After dying in a classroom accident, Maximina Santillan an elementary teacher awakens in a dark majestic kingdom hidden deep within a gothic forest. Right before passing out, she wished for a life "that she can fly away" and never have to worry about loans and money. To her shock, literally she has been reincarnated as Princess Wakana,the last heir of the feared Wakwak Kingdom - a race of shape shifters rumored to devour humans. Prince Mandayan a fierce warrior of human kingdom who was cursed by a jealous diwata to never sleep.He can only wander the forests under the moonlight, immune to mortal weapons but completely isolated from his people. A cursed prince who must strike a dangerous alliance with princess Wakana, who wears the skin of a monster, but just simply think about taking a nap, a coffee and a diet, but hold the key to his salvation.

Paano kung ang bakasyon na akala mong tahimik ay mababalutan ng magulong karanasan? Isang karanasan na hindi mo alam kung matatakot ka ba o mahuhulog sa isang nilalang na hindi mo aakalaing totoo? Will you run? Or will you stay to the Encanto's Obsession?...

Forced into an arranged marriage to protect their families legacy, a powerful and cold-hearted CEO and an aspiring singer find herself trapped in a life she didn't choose.

‎When the rainbow defines the colors of identity, it becomes the light that allows people to live fully and be with the one they truly love. ‎ ‎Achi came from a province where society's judgment made him believe that being born as himself was the worst thing that could have happened. In his empty world, he met Noah, a wealthy man who, despite living in a modern world where he has everything, found a safe place on Achi's shoulder. Noah's boring life finally became meaningful as he dared to fall in love without even realizing it. ‎ ‎When the colors finally outshined the darkness, a prism emerged, reflecting what love truly is-a force that conquers all possibilities.

Juniper Everly has just graduated college with a degree in social media marketing, but when she returns to her hometown of Wildflower Springs to figure out her next steps, her plans are disrupted by the 1969 Ford Mustang she restored with her childhood best friend. With a failing transmission and faulty wiring, the local repair shops direct her to Rowan Callahan, the town's resident vintage restoration mechanic, and the girl she hasn't spoken to in four years. When Juniper's month long rental is unexpectedly canceled due to water damage, Rowen offers her guest room in her childhood home-now Rowen's own. In the backyard stands an orange tree marked with a childhood promise Juniper has spent years trying not to think about, forcing her to decide whether she's ready to keep it, or finally let it go.

no one forced Seraphina into Cassius's bed. no one forced her to whisper "angkinin mo ako" against his lips. no one forced her to fall apart under his hands. that's what makes it worse. because when the sun rose and the shame set in, Cassius didn't have to break her. she was already ruined-by her own words, by her own want, by the way she let him. "i'm not going to force you," he said, voice cold as the coffee they never drank. but you're the one who said 'make me yours'."

Ningning always wanted to become someone famous since she was a kid. Always telling her parents about it and bragging to her friends about her progress. Then Giselle came in, the red haired girl that spoke "Trouble" To anyone she ever met. But that was the past. They both auditioned to be an idol through HYP entertainment. Ningning to pursue her dreams, and Giselle just wanted to change who she was after deciding it's enough. What started as a harmless teasing, slowly turned into something far more dangerous than both had anticipated. Will they still be able to stand together after the obstacles they went through? Or will reality hit them both with a harsh slap, and made sure they leave everything behind? (If you like slowburn, then I recommend you read this!) A/N : No mature content ahead, just two silly girls that love each other very well :3

Celeste Johnson does not believe in magic. Unfortunately, her grandmother's strange glass artifact disagrees. When the pale relic begins warming in her hand and answering in impossible marks, Celeste assumes there has to be an explanation. A prank. A hallucination. A phenomenon she has not classified yet. Then someone answers back. In another world, Cassian Vaeloir Aurelian finds the artifact's broken twin beneath the ruins of Ashveil, buried among records no one was meant to read. He thinks he is studying ancient resonance, dimensional instability, and a dead civilization's impossible technology. Instead, he finds Celeste. Their connection begins with marks. Then words. Then warmth. Across Chicago kitchens, ruined archives, court secrets, and moonlit palace studies, research becomes habit, habit becomes longing, and longing becomes the one danger neither of them can calculate. The records say the artifact was built to divide worlds. The artifact seems to remember otherwise.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭--𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭. 𝐀 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 "𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮" 𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭? 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞? .

I had one rule around Leo Santiago. Never let him smell me. Not because I was ashamed of being omega. I wasn't. I had simply spent my entire life being told what my scent meant before anyone bothered asking who I was. Soft. Sweet. Mateable. Future wife material. So I became Dr. Raina Holloway instead. Emergency department pharmacist at County General. The woman trauma residents feared almost as much as Damon Norak. The person who could calculate a critical dose under pressure, catch a fatal interaction before it reached a vein, and make an overconfident intern regret ignoring renal function. I was controlled. Untouchable. Fine. Then my dog nearly died. Murray Pumpernickel, my 72 pound doodle & most expensive emotional attachment, crashed at three in the morning. Pale gums. Weak pulse. Lateral on my bedroom floor. By the time I reached PetER, I was one breath away from shattering. Leo met me at the doors. Curly hair. Warm brown eyes. Navy scrubs. Ridiculous socks. The kind of alpha who made chaos look charming and competence look accidental. Then he saw Murray. And everything funny about him disappeared. He took my dog from my arms like he knew exactly how much of me he was holding and said, "We've got him." Murray survived. Unfortunately, so did my feelings. Because Leo Santiago was my mate. And he had also made one thing painfully clear. He didn't want one. No mate. No bond. No omega looking at him like he was destiny with a pulse. In his words, biology filing paperwork did not count as romance. So I kept my blockers on. I let him think I was just Murray's owner. Just the sharp pharmacist from across the street. Just another familiar face in PetER's midnight chaos. It worked. Until Murray crashed again. Until my control slipped. Until Leo finally caught the scent I had spent years burying. Now the one alpha who never wanted a mate knows he has one. And I'm not sure which is worse being rejected or being chosen because his body told him to.