Prequel of "I Love You since 1892" Pilit hinahanap ni Aleeza ang mga kasagutan sa mga kakaibang panaginip at pakiramdam na nararanasan niya sa tuwing bumubuhos ang ulan at sa tuwing nakikita niya ang estrangherong naghahatid ng magkahalong saya at lungkot sa kanyang puso: si Nathan. Magagawa kaya nilang maitama ang pagkakamali ng nakaraan upang maiwasan ang trahedyang dulot ng bawal na pag-ibig na nagsimula pa noong una at nagpapatuloy kahit ilang siglo na ang nakalipas? O hanggang sa panahon bang ito ay hindi pa rin nila mababago ang nakasulat sa kanilang kapalaran? A story that will look back from its past and present. Will the lines connect them for the second time around? or Will history repeats itself? [Next: "Bride of Alfonso"] Date Written: May 06, 2017 Date Finished: November 12, 2017

Only sample chps. Annabelle finds out that she is not the real daughter of the Alpha at her werewolf pack. As the world she knows comes collapsing down, she has to hide from the Demon Lord who is determined to find her. Will the Werewolf King yield to the Demon Lord's ultimatum and give her to the enemy or will she be the cause of a looming war between the two species? More importantly, who is Belle and what does the Demon Lord want with her? Belle's meeting with the Werewolf King does not go very well, she finds him to be an arrogant bastard! Worse still, he wants nothing to do with her. "Why do I feel you're my mate? What have you done to me? "bellowed the King. "How do you know I am not your mate?" I asked, growling in frustration. I did not want to be his mate any more than he wanted me to be his, but his cocky attitude was getting to me. "Because you are not even a werewolf," he grunted, his black irises shimmering dangerously. "You're a liar," I screamed not caring that I was talking to the most lethal creature in the world. He roared in laughter, the sound of which irritated the hell out of me. Aargh! How I wanted to rip his heart out even as I wanted to glue my body to his and stay there forever, basking in his scent. I was so mad that I wanted to show him how wrong he was. Soon, he would be sorry, he would kneel and beg for my forgiveness. The mental image of him on his knees made my lips twitch with amusement. I started phasing out to my wolf form, and when I stood in all my glory, I prowled and preened to show off my beautiful fur. He laughed even harder. I simply wanted to kill him. Yes, my wolf was small, but it existed. Why the hell wasn't he on his knees then? "As I said, you're not a werewolf," he repeated. Huh, what did he mean by that?