Ophelia, a lonely mage raised in the shadow of her foster sister Amy, loses everything after Rosalia's death. Cast out by jealousy and heartbreak, she finds herself tangled in royal chaos and in a silent engagement to Prince Samuel. But when the crown becomes his burden and Amy takes his heart, Ophelia vanishes once more. Then comes Hugh; grumpy, infuriating, and impossible to ignore. In his inn, Ophelia finds not just shelter, but something she's never had: belonging. But the past isn't done with her. Old flames return, secrets unravel, and forgiveness blooms where envy once lived. As love and healing take root, Ophelia must choose the life she wants-and the man willing to give her forever. But how can a mage with no deep emotional understanding choose the right thing?
Ophelia's POV
I do not understand mortals, nor will I ever be.
I cannot understand how this woman went out of her way to raise an immortal like me... only to die smiling.
"Ophelia..." I heard her soft mumbling voice calling out for me while she held my hands. Her cold wrinkly skin was sending me the signal that her time is near.
"I do not regret the time I spent raising you..." Rosalia whispered.
"Why are you using your remaining energy to speak..."
She offered me a warm smile, one that I had never seen before. The one that I have been wanting to set out a sight even for just a small ounce of time.
Her eyes darted on me. She could barely open them but she still make sure she can look at me even for the last time.
I could feel her hands slowly loosening its grip. How her breathing slowly disappearing, 40 beats every excruciating minute.
"Because..." There was a long pause in her phrase before she could finally take her time finishing it.
"There is nothing I more fulfilling than knowing my love has raised you right." I watched how tears started falling from her eyes.
This is grief... they say.
But why can't I feel anything? Why does it feel like there was nothing in my heart except for the wish that she passed peacefully? That she do not need to worry about me anymore?
I do not want to see her stressed out on how will I live my life after she finally depart. I just want her soul to rest in peace and be on her way to the afterlife without anything holding her back.
I sighed and breathe heavily as I leaned closer. My forehead touch hers and my hands tightened in her hands.
"Thank you so much for being with me... Thank you so much for honing this mage skills to the best of your ability that I am who I am today. Had it been not for you... I wouldn't be in this stand." I whispered, cherishing every bits of minutes I still have with her.
She did not replied.
She just gave me her loving one last breath as she died smiling.
And for a bit of time, all I felt was this silence. The silence that I had not been blessed with over the past fifty years.
I miss Rosalia's nagging. I did not know that an elf who does not know any emotions could also feel yearning for someone that is meant to leave.
I took all the courage to stand up from my seat. I gently walked away from her bed and opened the door to see her servants crying.
I do not want to be the person delivering the news but I also know this cannot be stopped nor be put into a pause.
"The lady had died. She passed away with a smile." I whispered in the air, looking at how everyone was shedding tears.
"Why can't you do anything for her?!" Rosalia's daughter, Amy, kneeled in front of me while she cried.
"I was not the one he wanted to see for the last time while she was bed ridden and yet, the elf she raised could not even give her another year to live. What kind of nonsense is this?"
She was upset, I know. But she needs to understand that it is not something I could do.
"I cannot bring the dead back." I affirmed. It will break her mortal heart but the truth will never falter.
"Rosalia... wouldn't want that either."
She completely broke in front of me, collapsing as if she was about to follow her mother.
"Amy, stand up." I stood in front of her, in my ground. "Your mother wouldn't want her daughter to follow her on the afterlife."
I sighed loudly as I watched every single one of them crying and shedding. I could hear all their weeping and I know it won't bring her back. It is just draining all of them and it won't be good for me.
I walked past Amy and had no plans to stay in such a gloomy place anymore.
But before I could leave, I heard his voice crack once again. Her voice that was laced with all the pain and the hurting emotions that I have grown accustomed to.
"What did she said about me?" Amy sounded desperate to have a closure before she could move on.
"Did mother says something? Did she ever thought of me before she passed?"
I turned around and see those pair of eyes. Those eyes that had been searching for something to soothe the painful stab that her heart had received.
"No." I plainly answered.
"Until her deathbed, she spoke nothing but the mage she raised."
"How dare you?!" She lunged after me, attempting to have a slap but failed miserably.
She could not break the walls I had built for myself.
Nor will I ever let her...
"Stop crying over what is done and do something to make yourself worthy to be her daughter, Amy."
