Our Last Days

“I love you, Venus. But… it would be better if we divorced.” Venus Andalusia never imagined that her one-year marriage to Jupiter Shaw would end on the very night that should have been the happiest of her life—the night she discovered she was pregnant. Instead of an embrace filled with happiness, she was handed divorce papers. Jupiter couldn’t forgive what had happened in the past. And Venus had no choice but to accept his decision. She didn’t want to remain by his side while carrying a love that hurt like this—heavy, unreciprocated, and slowly breaking her. “Whatever you choose, Jupiter,” Venus said softly, “I’ll leave. Because I don’t think I could survive being in your place either.” But before she truly walked away, she asked for two weeks. Two weeks for Jupiter to relive the journey of how they had fallen in love—watching movies together, spending an entire day at an amusement park, watching the sunset on his private beach. Two weeks to remember them. Tragically, it wasn’t the past that shattered—it was Jupiter himself who ended up destroying his own life all over again. Venus was hurt while protecting the very man who wanted to divorce her. And before her wounds could heal, the world condemned her, labeling her unworthy to stand beside Jupiter. All because of her past. It only convinced Venus further that she didn’t belong at his side. As if that weren’t enough, Jupiter’s former lover appeared—bringing a child with her. Venus chose to disappear. She signed the divorce papers, walked away with her love… and with the child born from that love. When fate brought them together again, only one question remained: Was a wounded love still worth it?

I had been with Lars Carter for six years. The head of Midas Capital in Eastwind City, he was a rising star in Riverton's Silver Street—the heart of this nation's financial world. Few knew his true roots. Within him flowed the Vitalus bloodline. Lars descended from an old mafia clan from the city of Virgil in Vitalus, the Viktors. Midas Capital was ours. We built it from the ground up together; Lars would haunt private clubs, ironing out business deals amid drinks. I would stay by his side, doing the accounts, steering the direction of the negotiations, and memorizing every detail of the high-stakes contracts. We did everything together—a tight team. Or so I thought. In my naivete, I was convinced I would rule the city alongside him. The woman behind the man, so to speak. …Until Pearl Ross arrived two months ago. His childhood sweetheart moved from Virgil to Eastwind City. It was then that I knew—she was the one he was waiting for all along. It had always been her. "Lars, I want to get married." Lars' face tightened; hesitation veiled in businesslike concern. "Bianca, you know the company's at a critical stage… We're mid-fundraising. I can't right now." I smiled, calm and composed. "That's fine." He misunderstood. I was getting married—just not to him.

Synopsis Two people, in different world destine to meet each other. Sergeant Herrera a young officer who keeps peace in the land of Simpkins. Chyrill an ordinary woman, who went to Simpkins to be a volunteer, who was isolated from her friends and stranded in the woods saved by the Arland Soldiers. But her days was never been easy, she was suspected as one of the intelligence units from Sans serif the group of terrorist. She stays in the camp of the Arland Soldier she did not expect to fall in love with the Sergeant and make him fall in love with her. How can she escape from the Arland camp if her heart belongs to the Northern people of Simpkins and her days with the Sergeant was a remarkable in her entire life, day by day she was falling in love with the Sergeant. Who will can say that in the midst of the war there was a love grows in between the two of them. But how long will their love prevail if destiny itself and war separate them.

After his father passes away, Darnell becomes the new heir to King Hotels. But his grandfather—who owns shares of the hotels—wants Darnell to marry to earn his (Grandfather’s) shares before his death. After her father’s death, Sasha and her family are left to deal with the burden he leaves behind—a huge debt owed to loan sharks. Darnell approaches Sasha with a two-month marriage contract for five million dollars—enough to pay off her father’s debt and be free from her traditional mother. She accepts. Things are complicated when grandfather doesn’t die after two months, and Sasha is being extorted by loan sharks. She and Darnell must stay married for their benefit, despite their lack of affection for each other. Eventually, they fall in love. But drama unfolds when family secrets are exposed, old lovers resurface, and unknown families appear. Darnell and Sasha must decide if their love is worth it all.

On her eighteenth birthday, Osline thought she would be mated to her long-time boyfriend, Noah. But the blood moon had other plans, and she ends up claimed by Jacob, the ruthless Alpha of the werewolf lands. When she tries to reject him, Jacob refuses. He traps her in a sixty-day contract and makes it clear: if she refuses, her father will die. Now Osline is trapped in his house, under his watchful eyes, with his dangerous twin brother Dominic who seemed to have an interest on her. Desire, betrayal, and secrets surround her—and Noah is not gone either. Three men want her, each for their own reasons. Who will win her heart, and will she survive the truth Jacob hides behind the locked door?

