who is erzas dad

Raleigh has lived her whole life looking at the world through rose colored glasses, seemingly nothing can put the exuberant girl down. That is until she meet the tech billionaire Logan hunt, the coldest and most cynical man she ever met, not only does Logan not believe in love, but he thinks her sunny attitude is ridiculous. There is an immediate clash of personalities between the grumpy billionaire and sunny journalist, but in between every thrown barbs and snide remarks is an undeniable spark, feeling that neither can resist. Their verbal communication filled with wits and banter, each of them meets with a mix of frustration and fascination. As they journey through misunderstanding and miscommunication, Raleigh and logan find themselves having a second thought about their beliefs and boundaries. Is it possible for two souls so opposed to find something in common? Can love bridge the gap between the grumpy logan and a sunny Raleigh

When there is evil in this world that justice cannot defeat. Would you taint your hands with evil to defeat evil?Or you remain steadfast and righteous even if it means surrendering to evil? - " TO DEFEAT EVIL, I SHALL BECOME AN EVEN GREATER EVIL." - Flame Morjiana Lavistre - Dela Vega ———————————————————————— WARNING ‼️ UNDER 18 years old below this is not for you to read!! Rated SPG and please be aware for the scene has a following content. Includes: Violence, k*ll*ng, destruction, foul words and etc.. - Everything you read is just fiction from places, name of people and things to be mentioned. This is not for children under the age of 18. Please be aware and responsible as a reader.

Calista Sommers is living her perfectly beautiful life. She's seen by everybody as the ideal good girl, until she met Asher Montgomery, the exact opposite of her 'perfect' personality, who not only brought extra colors and excitements to her life but also sorrow, heartbreak, and despair. When they parted after their high school love ended, they met again after several years. This time, it’s up for destiny to decide if they are truly meant to be, or should they just let go. “Like a drug you messed with my head, a constant battle whether i should remember or forget. Goodbyes after repeated meetings, repetitions of broken hearts, why do we bother with love if it never lasts?”

In my previous life, my husband had suddenly died of a brain hemorrhage, leaving behind a massive mountain of debt. For the sake of my son, who was still in high school, I sold the house my parents had left me, gritted my teeth, and worked three jobs to pay off the debt. Overworked and exhausted, my health deteriorated, and I eventually collapsed in the hospital. From my bed, I could hear my son, now a graduate from a prestigious university, smiling as he spoke on the phone. "Hello? Dad, it's me. Yeah, she's about to die. I bought insurance for her, so we should get close to one million. You and Aunt Rena should come back home right away." The "Aunt Rena" he spoke of was none other than my husband's childhood friend and neighbor who had known him for years. It turned out that the debts were all part of a massive money-laundering scheme between my husband and his childhood sweetheart. They had fabricated false accounts to hide their crime, and he had faked his death to escape the law. My son, eager to become the heir to wealth, had stood by and watched me work myself to death. When I next opened my eyes, I was back in the moment of my husband's feigned brain hemorrhage, the day it had all begun.

I gave him everything—my love, my loyalty, my sacrifices—only for him to betray me with another woman. He thought he was trading up, but little did he know, he abandoned a diamond for a worthless stone. But fate has a way of making fools out of the ungrateful. I am the heiress of a powerful family, and now, I’ve found a man who loves me the way I deserve. While I bask in true love, he will regret his choices, cry bitter tears, and choke on his own mistakes. Let him drown in his misery—I’ve already moved on to something better.

One moment I'm chasing after a rabbit and the next, I'm falling down a rabbit hole! What the heck?! This ain't Alice in Wonderland?! Though as I opened my eyes, I soon found out that I was no longer in my original body and that somehow I transmigrated into the light novel, A Fairytale Romance. And that isn't all, the character whose body I transmigrated into... is none other than the canon-fodder, stuck-up, arrogant, and selfish ojou-sama who was nothing more than a comic relief character, Maria Rosendrey. Life truly sucks...

