Realistic

Diane Mary luke is an ambitious and career driven woman in her twenties. She believes her life was perfect and smooth sailing until she caught her boyfriend cheating. . . . . . "How dare you?!" Diane's voice thickened as she felt tears stung her eyes as she stared at the person that was her whole world in the arms of another.

When I arrive at a villa to fulfill an order, the beautiful young woman living there looks at me expectantly, her face flushed. "Stop looking around—there aren't any dogs here. I'm the one you need to feed…" She changes into inviting lingerie and pins me to the couch. Her voice is coy, and her lips are soft. She parts them slightly and looks at me lovingly. "Remember to use all your strength to fill me up, okay? If you don't, I'll give you a bad rating…"

My father-in-law, George Lane, suffered from a brain aneurysm and fell onto the ground. The floor was covered in his blood. I calmly picked up a mop and wiped the floor clean. As his daughter-in-law, I gave up on saving him within the most critical time. In my last life, I was the first person who found out that George was injured. I immediately got an ambulance and sent him to the hospital. Before the surgery, the hospital required his immediate family member to sign off the consent form. However, when I asked my husband, Brian Lane to come to the hospital to sign that document, he thought that I was acting out of jealousy because he was spending time with his first-love. He thought I was making an excuse to get him home, so he refused to go to the hospital. In the end, George passed away as he did not receive the treatment on time. Brian did not manage to see George for the last time, and he blamed it all on me. He then hacked me to death. “It’s your fault! My dad was so old, and you didn’t take good care of him as a daughter-in-law! Since you’re not doing your part when he’s alive, then you should continue your duties as a daughter-in-law in hell!” When I opened my eyes, I found myself on the day when George died again.

It's my third day of being a ghost, and I feel like I'm going to starve to death again. The underworld messenger takes pity on me because I'm a child and secretly tells me that people like me, who suffered grievances and died with resentment, have to stay by the sides of the people who loved us most in life. Then, we survive on their "guilt". I lower my head and narrow my eyes. I choke up and say, "You might as well just leave me to starve." My mother hated me to the core. Why would she ever be guilty over my death?

My almost 50-year-old mother-in-law has recently gotten a new boyfriend. He's young, handsome, and has washboard abs. Just as I think she's finally hit the jackpot and found her true love, he climbs into my bed in the middle of the night…

After five years of marriage, my wife’s childhood friend posted a photo of a property deed in his social media circle with the caption, [Thank you, Miss CEO, for transferring the house to me.] I was stunned when I saw the address on the deed—it was my home. Confused, I left a comment. [?] Almost immediately, my wife, Alice, called and scolded me. "He’s a single dad, so pitiful! I only transferred the house to his name to make it easier for his daughter to attend school. It doesn’t affect us living there. How can you be so heartless and lack even a shred of compassion?" In the background, I could hear her childhood friend complaining bitterly. Half an hour later, he posted on social media again and tagged me. This time, he showed off a $150,000 sports car with the caption, [Paid in full! As the saying goes, where a woman spends her money is where her heart lies.] I knew it was my wife who bought him the car to make up for upsetting him. But this time, I’ve made up my mind—I’m filing for divorce.

The day I found out I was a match for my dad—stage four leukemia—I bailed. Mom tore the world apart looking for me, but yeah, she had to watch him go. After that, she drowned herself in research, built a name, even adopted this perfect little angel. We crossed paths again at some fancy leukemia conference she was hosting. I was on the demo table. She took one look and scoffed. "Charlotte Stein, not the time for your crap. Get up and go." The host blinked, stunned. "Dr. Cooper... you know this cadaver?" She actually laughed. "What, she paid you for this stunt?" The host turned ghost-white. "M-Miss Stein passed three days ago..."

Iya Santos is a 21 years old teacher, who lives her life to the fullest. She grew up with a drunkard father and with her loving grandmother, whom sooner was taken away from her because of death. She was given lots of fortune due her grandmother's death, and because of that at young age she independently manages all the money that she has. She treasures her friends and treated them like family. She never begs for a man’s love, for she believes that love should be given freely and to be begged. A problem occurs, when she met her mother whom she thought already died after she gave birth to her. Feeling lied to and betrayed, she ones again closes her heart to everyone, thinking that she can no longer trust the people around her.Life goes on for her as she realizes that the only way to heal a broken heart is through forgiving. 5 years had pass, her mother called her and wanting to meet her, not because she wants to say sorry for what she had done but because she has a stage 3 cancer and asking her a favor to take care of her child, as she met her mother and her child, her mother had a heart attack and needed to be rush in the hospital. She was left with no choice but to take care of her step brother, whom soon after got attached to her. And when her mother died she took care of him. It was like taking care of her own child, Jom helped her to take care of her step brother. Soon after, Jom and Iya got engaged and soon got marriede.That is when Iya finally realizes the true meaning of life.

Ayeleen was a passionate doctor, who had a complete life, including a man whom she loved for 7 years and wanted to marry him. It was the time when she was about to tell her parents about him, but her life changed upside down when she met Umer as her patient. He was a dominant, rich CEO, owned several companies in Dubai and in Pakistan, inherited by his parents. As he saw her, his lust awake within him. His ego got hurt when she rejected him and disrespected him and for the revenge, he manipulated her parents and forcefully married her and took her to Dubai. Where she remained as his faithful and obedient wife. He assaulted her, abused her and whenever she tried to raise her voice for her rights, he ruined her. Within a while she became pregnant, but instead of getting happy, he asked her to immediately abort it. That's when she took a stand and ran to Pakistan for sake of her child. And started a new life as single parent in the city of Islamabad. He searched her in every corner, but fate decided something else. And after years when he found her, what he saw, blew his senses....

May pangit na mukha ng isinilang si Banjo Canoy. Makakapal na mga kilay, maitim at busargang mga labi at ang pisngi ay tinadtad ng pimples. Kaya sa kanyang kabataan siya ay tinawag na Mamaw or pinaiklig Halimaw. A face that only a mother can love. Dahil sa itsura ay nilait siya ng mga tao. Ngunit ang mas masakit ay hinamak at pinagtawanan siya ng babaeng kanyang minahal. Naitanong tuloy niya sa sarili kung bakit siya nasasaktan at nag-durusa gayong wala naman siyang nagawang mali. Hindi naman niya ginustong isilang na pangit. Okay lang sana ang magdusa kung may nagawa siyang kasalanan kaya’t nausal niya ang mga katagang, “Pahiram na lang sana ng kasalanan” upang justified naman ang sakit. Ngunit nang mag-iba ang takbo ng kanyang kanyang buhay at hinangaan at kinabaliwan na siya ng halos lahat ng babae ay unti-unti na niyang pinakawalan ang poot sa kanyang dibdib. Ang galit na naipon dahil sa panlalait sa kanya noon ay tila apoy na tutupok sa mga nang-api at nanlibak sa kanya lalo na ang babaeng dumurog sa kanyang puso. It’s payback time. Sila naman ang luluha sa kanyang mga bisig.