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Zeith Marie Mendoza is an introvert who loves to stay at her own bubble. Some people might mistaken to take her actions as kill joy but her personality was the one who is holding her up to be it. But when Ry came in to her life, a sudden magic bursted inside her. She was no longer afraid to step outside her own world. She could do anything without any hesitation. But the condition is only when she's with Ry. With him, she find a surprising comfort. At first, she mistook that feeling for a friend relationship. But things weren't as smooth as she wanted. Someone had to step up so that things could happen. A hole will left her question her own feelings, towards him. Making her realize that it was rare. And for keeps. But those unfamiliar electric shocks were enough to put some fright against her, leaving her overthink against the situations. Plotting what ifs like what will happen when she go for it, will it be worthy? or not. But the moment when she knew she had to take a step, whether to take it or leave it that way. And Ry was too confident. He asked them to cherished the moment within the confusion among them. They knew that choosing decisions would take time. And they did. After while of thinking, realizations had hit them hardly. They shouldn't and couldn't escape the feeling because it was already written on their destiny's. They just have to accept and go for it because it will. always be worth it.

When I open my eyes again, I notice that I'm lying on the bed of my archnemesis, Ashton Ford. Ashton calmly puts on his clothes before tossing a card at me, telling me to get out. He then looks at the caretaker stationed by the door and asks helplessly, "Is Sunny still throwing a tantrum? Tell her that we're going to be engaged soon. She can't leave women in my bed just because she's angry." I'm about to say something when a stream of comments appears before my eyes. "Here comes another one hoping to sleep her way into a prestigious position. Mr. Ford only loves Sunny. If she didn't comfort him, he might have taken his own life after what happened to Elizabeth a long time ago." "Can the author stop trying to force these flings onto him? It wasn't easy for Sunny to achieve success after taking over as the female lead. I want to see them live a sweet married life." "Unless Mr. Ford's dead first love, Elizabeth Miller, comes back to life, no one can possibly touch Sunny's position in Mr. Ford's heart." Confusion is written all over my face. I'm Elizabeth Miller. Since when did I become Ashton's first love?

"This is a notice regarding proper use of the air conditioning. Please sign to acknowledge receipt." My six-year-old son stood there with a stern little frown, slapping a sheet of paper down in front of me. I glanced at the page. Written in colorful marker were several neatly listed "charges." The whole thing felt absurd. When I did not respond, he pointed at the paper like a tiny adult. "Mom, you didn't turn the air down in time yesterday. That could've affected my health. It was very irresponsible." I looked toward my husband, who had just gotten home from work, hoping he would say something, anything, in my defense. Instead, he snatched up the paper and slapped it down on the table, his voice sharp. "Can't you be more attentive? Our son's health comes first. If you can't even handle something this simple, what kind of mother are you?" With someone backing him up, our son's eyes immediately reddened. He burst into tears. "Mom doesn't love me!" The two of them, playing judge and jury, left me suddenly breathless. "Fine," I said at last. "If I'm such an unfit mother, I'll leave. Let your father find you a new one, someone who knows how to set the air conditioning properly."

(SSPG WARNING, Read at your own risk!) What if one day you discovered that your father sold you to a handsome billionaire who doesn't know how to love? That all he needs from you is your body? Piere Monecidad frowned as he stared at the woman, Lumi Torinio, who was sold by her own father to pay off his debts and gambling addiction for twenty million. "Don't lecture me about love, Lumi," Piere said firmly, gazing dispassionately at the innocent face of Lumi. "It's written in the contract that I'm only interested in your body, and that's all you're here for. Don’t you dare cross the line by trying to teach me how to love someone." Piere grasped Lumi's small face, his green eyes uninterestedly staring into her anxious gaze. "Don't try to teach me to love you. Because what you want will never happen, do you understand me?" He tightened his grip on Lumi's jaw before bending down and kissing her lips, leaving Lumi stunned. "Answer me," Piere demanded firmly. "P-Piere—" "Give me the answer I want, Lumi. Stop calling my name," he commanded with authority. "I-I understand, Piere," Lumi answered nervously, causing Piere to smirk and plant light kisses on her lips.

By day, Don Pope is the untouchable king of Cross City’s financial empire. By night, he is something far darker—an infamous mafia don whose enemies vanish before dawn. Ethan Cole never intended to cross paths with a monster like him. One quiet night drive across the city turns into a nightmare when Ethan is kidnapped by masked men and thrown into an underground cage beneath the most luxurious mansion in Cross City—Don Pope’s estate. When the Don himself descends to inspect the prisoners his men captured, something unexpected happens. The moment Don Pope looks into Ethan’s eyes, he stops walking. He was supposed to pass the cage. Instead, he orders the others released… except for Ethan. What begins as cruel possession soon spirals into something neither of them expected. Don becomes obsessed with the fiery captive who refuses to bow to him. Ethan swears he would rather die than submit to the ruthless mafia lord. But obsession is a dangerous thing. What starts with violence slowly becomes dependence. Hatred becomes something far more complicated. And in a city built on betrayal, blood, and power, the line between captor and lover begins to blur. As war erupts between rival mafia families and secrets about Ethan’s past begin to surface, Don Pope must choose between his empire and the one man who refuses to belong to him. Because some loves are not meant to exist, but some destinies are written in the blood.

