Witchcraft In Philippines

Maria is just another girl who is now out of college and searching for a job. She is a people's pleaser and knowing her past very little, she believes what others tell her blindly. However, knowing her family she has to sacrifice some things in life. But is that sacrifice worth it? When the cold-hearted billionaire and a Mafia boss married Maria who is unknown to his world from the start, takes care of him, he finds himself being cared for. He never behaves as if he is a mob boss when she is around, never showing his emotions to others but in front of her, he was all hers. Alessandro having a dark past makes Maria curious about what he does. Will she find out or be oblivious to it?

He said I couldn’t do it, but he was wrong. An old professor at UCLA promised me that I would make nothing of myself, so I made sure I did. To the tune of billions. I’m only a little cocky about it. Yachts, parties, and one-night events pretty much spell out my life. And all of it works well until I run into a beauty I can’t get out of my head. But we’re keeping it friendly and casual until we aren’t. There’s just one problem. Her old man hates me. And for good reason. He was my UCLA professor. He’s dead set against me becoming anything important to his little girl, but the old man’s got it all backward. I’m not looking to make an example out of our passion or prove a point. This isn’t about hit it and quit it. His daughter is mine, and he might kick me out, but she’s letting me all the way in.

For a chance to avenge her family, Angelica married the enemy--Curtis Arciero, the ruthless owner of the most famous nightclub in the city, a cold-hearted asshole with a heart made of stone. Keep your friends close and your enemies even closer, they say. But when the flames got too hot to handle and the chemistry too much, she realized she had a bigger problem at hand. Does keeping the enemy close include falling for his charm?

SMA Garuda. Tempatnya berbagai spesies langka di Bandung, di antaranya : Titan Darmawan, si cewek lemot, keras kepala, belum lagi rakus. Suatu hari, dengan tidak penuh pertimbangan ia membuang kopi panas dari kelasnya di lantai dua yang sukses membasahi Tristan yang lagi bolos cantik. Punya sahabat bernama Rheva, geulisnya turunan Jawa-Surga. Sayang hatinya turunan malaikat pencabut nyawa. Sah-sah saja ketika menonton sahabatnya jadi bulan-bulanan siswa lain. Ada lagi Tristan Sagara. Si perokok, tukang bolos, tapi syukur-syukur diberkahi wajah yang oke. Dengan senang hati membalas dua kali lipat perbuatan cewek yang berani menyiramnya hingga ia ketahuan bolos. Sifatnya sudah macam penjajah jaman kolonial. Hari-harinya juga tidak lupa ditemani Bams yang selalu menjadi yang terdepan dalam memberi ide jahanam untuk menjahili Titan. Ada pula Nyong si pujangga pantun, dan terakhir Sandi si sadboy. Berbagai hal mewarnai hari-hari Titan dan Tristan di tahun terakhir mereka memakai seragam abu-abu. Mulai dari cerita yang berasa asin macam micin hingga manis rasa gulali, maupun pahit rasa obat.

The infamous Aleksander Konstantinov is an important executive with an impeccable name, a perfect image and a life that every mortal would like to have. Although pragmatic, by day he is a correct being, apparently the prince charming that women look for in a fairy tale, being in reality insidious, because when the moon rises he is a crooked, frivolous man, he is dangerous, at night his dark side and The most evil desires take over his dark and implacable soul, unleashing all the demons in him.

He bit his lip for a while. "Just because we kissed doesn't mean that I like you." I chuckled. "I know." "I still hate you." "I heard you the first couple of times." He hesitated. "And if we kiss again, I still don't like you." ~ Henry Young is an antisocial highschool student. Due to the death of his older brother, Nate, his fear of abandonment made him distance himself from others. He stayed low, only talked when necessary and never joined many social circles. One day, a young man moves in with his family and despite Henry's anger, he can't seem to take his eyes off him. Because of Andre's outgoing nature, Henry is convinced that they're complete opposites and will never come to good terms with each other. But each moment they spend around each other keeps proving him wrong and maybe, just maybe, he doesn't see Andre as a brother figure.

To save her mother's life, Annika agreed to marry her boss, Caspian Timothy Ferrer, in exchange of a huge amount to finance her mother's operation. They signed a contract, and one rule was made, “No strings attached". What happens when they start breaking the rule they made to make way for the unfamiliar feelings arising in them? Will Annika finally have her happy ever after, or will she stay as his wife in Contract?

On our wedding night, my husband didn't stay long enough to toast with champagne. He left me alone at the reception and retreated to the chapel. Because from the very beginning, this stoic, untouchable man had only ever loved my younger sister. For three years of my marriage, I poured myself into thawing a heart of stone, only to be met with glacial silence. "Claire," he said coldly, "I'd rather take vows of celibacy than ever love you." But when the truck came barreling toward me, the man who had resented me his entire life used his own body to shield mine. Just before I lost consciousness, I saw him gripping the paramedic's sleeve, blood staining his lips. "Don't tell that crazy woman who saved her… And don't let my family… make things difficult for her." Tears welled in my eyes. Only then did I realize I wasn't the only one at fault in this marriage. After coming back to life, I chose to join the United Nations Peacekeeping Forces and head straight to the front lines. If we were never meant to grow old together in this life, then let my final wish for him be this: A lifetime of peace, and an eternity of never crossing paths with me again.

During an ambush, I risked everything to save Matthew, but in doing so, I lost the ability to stand—my legs were permanently damaged. Matthew was devastated. Holding me close, he swore he would love me forever and never betray me. Overwhelmed with emotion, I agreed to marry him. In secret, I sought medical treatment, and after a long, gruelling journey, the day finally came when the doctor told me I could walk again. Overjoyed, I rushed home, eager to share the incredible news with him. However, the moment I pushed open the door, my world collapsed. Matthew was fooling around with his female assistant—right there in our home. On our bed. Wrapped in each other's arms, they kissed passionately, completely lost in the moment. As things heated up, the woman gazed at him and murmured, "Matt, why don't you just leave that cripple? She can't satisfy you at all." "Don't you love the thrill of sneaking around? It wouldn't be nearly as exciting if I left her." A wave of icy rage surged through me. So that was what our marriage meant to him—nothing more than a twisted game, a joke between him and his mistress. Drained and heartbroken, I turned and walked out. That night, I booked a flight back to my hometown. I was done with this city. Let Matthew live with his regret.

When the flood hit, my husband, Patrick Holmes, who was part of the rescue team, stood between me and his first love, Victoria Clarke, torn with hesitation written all over his face. Without thinking twice, I shoved the only lifebuoy into Victoria's arms. In my previous life, Patrick had handed the lifebuoy to me instead and stayed behind with Victoria, choosing to die alongside her. Just before they both drowned, rescuers arrived in the nick of time and pulled him out, but Victoria didn't make it—she drowned that day. After that, he devoted himself completely to me, taking care of me in every moment of our daily lives. I had thought that the disaster made him cherish me more, but I was wrong—so terribly wrong. While I was hospitalized, Patrick unplugged my oxygen tank himself. He hissed, "If you hadn't insisted on going home to rest that day, I wouldn't have been torn on who to save, and she wouldn't have died. Now, you'll atone to her in the afterlife." I struggled helplessly as my vision blurred and death crept in. Then, everything went dark. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day the flood began.