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On my birthday, the dining table was loaded with all my favorites. My mom had been cooking and baking the entire afternoon, insisting everything be perfect for when Mike got home from work so we could celebrate together. But then, he called and said his first love had been drugged at a bar, and he had to go help her. I stopped him and begged him not to go. Mike snapped at me. "Jesus, Em, don’t pull this jealous wife crap. She’s alone, defenseless, and unconscious—I can't let some random dude take advantage of her!" My mother heard those words and was so enraged that she had a heart attack. She died on the spot. Just like that, my mom died on my birthday. I called Mike, asking him to attend my mom's funeral. But before he could reply, I saw Cathy Miller's latest Instagram post, captioned: [Mikey… after all these years, it was always you.] Mike had liked it. My thumb moved before my brain caught up, typing out the only words that mattered: [A homewrecker and a lying bastard. Hope you rot together.]

Sometimes God gave you what you want, sometimes you were born a werewolf rather than some pathetic little human, sometimes you got a chance to become a Human queen and rule both species… And, just like that, sometimes life fucked you up by letting you meet your mate whom you're supposed to reject, sometimes things get even more fucked up when your mate turns out to be a priest, the person who raised you, and sometimes your fucked up mind decided to seduce him. No, the fucked up things didn't stop yet, sometimes that person who always treated you like a child, the person who was not even supposed to touch any woman, responds to your innocent kiss by eating up your wet filthy hole as if his life depended on it as if the world is ending, and he will never get to eat again, and the thing between your thighs seems like the sweetest dessert to him. And finally, sometimes, you forget all the rules, you forget what is right and what is wrong when your miserable heart dares to yearn for someone you weren't even supposed to dream about, a saint. ••• " Remove your clothes, Freya.", he ordered in a low husky voice. But I didn't move...couldn't move as I watched him. His big body leaned over a bundle of dry grass, tight black shirt covered his hard chest, two buttons open, showing his pale white skin, his belt...now opened, slack just down enough for his dick to pop out, thick veiny shaft, wrapped under his slender fingers, its head, red as if his dick was angry. And when I looked up at his face, I couldn't believe he was the same man who raised me!

As my murderer's claws tear into my abdomen inch by inch, my father and brother are seated in our family's banquet hall. They're celebrating Carly's 18th birthday and coming-of-age. "You'll always be my little girl." "Happy birthday, Carly." They light 18 pink candles for her. On top of the exquisite red velvet cake is a wolf figurine that they carved for her, and there are well wishes and laughter all around. Meanwhile, I'm curled up in a sewer filled with liquid silver as I bleed to death. My phone has been crushed, and I can't get out. I can only cry for help. A few days later, my father and brother show up together at the autopsy room. My brother stands by the operating table with a scalpel. He slices open the body and sews it back up like it's nothing. My father just covers his nose as he shoots a disgusted glance at my body. He urges my brother to hurry up with the autopsy report. "The victim is a young female wolf presumed to be of pure lineage. Before her death, she was subjected to prolonged captivity and torture. Her throat is nearly severed, her cervical spine is dislocated, and her chest cavity has collapsed. She was also injected with liquid silver before death." Hearing the report, my father looks so calm that it's just like a case study of no consequence. Neither of them can recognize that the body belongs to me—their daughter and sister!

Araceli has spent her entire life sheltered within the church, raised under the watchful and rather twisted guidance of Father Ambrose who was like the only family she has ever known. But just after turning eighteen, she is given away to a man she believes is the great love God has destined for her. With unwavering faith and a heart full of hope, she steps into what she thinks is her wedding, only to be humiliated when she discovers the truth. The man she was promised to is marrying someone else. Shattered and alone, she flees into the unknown, desperate for refuge. That’s when she crosses paths with Luciano Salvatore. To her innocent eyes, he seems like a savior. But Araceli has unknowingly walked straight into the arms of the devil himself. And the devil has no intention of letting her go. What started as a mere intrigue grows into a deep desire and dark obsession that makes a man go mad and go to insane lengths to keep his little saint by him.

Warning: Matured 18+ contents! HAVING a prosperous rich lifelike Celestine Rain Alcazar is like living in a lie. When she's living in a cage—no freedom of things she wanted. She has the money, luxury, beauty, and brain that men are drooling over her. But there is still something missing in her perfect life. Closing into edge is her feeling when her mom introduced her to Ezekiel Bellevera for an arranged marriage. Her mom doesn't know her secrets between her sheets. Immersed in a fantasy life, Celestine will unravel her identity proving that Ezekiel wasn't the guy for her. And showing that most of the people are Not A Saint, the same as her. The freedom of being true to yourself is her weapon. And she will prove them wrong. But what if the person she loves been cheating on her with her fiancé, Ezekiel, and caught it red-handed? Would she forgive and forget or this is her start of vengeance towards men?

