's tired, Mr. Ford. She doesn't have time to enjoy your pitiful act."

Three years ago, billionaire Voy Ricks faked his death and vanished from Priska’s life. She grieved, rebuilt, and raised their three kids alone. Then he shows up alive. He says he did it to protect her. Then he stages their kids’ kidnapping to force her back. Priska doesn’t owe him anything. But the kids do. Going back to Voy means facing the man who lied to her, the woman he used to hurt her, and a courtroom that could take her children away. But the truth is worse: the clause in the divorce papers he “forgot” to mention.

Ever since Sera’s parents were banished from the Nox Pack for betrayal, life has been miserable. Everyone looked at her with hate and suspicion. Whispers followed her wherever she went, and no matter how hard she tried to stay invisible, the past never let her go. Only Mia, the Alpha’s younger sister, stood by her—her best and only friend. Everything changed on the night of the bond-matching ceremony. Mia dragged her there, hoping for something good. But when the Moon Goddess revealed Sera’s fated mate, it was Victor, the Alpha of the Nox Pack— the man who blamed her family for his father’s death. And in front of everyone, he rejected her. Sera was shattered. Once again, punished for sins that weren’t hers. She wanted to run, but fate had other plans. That same night, she met Mike, the future Alpha of the Skoll Pack—powerful, cold, and dangerous. He saved her life, but neither knew how much their worlds were about to change. Mike fell for her, and for the first time, Sera felt seen. But a deadly secret stood between them. Mike wanted revenge. He believed Victor and his new Luna must die for stealing from his pack. What he didn’t know was that Sera is that Luna—the woman he swore to destroy. Now lines are blurred. Old wounds reopen. And love becomes the most dangerous game of all. What happens when Victor realizes his old friend wants the woman he rejected? What happens when Mike discovers the woman he loves belongs to his enemy? And in the end… who will Sera choose?

Feisty, witty and assertive, Wynn Mayfield speaks her mind and refuses to settle for anything in life- especially men. She is nicknamed the Romance Widow because of her list of standards topped by fictional men- a list she uses as a weapon against any chance of romance. Life is going pretty well for her, and she couldn't be more satisfied. That is, until Ethan Sterling; her highschool bully and first love- the one responsible for her worst heartbreak- shows up and turns her world upside down with a confession of love. Gentle, warm and innocently charming with an unshakable optimism, Ethan Sterling is anything BUT the bully she knew in highschool. Wynn wants him gone, but he is a formidable foe. Determined to win her over, he challenges her list: He will prove his love by beating the standards set by her favourite fictional men. Witty banters, a chance for revenge, hilarious fails and romantic tension. Will Ethan succeed in capturing Wynn's heart?

My husband, Julian Harlow, has died, leaving behind a five-million-dollar debt. I decide to inherit his debt right away. However, my best friend, Evangeline Frost, goes crazy from worry because of my decision. In my previous life, Evangeline had advised me to not inherit Julian's debt because he didn't have any assets. So, I signed the agreement to give up on inheriting his assets and declare that I had nothing to do with Julian in order to escape from the debt. But the debtors kept haunting me. They even kidnapped my son, Shawn Harlow, just to force me to pay the debt. The debtors were extremely violent and ruthless. On top of that, they kept using Shawn's safety as leverage over me. Every time they forced me to pay the debt, I felt as though I was being tormented slowly yet painfully. In just 24 hours, I asked all of my relatives for help, but I was only able to gather 100 thousand dollars. In the end, Shawn never escaped from his fate. I was sold to Northreach by the cruel debtors in order for the debt to be cleared. But that was when Evangeline claimed that her own son had finally returned to his roots, thus successfully inheriting the assets of a billionaire. I finally found out that said billionaire was actually my dead husband when I watched the news on the TV. Only then did realization dawn on me. Julian was pretending to be poor this whole time. It turned out that Evangeline's son was actually his illegitimate child. The assets that I had given up all went to Evangeline and her son in the end. Filled with resentment, I tried to escape back to the country in order to settle the score with Evangeline, only to die to the electric fence surrounding the slave camp in Northreach. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Evangeline tells me to give up on the assets.

The world loves the word dominating… Our parents will love it when you listen to them but what if you suddenly started to take your own decision. We all want parental love when you don’t get that enough we will look for a person who can share our burden right? Exactly a boyfriend/girlfriend… Your love will be cool and all those lovey-dovey at first but what we don’t realize is to become a puppet in their hands. If you don’t agree with them they will start beating you to death, insulting you in front of others. Trust me your parents are best than this girlfriend/boyfriend, they never beat you and they always think for you. I am not talking on behalf of everyone; I am just talking about the girl named Saanvi who suffered mental losses just because of everyone’s dominating manner. She accidentally married a guy called Austin; she was happy to have him in her life but what if it won't last long? Will, she became weak to face two breaks?

My mom is terrified of being laughed at by others the most. Whenever the holidays are here, she will keep repeating one sentence to me—"Don't go around embarrassing me." When my relatives gather around and chat with each other, I accidentally knock a fruit platter over. Mom drags me over and slaps me on the spot. At the holiday feast, I grab extra pieces of steak for myself. Mom responds by kicking my chair over. When it's time for the holiday gifts to be distributed, my aunt, Gabriella Hall, has miscalculated the number of children present among the family. So, she has prepared one less gift for the occasion. Mom doesn't hesitate to kick me out of the apartment, leaving me shivering in the cold corridor in just my indoor clothes. The icy winds chill me to the bone. I keep slamming my palms on the front door while screaming and crying my apologies at Mom, and yet she remains unmoved and silent. Instead, she turns to face Aunt Gabriella with an apologetic smile on her face. "I'm really sorry. I didn't raise my daughter well. It's only fair that you ridicule me." What Mom doesn't know is that I get triggered whenever I hear the word "ridicule" thanks to her so-called parenting lessons. Whenever I hear that word, I want nothing more than to hurt myself uncontrollably. So when I hear the word "ridicule" coming out of Mom's mouth through the front door, I turn on my heel quietly and begin making my way toward the bridge next to the neighborhood that's plunged into darkness. The moment I jump from the bridge, the only thought I have is, "Mom, no one will ridicule you because of me this time."

As my due date approaches, my husband's precious mistress falls into the water at a banquet. After being rescued, she immediately accuses me of pushing her. To "avenge" her, he throws me into a modified stainless steel water tank. I beg him, pleading for the sake of our unborn children. But he only sneers. "Don't try to use the babies to guilt me! You've still got a week before you're due. I know exactly how vicious you are—any child of yours would be just as rotten. Stay in there and reflect on your behavior. I'll let you out when you finally admit you're wrong!" Five days later, my husband returns home from a night out with his mistress, calling for me to come downstairs and serve them, as always. He doesn't know that my babies and I have already rotted beyond recognition.