Gina and I were just ordinary werewolves in the Silver Claw Pack. Our incomes were modest, but we married well. Her mate was the captain of the Silver Claw Pack patrol unit. Mine, the fire squad leader. They grew up together—childhood friends—and were the youngest golden duo in the Werewolf Alliance. On the day we married, our mates each bought us a luxury high-rise apartment on the top floor of the central castle, side by side, with the promise of sharing life and death together. That is, until that fateful night. Rogues broke into the central zone. Chaos reached even the upper levels of our building. The tower caught fire. Amidst the thick smoke, I sent a desperate mind-link to my mate. He blocked it. Turns out, both our mates were busy shielding their shared first love, Lifu. They ignored our calls for help. Gina dragged me as we ran. She was six months pregnant; her pup was already kicking from the panic. Her mate never showed up either. We made it to the stairwell, where we were trapped for five hours. Toxic fumes filled our lungs. I went into labor too early. My pup didn't make it. Gina bled for three days in the hospital. Her pup was gone too. Meanwhile, our mates were digging through the wreckage—twenty-four hours straight—searching for Lifu's lost dog. That was it. Right then and there, Gina and I looked at each other and knew. We were done.

(Formerly entitled as His Way) Feeling the need to help a friend, Patima Takahashi agreed with what everyone wants to happen and that is to be a girlfriend of Mark Jacob Watanabe. The mentioned guy is known to be the nerd in school, while Patima is one of the popular girls. Patima Takahashi agreed, upon hearing that it is only a month that explains why she would think that it'll be only for a while. While doing so, she couldn't help but look at MJ in a different way than she usually should. What could happen for a month of being with MJ? Could she handle the things that MJ is doing for her? Or more like for MJ's practice to take his crush out?

“Tell me to stop,” I said as my lips trailed down his stomach “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll walk away.” Everette swallowed, his body trembling. “Raze… don’t—” “Say you don’t miss me,” I teased, sliding my tongue across his hard dick pushing against his trousers. “Say it, and I will go. No games.” “Don’t… stop,” he breathed. I smiled, my fingers unzipping him. “That’s what I thought,” I murmured before taking his dick into my mouth, letting him taste exactly what he couldn’t fight. ………………………….. Everette Carrington betrayed Raze Schmidt, the only man he had ever loved, by pushing him out of the company they built together. When the same company suffers a PR crises, the board has one shocking solution. A public partnership with his ex, Raze Schmidt. Betrayed, pushed out, and left heartbroken, Raze agrees to help him with one ulterior motive. Thirty days to make Everette fall for him again—into his arms and into his trap. But when Family lies, hidden bloodlines, and deadly secrets threaten everything, Raze finds himself questioning if revenge is the only path forward.

Moira Ledesma has had a huge crush on Thunder Cabral ever since they were in college. That is also the reason why she applied as Thunders secretary. For five years of working at his company she's hoping to be close to the man even though she knows what kind of a guy Thunder is. He is womanizer and doesn't take women seriously. Until one day, something happened that brought them close together. A woman named Lexi who always chased Thunder appeared anywhere and messed up with him. She is Thunder biggest problem. Thunder thought being married is the solution to be free from those girls who chased him. The reason he offered a proposal to Moira, not just a business proposal but a proposal to be with him forever. Will Moira agree to a sudden proposal?

I suffer from a hereditary form of amnesia. By the time I found out, I had only seven days left. On the first day, I found my boyfriend had fallen for my younger twin sister. With a bitter smile, I suggested we break up. On the second day, my most treasured Lego set was smashed by my sister. Everyone laughed at me, saying I was disgraceful, unworthy of being a daughter of the Fleming family. On the fourth day, I forgot that my sister was allergic to mangoes. She ended up in the hospital, and my parents glared at me with resentment. Even my ex-boyfriend accused me of being heartless. On the seventh day, I woke up in a hospital bed to see my father walking in with a stern expression. He demanded that I quit my job and devote myself entirely to taking care of the family, as nothing more than a housekeeper. But I only looked at them in confusion and asked softly, “Who are you?” When they realized I had truly lost my memory, they lost their minds.