Celebrating your birthday means you acknowledge your existence as a human here on earth. But what if your special day in life turns into nightmare that haunts you forever? What would you do? Kimberly Jade Quesada loves to celebrate her birthday every year eversince she was a child. Lahat halos ng gusto niyang regalo ay nakukuha niya magmula sa mga damit, gadgets at kahit na ang presensya ng kanyang mga magulang na abala sa trabaho ay nagagawa siyang paglaanan ng oras sa kanyang kaarawan. Ito ang petsa na palagi niyang inaabangan kada taon kung saan nakukuha niya ang lahat at nararamdaman niya ang pagmamahal ng mga taong nakapalibot sa kanya. Pero paano kung ang mismong petsa na minamahal-mahal niya ay unti-unting maglaho at mapalitan ng pagkamuhi at pagkasuklam? Anong gagawin niya? "No matter how many times we argue, I still think that you are the best and will always be the greatest mom here on earth," saad ko kasabay ng pagdausdos ng luha sa gilid ng mga mata ko. "Open your eyes for me, Hyacinth. Mama, hayaan mo naman akong makabawi sayo," pakiusap ko pa habang nakayapos sa malamig at nababahiran ng dugo niyang katawan. She loves to celebrate birthdays not until binawi ng langit ang dalawang regalong ibinigay sa kanya.

Warning: Matured 18+ contents! MARANGYANG pamumuhay kagaya ng nararanasan ni Celestine Rain Alcazar ay isang malaking kasinungalingan. Kahit ang totoo ay nakakulong siya sa isang kahong walang kalayaan upang ipakita ang tunay niyang pagkatao. Pera, alahas, kayamanan, kalayawan, maalwang buhay, natatanging kagandahan at talino—a perfect barbie-like figure and most men are drooling over her. Sa kabila niyon ay may kulang pa rin na hindi kayang bilhin ng pera, ang isang kasiyahang matagal na niyang hinahangad. Pakiramdam na naiipit at nakalubog ang isang paa sa hukay nang magpasya ang kanyang ina sa arranged marriage kay Ezekiel Bellevera—isang playboy hunk. Hindi alam ng kanyang ina ang malalim na pagtatago niya ng mahabang taon sa kanyang tunay na pagkatao. Dahil hindi ang klase ni Ezekiel ang kanyang inaasam. She’s a mystery of being Not A Saint and she will prove that everybody is. Ngunit paano kung mahuli niya ang kayang fiancé at ang taong mahal niya na gumagawa ng milagro sa likuran niya? Kaya ba niyang magpatawad at kalimutan ang lahat o mag-uumpisa na ang paghihiganti niya sa mga Adan na sumira ng kanyang buhay?

The Mafia World is shaken by the fall of top families. It appears that this feared world has its more evil root. It is called the "Mirage". Saint D'Angelli is a merciless and heartless punisher of the arrogant families and is ready to eradicate them without the outside world knowing about their secrets. His looks, aura, and combat skills made him the most fearsome Underground Boss of Mirage System. Women would swoon over his sexy appeal but he is cold-hearted and sucks at dating. However, a brazen top secret agent appears and tries to unravel the secret. She is Keira Vince. She entered the Mafia World because of her dark past. With that, she was tasked to disguise herself as a Lady Consigliere of a top family that is scheduled for Mirage's eradication. She needs to seduce the underground boss to unravel the secrets of the Mafia World. Little did she know that Saint is also tasked to seduce her. Many obstacles will arise and secrets to be unraveled from both Saint's and Keira's pasts that will lead them to team up with each other until the end. With their seduction tasks, who will fall in the trap first: the Underground Boss or the Lady Consigliere?

Galit na galit ako ngayong araw na ito. particularly sa isang tao or rather sa isang stupidyante. Bakit ako galit? Kinuha lang naman niya sa akin ang isang napakahalagang bagay na iyon, na ibibigay ko lang naman sana sa aking future husband. Pero anong nangyari? Nawala na lang ng ganon ganon lang at sa isang babae pa. Magbabayad talaga siya. Kulang pang kabayaran ang sampal ko sa kanya. Kulang na kulang pa iyon

My daughter hid inside the cabinet, her trembling hands dialing her father—James, the Alpha of our pack. "Mommy's bleeding a lot. Please, come back and save her," she pleaded. "I'm busy. Don't bother me," James said coldly. "If she's going to die, make sure she does it far away." As he wished, I never bothered him again. Because I really did die, right in front of our wedding photo. When he found out, he went mad, completely mad.