Yam Cookie

Not long after getting married to my husband, he says he wants to teach me how to scuba dive. My leg cramps when I'm practicing alone in the deep sea. However, my husband, a swimming instructor, chooses to save his unattainable love—she's jumped into the sea to commit suicide. I don't ask him for help. Instead, I allow myself to slowly sink. In my past life, I stopped my husband from leaving. He saved me with gnashed teeth and allowed his first love, Millie Quirke, to drown. By the time he went to save her, she'd already disappeared in the water. He comforted me and told me it was okay, that he was glad he'd saved me. However, one night, he brought me back to the seaside. Just as I let my guard down, he grabbed my neck and plunged my face into the water. Then, he dragged me out before I could suffocate. "You were just cramping—it would've passed! But Millie got dragged away by the current because of you! You can remain in the ocean with her!" When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day I was scuba diving.

My girlfriend's schoolmate is being hounded by creditors. In my past life, the same incident had unfolded before my eyes. I was worried that my girlfriend would provoke these ruthless creditors, so I'd advised her not to meddle. However, her schoolmate later overdosed on sleeping pills. Later on, my girlfriend acted as if nothing had happened and continued preparing for our wedding. But after she got drunk one day, I found her caressing his picture tenderly—before stabbing me in the heart with a knife. She claimed that if not for my indifference and selfishness, her schoolmate wouldn't have taken his own life. Now that I've been reborn, I'll grant her wish and let her help him pay off his debts. Presently, I say, "He's your schoolmate. If you can help him, go ahead. I won't object."

I give my grandmother a gift she'll never forget on her 60th birthday. My husband and I get into a fight on the highway back to my hometown. He pulls over in the emergency lane and chases me out of the car. He then drives off, leaving me stranded on the highway. He later gets into a major accident on the highway. His car is totaled, and he dies. It's actually not an accident—it's homicide. I'm the murderer.

Iniwan ni Jasmine si Luigi dahil iyon ang sa tingin niya na makabubuti para sa kanilang dalawa. Pakiramdam niya kasi ay siya ang barrier at hindi iyon maaalis kung hindi siya mawawala sa buhay nito. Pero paano kung kahit anong iwas mo, kahit anong limot pa ang gawin mo, tadhana na talaga ang gagawa ng paraan para magtatagpo ulit kayo.

Seraphine Hale, a genius musician, announces her return to the country. When a reporter asks whether she's back for her first love, she smiles icily. "Are you talking about that trash? It wouldn't be any of my business even if he were to drop dead tomorrow." What she doesn't know is that I've already been dead for close to a decade.

WARNING‼️: This is no sweet love story. It's a raw, dark. This is obsession, Power, Control, Pain,and the kind of pleasure that ruins you for anyone else. "Ten million for a woman who doesn’t know her worth—until he shows her just how much it costs to please him." Aria was just looking for her sister, Instead, she ended up bound, blindfolded, and sold at a secret black-market auction. But Luciano De Rossi isn’t just a collector of fine things, he's the devil, and Aria is his newest obsession and his collateral for her sister’s debt. She’s a virgin, a fighter, a woman who swears she’ll never beg. He’s a man who loves to hear her scream and for the next ninety days, she belongs to him. Every inch of her. Every breath. Every orgasm. Whether she likes it… or not. But the deeper she falls into Lucian’s dangerous world of secrets and sin, the more her hate turns to need, and the more he burns to break her completely.

I've been caught in a relationship with a divorced man for eight years. We've broken up and reconciled too many times to count. In the end, I tallied ninety-four breakups and five divorces between us. One more would make it an even hundred, but I'm too exhausted to continue this cycle. The first breakup happened when I was giving him my virginity. Halfway through, his ex-wife called asking him to pick up some bread, and he simply left. The fifth breakup occurred when he abandoned me, newly pregnant, on the highway to comfort his ex-wife who was having complications with her own pregnancy. I ended up in a car accident and miscarried. He arrived at the hospital with his clothes disheveled. Despite all the pain he caused me, I could never bring myself to truly leave him. Our most recent divorce happened for an equally absurd reason. His ex-wife and their child were participating in a family reality TV show that required them to appear as a complete family unit. To protect his ex-wife's public image, he divorced me yet again. When filming wrapped, he called to discuss remarrying. This time I refused, because I'm going to marry someone else.

Angela Bailey spent six years believing her marriage was built on love, only to discover her devoted husband was nothing more than a polished illusion. When she filed for divorce and asked her daughter to leave with her, the little girl clung to another woman’s hand and called her “Mom.” Donald Turner, cold and entitled, told her, “As long as you apologize to Nina, you can still live your high-society life.” Angela scoffed. “You might not even stay in high society yourself.” She walked out of the Turner household with nothing, determined to rebuild her life from the ground up. With her own talent and grit, she joined a new company and went head-to-head with her ex. Just when Donald realized his mistake and wanted her back, another man stepped into Angela’s life—someone who protected her openly, supported her quietly, and cherished her without hesitation. Donald regretted everything and wanted her back. He appeared with their daughter, eyes red as he pleaded, “I’ll give you the entire Turner family. Please love me and our daughter again.” The man beside Angela laughed. “The Turner family? That means nothing. Angela doesn’t need it. And as for a daughter…” He looked at Angela, and together they said, “We already have one.”

Nia, after losing the man she loved—Ares—to a sacrifice she didn’t deserve, Nia’s life ended in guilt and heartbreak. But death isn’t her escape. Instead, the Moon Goddess Selene offers her a deal: live again in the bodies of women who met tragic ends, rewrite their stories, and fill a glowing necklace with enough energy to bring Ares’s soul back. There’s just one catch: Ares’s soul, it’s shattered, scattered across the worlds she’ll enter, hidden in the men who make her heart race and her pulse pound. From forbidden kisses with a nobleman who knows too much, to heated nights in a warrior’s tent, and the tender touch of an artist who paints her like he’s worshiping her body, every life brings her closer to completing her mission—and losing herself to desire. But as the necklace glows brighter, the truth becomes harder to ignore: these men aren’t just strangers. They’re pieces of Ares, tempting her to fall in love all over again. Will Nia bring back the man she lost, or will the fragments of him in every lover leave her longing for more than one lifetime can handle?

Rosalie Lardner has 19 chances to get Brandon Searle into bed. Succeed just once, and she wins. Fail all 19, and she loses the title of "Mrs. Searle" for good. This is the bet she made with Brandon's stepmother—a deal she signed with complete confidence. But unfortunately, she fails every single time. Eighteen attempts, 18 failures. Now, it all comes down to the 19th try.