karma

Life before Sugar knew it took a turn. But whatever Sugar wants, Sugar gets. She is comfortable with her sexuality. And wears the pants to her life. When she is called in to take down a man who got Her cousins club shut down and raided. She takes it, not realizing her Untrusting heart was going to be pulled in different directions. Suffering from self identity, can she go through with it or find herself in a different bed each night. Can the fight between Jace and Aiden trying to earn her heart be enough to lower her Ego??

Delia Diaz isang accountancy student galing siya sa broken family dahil nahuli ng kanyang ama na may kasamang ibang lalaki ang kanyang nanay. Sa murang edad ay nakagisnan niya ang pananakit ng kanyang ina at ng mga nagiging asawa nito pinahinto siya ng pagaaral pero naisipan niyang patagong magaral sa isang universidad na pagmamay ari ng pamilya ni Matthew Jumaquio. Matthew Jumaquio ang kinakatakutan sa loob ng universidad at hinahangaan ng madaming babae. lahat ng gusto niya nakukuha niya sa isang pitik walang kahirap hirap. Unang pagkikita nila ay pinagtripan na ni matthew si delia pinabully niya ito sa mga studyante sa universidad lalo ng nalaman ni matthew na sakop ng dad niya yung schoolarship si delia. gusto ni matthew na matanggakl si delia sa universidad pero hindi ito sumuko hinayaan nalang siya bullyhin nito araw araw. Isang araw nagkaroon ng pustahan ang magkakaibigan ni matthew na paglaruan ang dalaga sa loob ng tatlong buwan ay dapat ibigay nito ang kinakaingatan ng dalaga. kampante ang binata dahil alam niya na makukuha niya agad si delia at hindi siya nagkamali dahil nakuha niya ito bago matapos ang araw na binagay sa kanya ng mga kaibigan niya. Nalaman ni delia ang totoo na pinagpustahan lang siya nila matthew nangako siya na hindi na siya magpapakita sa mga ito at babalikan niya ang mga ito ang maghihiganti rin. "I am the sun and you are the moon." "I always thought we were destined for each other." "But i remember the moon was mean to be with the stars."

After my beloved boyfriend dies in a fire, my sister marries a rich man. So, I marry her husband, Jason Grant's father. We go from being sisters to being mother and daughter-in-law. We're still a family, aren't we? Later, Jason pins me to a corner while breathing heavily. "Money is all you want, right? I can give you everything he can. Wouldn't it be much better for you to be with me than with a paralyzed old man?" Oh, he's got this all wrong. Money isn't what I want. His life is what I want.

Jenisha menikah dengan Firdaus sejak baru lulus SMA. Selama 10 tahun masa pernikahan mereka, sudah 2 kali Firdaus selingkuh. Itupun yang baru ketahuan, entahlah kalau yang lain. Jenisha berusaha selalu memaafkan apapun itu kesalahan suaminya, termasuk memakai narkoba. Dia berharap kalau suaminya akan sadar dan kembali ke sisinya.

Haven Miles has her life determined. She has a stable job and a wonderful man by her side. James Cross, whom she looks forward to getting married and grow old with. What could possibly go wrong?

To save my husband, I drank until my stomach bled. Despite making it to the hospital, no one would treat me—all because he, a prominent surgeon, forbade anyone from attending to his own wife. In a previous life, he had saved me, a deed that fate cruelly repaid: the same day he saved me, his beloved, Lily Evans, tragically died during surgery. Consumed by regret, he lamented, "If I hadn't saved you, she might still be alive." On my birthday, in a twisted celebration, he intoxicated both me and our daughter. In a horrifying turn, he used his surgical skills to ruthlessly stab us both. As I lay bleeding, I begged for our daughter's life, pleading with him to spare her, his biological child. He coldly justified his brutality by claiming that being tied to me caused him to miss his chance with his true love. Fueled by a desperate need to protect my daughter, I fought him ferociously. He inflicted thirty-eight merciless wounds on me before turning his murderous intent towards our child. As I faced death, my last sight was of him, his decision clear as he once again chose his lost love over his living family.

To cure our daughter's pancreatic cancer, I made a deal with the System, trading the rest of my life for a miracle drug. My husband called me insane to my face, but secretly gave the medicine to his mistress to treat her facial scar. When I was falling apart in despair, he had the audacity to explain: "Vicky has dreams of becoming a star. She's already 24, she can't wait any longer. "Besides, didn't you get that drug by sleeping around? How could a housewife like you possibly get such high-end medicine on your own? If you want to save our daughter, why don't you go whore yourself out again? It's not like it'll kill you, right?" But the truth is, I really don't have another life to trade for another dose.

Seorang wanita modern dan idealis yang bernama Sarah harus dihadapkan dengan hal-hal di luar logikanya. Teror mulai bermunculan sejak dia menginjakkan kakinya untuk berlibur di rumah kakek dan neneknya yang di awali dari suara misterius seorang perempuan di malam hari pada saat tengah malam. Semua ini ternyata berawal dari kisah masa lalu kakek dan neneknya yang harus mengorbankan nyawa seseorang demi tercapainya ambisi sang nenek. Sarah pun di hadapkan oleh sosok misterius yang terus menuntut pembalasan dendam pribadinya kepada sang nenek. Mampukah sarah menghadapi semua ancaman teror dari sosok tersebut? Dan mampukah sarah menyelamatkan nyawa neneknya dari pembalasan dendam seseorang yang menginginkan nenek terbunuh?

Her whole life she had been called beautiful. Glances and envious eyes were always cast her way. But never had Bathsheba expected to catch the eye of her King. And never in her wildest imaginings did she anticipate the tragedy it would wreak.

The boy, George Larson, whom I once saved as a child, when he was struggling with asthma, repaid my kindness by imprisoning me for seven long years. "Luna, you're my everything. I won’t let you out of my sight," he said, his voice filled with obsession. He tied my hands and feet, keeping me bound to the bed like a helpless doll, but I did not love him; I wanted to escape. In his madness, he set fire to my family’s ancestral home. The last traces of the Sachs burned to ashes, disappearing into the wind. He said that since my home was gone, I could just live with him and that it would be my new home. However, because I refused to let him touch me, he found someone else—a girl with a beauty mark under her eye, just like mine. The girl, drunk on his affection, thought I was trying to imitate her by faking the same tear-shaped mark. In a fit of jealousy, she gouged out my eyes. My face was covered with tiny, bleeding holes, blood streaming down my body. When George came home, the girl gleefully stuffed me into a trash bag, proud of her handiwork. “George, look! I caught some trash that broke into the house!” George did not even glance at me. He just loosened his tie, his voice calm and detached. “Just toss it where trash belongs.”