tagalog monthsary message

An outcast is rejected by her Alpha who still wants to covet her beauty for himself but fails as Olympia finds the acceptance she so desires in the arms of another. A more powerful creature. How? After being disgraced for getting pregnant, this creature steps in claiming to be her second chance mate. This pisses off her first mate of course but she rejects him and chooses her second chance mate, the time to leave with him comes, but she mysteriously disappeared. How and why? Olympia gets an anonymous message warning her about her second chance mate, claiming he is the danger who has a hand in her parent's death. Is this true and when Olympia, after 6 years, gets another mysterious letter telling her to return to her second chance mate's side, what is she going to do? I guess that's for you all to find out in this overwhelming werewolf romance filled with multiple twists.

I died beneath the Ferris wheel. The killer took a photo of the Ferris wheel and sent it to my mother. 'Mom, I want to ride the Ferris wheel with you too,' wrote the killer. In my mother's voice message, her tone was filled with hatred as she replied, "How dare you ask to ride the Ferris wheel with me when you killed your own sister? Why won't you just die?!" As she wished, I was dead. However, what she didn't know was that the one who killed me was my so-called dead sister.

When he was young, because of a girl's words, he abandoned the military career prepared by his family and resolutely stepped onto the screen. When they met again, he took every step to trap the girl who had long forgotten him into his arms. One day after the wedding, Wen Qing pointed at Actor Lu with her hands on her hips and said angrily, "I've already deleted the kissing scene, why is this scandal still happening?" Lu Yi looked at the message clearly displayed on his phone with a smile: Shocked! Actor Lu's first on-screen kiss! "Are you jealous?" Wen Qing pursed her lips and turned around, not wanting to look at him. Lu Yi stepped forward and hugged her waist. "I'm very happy." "Did you do it on purpose?" Lu Yi laughed so hard that his chest trembled. He just wanted to see her jealous.

Liang Qingyu and Xie Licheng had been married for three years. She knew Xie Licheng didn't love her. Her only advantage was being able to maintain the façade of being Mrs. Xie. But she didn't care, as long as Xie Licheng didn't fall in love with someone else, she could still console herself, thinking he was naturally indifferent. That was until Liang Qingyu saw a text message on Xie Licheng's phone. She discovered that the usually cold Xie Licheng could also have casual conversations with someone else. She realized that Xie Licheng could break his own rules for someone else. She found out that the girl was his first love. It turned out that Xie Licheng just didn't love her. Liang Qingyu resolutely decided to get a divorce. Xie Licheng didn't believe Liang Qingyu would leave him. He readily signed the divorce papers, thinking she would eventually come back after some time away. But instead of seeing Liang Qingyu bow her head and return, he heard news that she had found someone new. From that moment, he went mad.

I was in a car accident on my way to my son, Nathan’s piano competition. Ignoring my injuries, I limped to the venue just in time for the awards ceremony. Nathan won the gold medal. With excitement shining in his eyes, he ran toward me. But as I smiled at him, he turned and placed the medal around the neck of my husband’s first love, Janine Beck. My husband of ten years, Christopher Frost, looked at me with irritation. “Look at what you’re wearing! You’re filthy, like a beggar,” he said cruelly. “Don’t come to Nathan’s celebration dinner tonight—he’s embarrassed by you!” I stayed silent and went alone to the hospital to have my injuries checked. Later, I returned to the villa, drenched in the rain, only to find the doors locked against me. I knocked on the door in the pouring rain for the entire night. At dawn, when the first light broke across the sky, I sent Christopher a message: [Let’s get a divorce. As you wish, I will no longer be an eyesore in your lives.]

A flicker of hope, a spark amidst the neon grime of New Shanghai. Anya, a slave to the Volkov Mafia, had long buried her emotions under layers of calloused defiance. Years of servitude had carved a burning desire for vengeance into her soul. Then, a whisper of rebellion arrived – a message smuggled in a package, hinting at a Volkov family secret. Anya's heart, long numbed, stuttered awake. This wasn't just a chance to escape; it was a weapon. A weapon to dismantle the empire that had stolen her life, her family, everything. But the path to freedom was a razor's edge. Fear gnawed at her, a constant companion in the Volkov's watchful gaze, their merciless enforcers lurking in every shadow. Yet, a flicker of something else bloomed – a strange, almost forgotten warmth, a sliver of the person she used to be. Could she trust it? As Anya navigated the labyrinth of lies and high-tech security, a deeper truth unfolded. This Volkov secret wasn't just about her escape; it was a key to exposing a far-reaching conspiracy, one that could reshape the city's criminal web. Suddenly, Anya's burning desire for revenge transformed. It wasn't just about herself anymore. It was about a sliver of justice, a chance to dismantle a system that preyed on the weak. But with this newfound purpose came a terrifying weight of responsibility. Was she strong enough to risk everything, to ignite a war she might not survive? The weight of human emotions – fear, anger, and a desperate yearning for freedom – threatened to suffocate her. The price of vengeance was steep, and Anya had to decide if she had the strength to pay it.

