jack brewer kickin it

I was just eighteen when I mistook a business deal for a fairy tale, letting a schoolgirl crush blind me to the truth. My prince charming? He turned out to be more of a wolf in an Armani suit. Now, five years and a thousand broken pieces later, I've rebuilt myself into someone I barely recognize, a CEO, a survivor, and most importantly, a mother to my beautiful son Griffin. I thought I'd buried the naive girl who once dreamed in a garden. Apparently, the universe had other plans. My ex-husband's back, claiming he's changed and wanting a second chance. And then there's James Drake, a billionaire with scars that match my own, who makes me wonder if my heart remembers how to beat for something other than revenge. Between poisoned flowers showing up at my office and threats creeping too close to my son, I'm learning that success is the best revenge, if I can stay alive long enough to enjoy it. They say love is sweeter the second time around, but can I trust it when betrayal wore the face of love once before? One thing's certain: I'm not that naive wife anymore. And this time, I'm playing for keeps.

Veatrice and Anna are sisters that are trying to survive kingdoms' conflict and ostracism due to birth and rank. Join them on their adventures in love and protecting their king and queen.

Katherine Azuretha Garcia is not your typical high school student. Naniniwala siya na kung sino pa ang mga taong minamahal mo, siya rin ang sasakit sa iyo nang sobra. She proves that by what her parents and ex-boyfriend did to her. They betrayed her. They broke the trust she gave in. Naniniwala siya na lahat ng lalaki ay manloloko. She's right. Her ex-boyfriend was a playboy indeed. Pinagpustahan siya. Ginawang flavor of the month. Niloko siya nang harap-harapan. After what she witnessed, magtitiwala pa ba siya sa mga lalaki? No. But not until this half-Japanese, half-Filipino arrogant rushed into her life. Ginulo nito ang paniniwala at maging ang buhay niya. Siya na ba iyong lalaking makakatanggap ng sikretong matagal niya ng itinatago? Pero... paano kung coincidence lang pala ang lahat na pagkakatagpo nila? Na hindi siya iyong taong nakalaan para sa kanya? Because there are so many reasons why they can't be together. -

The night I find out I'm pregnant, my family's villa suddenly goes up in flames. I endure the suffocating smoke and run the risk of being disfigured as I run to my son's bedroom. However, it's empty. Just then, I hear his excited exclamations outside the window. "Monica, you look so cool when putting out fires! I bet you'll get first place in this upcoming Firefighter Challenge!" I'm about to head downstairs to lecture him when a wall collapses and crushes me. As I drift in and out of consciousness, I hear my stern, stoic husband praise Monica Sloan for her courage. If I'm guessing correctly, my husband and son have started this fire to please her. I stare at the door, which is so close and yet so far. I send out one final text before dying of asphyxiation.

When I got into a car accident, Carter was busy throwing a birthday party for his assistant. I was scrolling through my phone and somehow ended up tapping on the Love Pawnshop. Without really thinking, I hit the button to pawn my love. Five days later, the pawnshop took back every bit of love I had left to give, and there he was, Carter, on his knees, crying his heart out, begging me for another shot. But the thing is, once love is pawned, it’s almost impossible to get back.

After my daughter, Mia Powell, was declared brain-dead, my husband, Liam Powell, urged me to sign the organ donation consent form. I was drowning in grief and my mind was on the verge of collapse. That was when I accidentally discovered that her attending doctor, Blair Lincoln, was Liam’s old flame. They had lied about Mia’s brain death, just to trick me into signing the form and steal her heart to save Blair’s daughter, Sophia. I watched as Liam picked Sophia up from the hospital. The three of them smiled together, like a perfect, happy family. When I confronted them, they pushed me off a building, and I died from the fall. Given a second chance, I had returned to the day I was supposed to sign the organ donation form. As I stared at Mia lying in that hospital bed, I silently vowed. This time, that scumbag and that wretch would pay with their lives for what they did to Mia.

My husband, James Lincoln, disappeared in an accident, and my in-laws wasted no time filing to have him legally declared deceased. At the funeral, a woman, Xena Xander, suddenly showed up with a young boy, both crying hysterically. The boy, Charlie Lincoln, screamed at the top of his lungs, calling my husband “Daddy.” My ten-year-old daughter, Mia Lincoln, charged at him, shouting, “Shut up! That’s my dad!” Pretending to break it up, my in-laws instead shoved Mia to the ground. She collapsed and passed out on the spot. “If you’re looking for someone to blame, blame yourself for not giving us a grandson! This family can’t die out without an heir!” Xena smirked at me with blatant provocation. Behind her, Charlie spat in my direction and sneered, “You’re just a worthless tramp nobody cares about.” I didn’t lose my temper. Instead, I laughed. “If you want the status and the inheritance so badly, you can have them. But don’t come crying to me when you regret it.” Two weeks later, Xena showed up at my doorstep, covered in blood, banging on the door and screaming. And then, I got a phone call that felt like a nightmare come to life. But I couldn’t have cared less. By then, I was already enjoying a peaceful vacation overseas.

My husband, Hank, is dead.  On our wedding anniversary, he ventured out in the pouring rain to buy me a cake, only to be hit by a truck. His body was badly mangled in the crash.  My sister-in-law, Lyra, called me a killer, claiming that I did not deserve Hank’s inheritance.  My mother-in-law, Judy, kicked me out of the house.  Overwhelmed by grief and guilt, I often wondered if he would still be alive had I stopped him that day. Eventually, emotions gripped me, and I was diagnosed with cancer.  Judy came to visit me on my deathbed. “You’re an idiot to believe everything!”  She threw a family photo in my face.  The shock and anger were more than I could handle, and I breathed my last.  It turned out that Hank was never dead. He had a child with his old flame.  When I opened my eyes once more, I returned to the day my husband faked his death.

Kisah mengenai anak budak yang orang tuanya dibunuh para penguasa. Perjuangan seorang pejuang sejati melawan tirani kekuasaan para bangsawan dan penguasa. Jack, penerus perjuangan dari kelompok pemberontak yang mengalami kekalahan dalam perlawanan melawan para bangsawan. Dia berpetualang untuk menggalang dan menyatukan kekuatan untuk pembalasan.

Warning 21+!"Tolong aku. Aku mohon tolong aku, Tuan." Zeta tak bisa menahan rasa sakit dan panas yang sudah merajai tubuh mungilnya."Apa yang bisa aku lakukan untukmu, Sayang?" Seorang pria tampan bermata biru gelap yang indah membalas tatapan memelas Zeta."Lepaskan aku dari siksaan ini. Tiduri aku!"***Jack Olivander Jeffrod tak bisa melupakan malam yang dia habiskan bersama seorang perempuan yang tak Jack kenal namanya. Padahal dia sudah sering tidur dengan banyak sekali perempuan, namun perempuan ini berbeda karena hanya dia yang bisa membuat junior Jack turn on kembali."Aku harus memilikinya. Dan hanya aku yang boleh menyentuhnya," tandas Jack dipenuhi hasrat yang bergelora.***