An accident occurred during my graduation trip, causing me to get my left leg amputated. Surprisingly enough, Britney Lambert, the campus belle whom I had a crush on, proposed to me afterward. We were married for the next 30 years. Throughout our marriage, we respected and concerned each other properly. Before I passed away, I found out that all 199 love letters that I had written were thrown into the trash pile. Meanwhile, Britney kept the love letters another person had sent her in a safe. Obviously, she treated those letters like her most cherished treasure. When my illness took a turn for the worse, I could only lie on my sickbed with one foot in my grave. Britney arrived at my ward later than usual. Before I closed my eyes, I heard the final words she uttered to me. "Next time, don't save me anymore." I finally understood her real feelings for me. She'd rather die than be with me, it seemed. When I wake up again, I've returned to the timeframe before the graduation trip starts. This time, I decide not to have anything to do with Britney. We shall be strangers in this lifetime. But when the accident occurs once again, Britney is the one rushing toward me. "It's my turn to save you now."

I buried him myself. I stood at his grave with dirt on my hands and grief in my throat as I said goodbye to the only man I ever thought I would love. Kael was my betrothed, my mate, the boy who grew up beside me and became the person I built every future around. When the war took him it did not just take him — it took every version of myself that existed because of him. Years passed. The moon goddess, in her mercy, gave me something I never asked for — a second chance. Rowan was not supposed to happen. He was patient where I was resistant, steady where I was broken, and present in every way I had convinced myself no one would ever be again. I did not want to love him. And then I did not know how to stop. I was finally learning what it meant to choose life again. When Kael walked back through my door. Alive. Unchanged. And completely unable to explain where he had been. Now I am torn between a love that was written into my soul before I was old enough to understand what souls were, and a man who chose me quietly and completely when I had nothing left to offer. The elders say this is not a reverse harem blessing. There is no keeping both. I have to choose. But how do you bury someone you love twice?

Seven years in the Litha Pack's dungeons couldn't break Lyra Odwolf's Huhhh, but discovering her mate might just shatter her heart. Released from prison for crimes she didn't commit, Lyra returns to a world that has forgotten her pain. The Litha Pack destroyed her family, framed her for treason, and stole seven years of her life. Now she was supposed to bow down to the very wolves who ruined her. But fate had other things in store for her, Kael Maxmus, heir to the alpha who imprisoned her, is her destined mate. His father demands he reject the weak wolf who could never be worthy of their bloodline. Yet the mate bond burns between them, impossible to deny. When Lyra discovers that Damon Maxmus, Kael's uncle, locked away and cursed for years, is also her mate, everything changes. Her rare blood holds the power to heal his curse, but it comes with a price that could destroy them all. Because the man she's meant to save is the same monster who murdered her parents. In a world where pack loyalty means everything and second chances are earned with blood, Lyra must choose between revenge and redemption, between the mate who betrays her and the one who destroyed her, between the power to heal and the need to destroy. Some bonds are written by the moon goddess. Others are forged in blood and betrayal.

What do you do when all comes crashing down? How do you react when you realize the maze is gone and the truth is what you can't handle? Love, pain, betrayal;... To what extent are you willing to go? The wedding picture Cassandra held fell to the floor shattering into thousands of pieces just like the state of her heart. ‘’My heart is in just as same state as this picture” She crawls her way to the balcony overlooking the beautiful city. A life of a perfect housewife, a perfect wife and partner, now she looks back and it had been nothing but a joke. She stares one more time at the beauty of the city beneath her. ‘’What a waste”’ she spat angrily. Letting her fragile body fall from the 8 floors of an apartment bought with her own money. ‘’Time is all I wish for’’ she whispers. Falling and letting her blood graze the hard tar. Frank and Kelly watched with a satisfied look, not seeing the third eye from the corner who watched with pain written all over him. 6 years is what she offered, standing before two men on her wedding day, Cassandra wakes up. She had to choose a groom, will she go back with this man or would she take her chances into finding out what another 6 years would be in the hands of those longing eyes that watched her fall to her death or the hands that pushed her?’’

To scrape together my mother's surgery money, I worked myself to the bone at this company for three straight years. My performance was always number one. By myself, I supported half the sales department. Then, a newly hired HR director decided every desk needed an AI camera, claiming it was to optimize efficiency. Every blink, every breath I took was measured and calculated by the system. "Warning. Employee Nathan Gray blinked more than twenty times within one minute. Mental distraction detected. Fine: 50." "Warning. Employee Nathan Gray took 3.5 seconds to drink water, exceeding the standard by 1.5 seconds. Slacking detected. Fine: 100." "Warning. Employee Nathan Gray's mouth corners drooped for over thirty seconds. Suspected spread of negative emotion. Fine: 200." The most ridiculous part was the way he stood in front of the entire department, pointing proudly at my data on the giant screen. "See that?" he said smugly. "This is the power of technology. In front of AI, you lazy freeloaders have nowhere to hide. Nathan, your bonus for this month has already been wiped out by the system. If you don't like it, get lost. Plenty of people are lining up to take your place." What he didn't know was that the AI system he trusted so blindly had its core code written by me. Tonight, I was going to show him what happened when he angered the one who built the machine.