Wolfman Furniture

Isla is a famous furniture owner and she is also known for her savage, hot-temperedness, and feisty attitude. She left Clover (land of mystical creatures) when she was betrayed by Henry, the one she loved the most 20 years ago. She became heartless and brutal to men and always felt the need to avoid them because she always thought that men always wanted something, just like what Henry did to her. Now that she has everything that life can offer, a sudden reunion with her first love happened. Henry is now a famous director in a broadcasting studio and is still young and handsome just like before. Isla reconciled her memories with him and realized that she didn't leave Clover because of the betrayal, she left Clover thinking that her feelings for Henry will soon leave her system. Will history repeat itself where he chose to love the mortal? Or will a sprinkle of pixie dust change the course of fate and give us a new meaning of love?

MY ANONYMOUS BOSS IS THE FATHER OF MY CHILD. **** Ayumi Hilary Serra came from a poor family. Everything is difficult for her as she was a working student. But things suddenly became more complicated after she got pregnant by a stranger. Her life was put in a state of turmoil… uncertainty, anxiety and social disturbances arise. She needed to stop studying and find a job. Blaming the stranger for getting her pregnant is all she can do. After three years, she was hired into a big company, the D.E.M Furniture company, as a janitress. She didn't know the real name of her boss or atleast its physical appearance. Little did she know that her anonymous boss is the father of her child. What will happen if the two cross their path again? Will they recognize each other?

` It was a cool, breezy and stormy night. Rain came down in sheets, as a dark figure stood before a house. The house was pretty ordinary, white with blue shutters; it didn't have more than two bedrooms. It looked like a cozy little family home with flowers and shrubs lining the front lawn, and then the smell from the pellet stove smoke invaded his nostrils. He took a deep breath and pulled out an old, rusted compass from his black trench coat. It looked like it could have been from the 14th century, the small, brass disc was dented and the Victorian designs were faded. He studied it as it pointed east, towards the small house. He looked the house over carefully, looking for the best entrance, before proceeding towards the side to gaze into the window. Inside you can see the small kitchen; the brand new, all black appliances off set the linoleum floor. Cabinets filled almost every wall of the small space that made it look more crowded than it should have been. The kitchen opened to a larger room which seemed to be used as a living room and a dining room all at once. The whole house looked crowded, with the furniture in the living room all touching except for a small gap to walk through and the dining room was so close to the sofa, it could have been sitting on it. He stepped back into the shadows as he watched a young couple enter the kitchen. The wife was tall and slender, had strawberry blond hair formed around her face accenting her jaw-line and her deep blue eyes stopped your heart as you got lost in them. Her fair complexion was silky and complimented her soft face.

Claire life crashes when she comes home to an empty apartment. Her boyfriend, Ben had run away with all her savings, sold all her furniture, leaving her with nothing but a broken heart. She tries to forget the heart ache by having a one night stand with a handsome stranger. Her luck changed when her father, a media mogul, who she never thought existed shows up introducing her to her step brother. But in an odd twist she realizes that he was her one night stand.

After years of running from her past, Lissa returns to the one place she never wanted to see again—her childhood home. The town hasn’t changed, but Lissa has. Now a mother, a wife, and a survivor, she’s trying to rebuild a life while standing on the crumbling foundation of her trauma. Just a few months. Just until she finds her footing. But the house doesn’t let go so easily. It smells of mildew and memory. Dust covers more than furniture—it coats every secret Lissa tried to bury. As she navigates motherhood, old friendships, and a strained relationship with her sister, Lissa discovers more than ghosts in the attic. A photograph violently scribbled out. A letter from someone she hoped was lost to time. And a journal that brings her back to the girl she used to be. Her husband, Colt, tries to be her anchor. Her son, Lucas, is her reason to fight. But a single name—just one letter, T—is all it takes to fracture her resolve. The past isn’t dead. It’s waiting in the basement. In a letter tucked behind old receipts. In the quiet corners of her memory where no one else can go. As the days pass, the house begins to feel like a trap.Lissa must decide if she’s strong enough to dig through the wreckage of her past… or if some secrets are better left buried. Told with raw emotion and atmospheric suspense, House of Quiet Screams is a story of trauma, resilience, and the silent strength it takes to confront what once felt un faceable. For Lissa, surviving was never the end of the story—facing what comes after might be the beginning.