Having stripped off the Luna position because of her husband's death, Ophelia is made a rogue by her late husband's half-brother after he takes over the Alpha throne. She's been struggling to make ends meet until one year later, someone shows up at the tavern where she works with the news, "Alpha Finlay isn't dead, my Luna." Mystified, Ophelia didn't know whether to be sated or frightened. She shifted into her wolf and ran to the council hall in fast gallops, only to see the man she mourned for one year because he wasn't completely hers. Finlay Dupree wasn't dead, he was the only survivor of the death trap set by the Barbarian pack members. He was interrogated by the elders because he was believed to be dead after his headless body was buried and funeral rites were performed. Ophelia reclaims her position as Luna over the Crimson Paw pack, however something doesn't seem right with the Alpha. Dislike was a mutual feeling and common between them, because Ophelia was married off to Finlay as a debt repayment owed by her father. Finlay had a mistress whom he loved. However, he's been a different person since his return. Showing interest in Ophelia and becoming more considerate than normal. Ophelia is still having doubts about him, but the redness in his eyes when he shifts into his wolf gives out that he's truly an Alpha. Truly, an Impostor wouldn't uphold such supremacy? Aside that, the man is hell-bent on making her fall in love with him. Now, is he truly Alpha Finlay who's changed after survival? Or an Impostor trying to make her believe his lie so he'd never get caught?

The story starts when Queshia found out about her husband, Maverick's, affair with a lady named, Claire, who he met before he got deployed to an exotic island located at the east, which resulted to a child to get dismay. She then struggles fixing their relationship and trying to trust him again for the sake of their marriage, all while she hides the tryst with the other woman from both hers and Maverick’s families, where she also struggles conceiving a baby due to having PCOS. She then recalls where they both started, and all the red flags she should have noticed before marrying Maverick.

The scent of pine and damp earth clung to the air as the full moon created long shadows across the Ancient Clearing. Tonight, was supposed to be our marking ceremony, a sacred ritual binding Alpha Anderson and his chosen Luna before the eyes of the Frostmoon Pack. “My heart,” his gaze locked on Leah, who stood under the moonlight “has always belonged to another. My first love, the one whose spirit has been weakened by the venom of wolfsbane, is my Luna.” He drew Leah closer, his hand possessively circling her waist. Under the watchful gaze of the moon, he smiled. “Our traditions are clear,” he continued, “Only the woman who stands with me at this altar, witnessed by all, shall be my Luna. Though I had always thought that Irene was my mate which I mistakenly marked a time ago. But thanks to the goddess for making me see clearly before it was too late.” They exchanged vows beneath the trees, witnessed by the werewolves and the Moon Goddess. The silver crowns were placed, the ceremonial kiss sealed their bond. I stood hidden in the shadows of the surrounding forest. For twelve years, from the moment my wolf recognized his at eighteen until my thirtieth moon cycle, my love for Anderson had never changed. But his heart, it was clear, belonged to Leah. If that was the truth, then I would release him. He had never truly seen me, never truly cared. Yet, the act of my departure seemed to unravel him in ways I couldn’t understand.

When the college admission notice arrived, I suddenly developed a high fever and was bedridden. My sister encountered a kidnapping on her way to help me collect the notice, and her life was uncertain. My parents hated me deeply. After tearing up my admission notice, they forced me to give up my studies and work in a factory. Later, I experienced a kidnapping as well. After narrowly escaping, I hid in an abandoned factory and sent them a message for help. My dad called me and shouted at me without restraint, “Lena, are you even human? How could you play such a joke on us on Jessica's memorial day!” “Do you have any idea how much your mom and I wished it had been you who died back then?” In my last moments before death, their insults echoed in my ears. I was tortured and killed, turned into a monster, and my body was thrown into a stinking ditch for three full days. Even my father, the most experienced forensic expert, couldn’t recognize me. When my sister returned home with the guy she eloped with years ago, my dad had just restored my appearance through technology. They knelt before my decaying corpse and cried until they fainted.