Writing Death Note

The night before I gave birth, my husband was in bed with another woman. At 39 weeks pregnant, Kaidora thought she was the luckiest woman alive. A loving husband. A happy marriage. A baby on the way. Until a midnight call shattered everything. “Your husband is so good in bed, I can't seem to get enough of him.” Moments later, a video arrived. Her husband, Ronald, the devoted man who claimed he was away on business… was tangled in sheets with another woman. While she prepared to give birth to their child. But betrayal was only the beginning. When her water broke, her mother-in-law refused to call an ambulance. When her baby was delivered, she was told the child was born deformed… and died. But something doesn’t add up. The prenatal reports were perfect. And her husband was desperate to stop her from investigating. Why? As grief turns into suspicion, Kaidora begins to uncover a horrifying truth: her child’s death may not have been an accident… and her marriage may have been a carefully crafted lie from the very beginning. I had two choices: crumble, or burn it all down. I chose the fire. Because a woman who survives betrayal, humiliation, and the loss of her child has nothing left to fear. Kaidora thought she knew what rock bottom looked like. She had no idea it was just the beginning — and that the man waiting to pull her back up would shake her world far more than the one who destroyed it. And when Kaidora rises from the ashes, she won’t just ask for justice. She will demand revenge.

Chanel Danica Suarez, a musically inclined fashion designer is living her dream. Everything she ever wanted is already on her reach. But despite having material things, she still felt emptiness inside especially, when she lost her mother. The piano became her companion which eased her longing and made her feel loved. But when she met Dior Louis Saavedra, the dullness that once filled her life became brighter. Could he be the missing note to her broken piece? Or would he be another reason for her to keep falling apart?

Tennessee is one of the music meccas of the United States. Different musicians were born in this city, but this is not a musical story; it is a scary story or a horrible story.

"Palagi na lang kasi akong nari-reject kapag nagpapasa ako ng libro ko sa Good Nobela at hindi ako pwedeng ma-reject this year. Alam mo namang may usapan kami ng Daddy. Hindi na niya ako pipilitin na mag-masteral kapag may naipasa akong libro. Eh, lagi akong nari-reject dahil nga ang mga sinusulat ko raw ay walang kilig. Kailangan daw mag-focus ako sa nararamdaman ng bida kapag nandyan ang mahal niya." -- Jornaliza Smith Ang nais lang naman ni Jornaliza Smith ay maging sikat na manunulat kaya nagpaturo siya sa bestfriend niyang si Luigi Chances kung paanong maging ‘manyak’. Kahit kasi kahit 23 years old na siya hindi pa siya nakaranas ng first kiss. So, paano pa niya mailalarawan kung paanong umakyat sa ikapitong glorya? On going na ang 'erotic session' nila ni Luigi ng biglang bumukas ang pintuan ng kanyang kuwarto at nakita sila ng kanyang Daddy na saksakan ng konserbatibo. Kaya, wala sa oras na napamartsa si Jornaliza sa harap ng altar. Shucks, ang nais lang niya ay maging sikat na manunulat, paano niya gagampanan ang papel bilang asawa kung wala namang spark sa pagitan nila ni Luigi? Eh, bakit parang may dumadaloy na milyun-milyong boltahe ng kuryente sa kanyang katawan kapag hinahalikan siya ng bestfriend niya?

Kila's world falls apart when she catches her boyfriend, Zane, in a moment of betrayal at a friend's wedding. Heartbroken and furious, she drives away in a haze of emotions, only to crash her car and wake up in the hospital with no memory of the man she once loved. As Kila tries to rebuild her life, Zane is determined to win her back. He proposes a contract marriage, promising to help Kila focus on her art while he escapes the pressure from his family to marry someone - a total lie and a desperate move for Zane to get Kila back.  However, as they settle into a new home, Kila feels a strange connection to Zane, whose caring gestures stir emotions she can’t explain. With each passing day, their bond deepens, but the truth about their past looms over them, threatening to tear them apart. Will Kila's heart awaken to the love they once shared, or will she remain lost in a fog of forgotten memories?

My fiancé, Conrad Reese, fell in love with his secretary, Kelly Dunn, and insisted on breaking off our engagement. I tried to reason with him. "She doesn't have any power behind her; she can't help you become the heir to the Reeses' fortune. You'd be better off keeping her as your mistress." Kelly, feeling insulted, threw herself off a building in front of everyone. Five years later, after he became the heir, the first thing he did was divorce me, destroying my family in the process. "This is what you owe Kelly," he said. I woke up again, and it was my 22nd birthday. Conrad's grandfather asked me what my wish was. "I hope Conrad and Ms. Dunn… will live happily ever after." I bowed slightly and said, "Please, Mr. Jonathan. I hope you'll let me end my engagement with Conrad."