“Eloise Anthony, I Ainsley Williams the Alpha of the Litha Night Walker pack, reject you as my mate. From this moment onward I sever the moon goddess fate and bond between us. You are hereby denied the opportunity of being my mate.” He paused and looked at her “A scheming and a murderer like you deserve nothing but death” She looked at him the bitterness in her throat growing every second “I, Eloise Anthony, the daughter of Golden Moon Pack Alpha refused your rejection Alpha Ainsley Williams” She's all yours now, do whatever you want with her.” I curled up on the ground, listening as the man in front of me, Alex, the Beta of the Litha Night Walker Pack, gave his final orders to the rouges. "You’ll experience the same pain and humiliations my sister Aura experienced," he said, looking at me with a dark intensity, his tone tinged with a hint of bloodthirsty emotion. “Aura my little sister was a sweet girl. She's never been to a pub or entered the Scamp Forest alone. But now she was found raped and murdered there. Your mate, Alpha Ainsley, and I went through Aura's phone, and we found out that right before the accident, you called her. The last message on her phone was to you. Where were you, Eloise?” As Alex stared at me, his eyes were filled with hatred and killing intent.

I was pregnant. On my way to deliver documents to Tristan Goldberg, a flash flood struck. Desperate, I dialed his number, praying he’d answer. After a few rings, the call connected. But instead of Tristan, a woman’s voice answered. "Tristan, whose number is this? Do you want to answer it?" There was a brief pause, and then Tristan’s voice, cold and indifferent, cut through. "It’s just my maid. Ignore it. Hang up." And just like that, the call disconnected. Staring at the torrent rising around me, my pulse quickened. I texted him, begging for him to send a rescue team. Minutes passed as the waters climbed to my waist, churning and relentless. Then, a message from Tristan finally appeared. Tristan: [What kind of ridiculous story are you making up now?] Tristan: [Emily, do you think you're eighteen, playing these childish games? I want that document in my hands within thirty minutes, or we're getting divorced.] A surge of terror shot through me as I looked up, catching sight of a heavy branch snapping loose and crashing down. In an instant, everything went dark.

An underwater volcano has been detected showing unusual activity, with the potential to erupt at any moment. Evacuations in the surrounding sea area have already begun. My husband, Ethan Gibson, boarded a lifeboat with his true love, Aria York, leaving me—his pregnant wife—behind. Not only that, he scolded me for being jealous at the worst possible time. "Aria can't swim. I have to take her first. What more do you want? I left the life jacket for you—isn't that enough?" "I'm pregnant… I'm scared…" I tried to plead. "Enough! Wendy, what's wrong with you? Why do you always have to be so dramatic?" That night, I was still nowhere to be found. Furious, he sent me a message: [Wendy! Where the hell are you? Do you have to take things this far?] [I'm telling you; I'm not coming to look for you. If you come back now, I'll act like this never happened. But if you don't, then don't bother coming back—ever!] However, Ethan… I couldn't come back anymore.

On the day my husband married my younger sister, I once again heard the divine message from the Astral Sanctuary: if I sever all ties to the mortal world within three days, I can reclaim the astral power I relinquished and return to the Astral Sanctuary. On the first day, I publicly cut my hair to symbolize the severing of love and signed the separation letter, ending my three-year marriage to the man I once loved. Holding my sister in his arms, he looked at me with disdain. His words dripped with mockery as he called me petty and jealous, claiming that sparing me the title of an equal wife had been his greatest act of kindness. On the second day, I drove a blade into myself six times, severing my bond with my cherished elder brother. He stood by, cold and unfeeling, sneering that I was nothing more than a desperate fool, resorting to theatrics to compete for his affection—a devotion he reserved entirely for my sister. On the third day, I clenched my teeth and carved through my own flesh and bone, severing my connection to the parents who had given me life. Enraged, they called me ungrateful and declared I was unworthy—not just of being their daughter, but even of being compared to my perfect sister. In the end, I succumbed to exhaustion and blood loss. My spirit ascended to the Astral Sanctuary, where I reclaimed my true identity as an Astral Maiden. When my family discovered my lifeless body left behind in the mortal realm, they all descended into madness.