While I was nine months pregnant, the apple of my husband’s eye moved into our house. Whenever she saw me, she would make a sad face. My husband was sure that I was flaunting my pregnancy to make her angry. “Rachel is frail, and she can’t get pregnant, yet you’re walking around making her upset?! Do I seriously have to teach you a lesson?!” He ordered the bodyguards to lock me in the attic that had not been in use for a long time and told them not to give me food. I pleaded for mercy and told him that the ultrasound scan showed that the twin babies were too big. I told him that the doctor had claimed that I had to be hospitalized while I waited for my delivery. But he laughed as if he had heard the world’s greatest joke. When he spoke, his voice was as cold as ice. “You’re still three days away from your delivery date! Enough with the pitiful act! Repent while you’re in the attic! This is what you get for making Rachel upset!” The contractions hurt so much that I clenched my fists to the point that my nails broke, but no one unlocked the door to the attic. My piercing screams echoed in the attic for a long time until my whole body was soaked in blood, and one of my babies was stuck between my bloody legs. Three days later, my husband ate his breakfast that was not up to his taste and said, “Have Jane make breakfast for me, then have her apologize to Rachel with a gift. If she’s sincere enough, I’ll send her to the hospital to deliver the babies.” But no one dared go up to the attic because the blood that flowed down from it had already reached the second step of the stairs.

Someone posted a love confession to me on the college's confession wall. But then my roommate's boyfriend left a comment claiming I had slept with every guy on campus. I was furious and ready to call the police. My roommate begged me to forgive her boyfriend, promising she'd make him apologize publicly on the confession wall. But before that apology ever came, an adult video started circulating in the student group chats. Everyone was saying I was the girl in the video. The college summoned me for a meeting and suggested I take a leave of absence. When I went home, my parents refused to acknowledge me as their daughter. I lost everything. Depression consumed me, and with the endless rumors, I finally gave in to despair and ended my life. When I opened my eyes again, it was the day my name first appeared on the confession wall.

Anastasia Kain and I were childhood sweethearts, but we resented each other for a lifetime. She blamed me for making decisions without her consent. I had awakened her memories and driven her first love to jump off a building. I blamed her for breaking her promise. She once swore she would love me forever, yet after losing her memory, she fell for someone else. We were married, but we lived like strangers who happened to share a roof. However, when I was diagnosed with ALS and the whole city urged her to divorce me, Anastasia carried me on her back and climbed 3,000 steps to reach a cathedral, praying day and night just for me to live a little longer. When the end finally came, she stayed beside my hospital bed all night, her forehead pressed gently against my cheek. In a trembling whisper, she said, "Mason, I've done everything I could for you in this life. If there's a next one, please don't make me remember again. Let me be with him." Tears slipped from the corners of my eyes. Only then did I realize I should never have chained her to me with the love we shared in our youth. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I first found Anastasia. This time, I chose to let her memories stay buried so that the girl I loved could run freely toward the man she had always wanted.

“Stay away from me.” If he didn't want to agree to this divorce, I was going to make him. Killian, however, staggered, brushing his thumb over his wound. At the sight of his blood he burst into laughter. “My dear wife. You have taken up a new habit.” Rolling his tongue over the bottom of his lips, he nodded attentively. “Bite, stab, hit me, but you are mine.” All the energy drained as I panted. “I hate you.” He smiled. “Good. You feel something for me." *** On the last day of her mate’s burial ritual, Freya was executed by Alpha Killian's mistress. She finds herself in heartbreak when she discovers that her mate had left her with nothing—not even her life. Ten years of marriage erased, as if it never happened. After death, she is reborn, three months into her marriage. Determined to avoid future disaster, she filed for divorce against her executioner. Unexpectedly, her mate—Alpha Killian bluntly rejects her request. He is her ruin, yet she is drawn to him. In this life, things seem out of place because her mate is obsessed. Anything she wants, he wants to give…..even his life. Trapped between trauma, desire, and revenge, Freya faces impossible choices. Reconcile with the man who could destroy or save her? Give in to the devoted Gamma who has never left her side? Or… claim them both. Sometimes, one life isn’t enough.