She looked at me with her eyes flaming in anger and I knew exactly how much she wants to put an end to my life.
"I will not disgrace your mother's death by lying about her last sentences."
"Couldn't you at least show sympathy for our lady?!" One of the maids shouted, clearly not understanding where I am coming from.
"Is that something I am born with?" My eyes travelled all across the room to see the look in their faces. "Or have you all forgotten that this woman does not know what that means?"
I knew they have been resenting me. Some of them might want to stab me or burn me until my ashes have been scattered and could no longer be revived. But what can I do when I do not have the emotions most of them have been blessed with?
"One day..." Amy had her fist clenched. "You will die and no one will mourn for you. No one will remember you... and you will be just another speck of dust who won't matter for most."
"Is this what they call a curse?" I blankly stared at her.
"You will be forgotten... and will be swept away with history–"
"I know."
She looked at me with her flaming eyes as soon as I cut her words.
"No one will mourn someone who will outlive everyone she met."
Eris Morrigan has always been a storm. A rebellious force born from bitterness, abandonment, and a relentless desire to test the world's limits. Known in her small coastal town as nothing more than a troublemaker, Eris has mastered the art of pushing people away. But when her latest scandal forces her into community service at the local church, she meets Father Thaddeus Omari, a young, revered priest with kind eyes, quiet strength, and a past cloaked in mystery. He was supposed to guide her back to the right path. She was supposed to despise him. What neither of them expected was the pull. A quiet, dangerous magnetism that defies both reason and doctrine. As Thaddeus tries to help Eris tame the chaos inside her, he finds himself facing demons of his own, including the silent ache of wanting something-or someone-he swore never to touch. Can a rebellious sinner and a fallen priest truly find redemption in each other? Or was it always His divine plan-to let a sinner redeem a savior, and a savior surrender everything for love?
Ciara Dela Cruz had always known a life of uncertainty and heartbreak. After fleeing a broken engagement with the man she thought she loved, she returned to the orphanage where she spent her childhood, vowing to never let anyone get too close again. But when Lysander, her first love, the man who left her heartbroken, shows up at her doorstep, everything she's worked to build starts to crumble. Torn between the life she's found for herself and the man who haunts her memories, Ciara must decide if she can let go of the past and trust the future that Lysander promises. As they go through the emotional wounds of the past and the undeniable bond that still ties them together, their journey forces them to confront their deepest fears. But with a new life on the way and the weight of old mistakes looming over them, can Ciara and Lysander rebuild their love, or will they let the pain of the past tear them apart for good?
Money cannot buy love, but it sure can make marriages possible. It may not be genuine and warm, but for a woman hanging by a thread, what else is there to choose? Gabrielle Angelique–blonde woman, golden eyes, and pale skin. Though beautiful and extremely irresistible, she is an orphan who is under the care of her stepmother who is already dying. In order to make her life longer, she decided to cut hers short by marrying Randall Maximillian, the wealthiest person to have ever existed. Will Gabrielle be able to handle that kind of marriage? A union bound by money and crimes–is she going to regret it?
Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
She was hurt. She was bullied and made fun of. And the only hope that kept her going was finding her mate. She has always been weak. Weak to the world. Why? Because she was a lantern. She didn't have a wolf. That's what everyone thought about her. When she found her mate, he wanted her to be his slut and not a wife. She might be an omega, but it doesn't mean she will take disloyalty and betrayal lightly. So she did something that no one in history ever did. She rejected an Alpha. "I, Alexis Clark, reject Brandon Sterling, the alpha of Black mist pack, and consider myself a free soul until I decide so."; Were her last words before she left that torturous place and became a rogue. A rogue that everyone was fearing and finding. Why? Because she was the rogue that has become one of the biggest problems of almost all the packs in the country. She was Alexis Clark. A rogue that rejected an Alpha, stealth food, kill other rogues, and more than that was living with humans and studying with them. What will happen when her case is given to the world's most dangerous alpha, Sebastian Sinclair, who has taken it upon himself to punish this rogue. The one who hated rogues and omega to a level that was beyond understanding. Why? Because his mate was an omega, who betrayed him with a rogue before dying. How will Alexis tackle this alpha, in whose College she was studying and living under hiding for almost a year? What will Sebastian do when he finds out the new girl he had been talking to is none other than the rogue omega that he had decided to kill? "To love you with all my might was my only wish, but you were the only one who gave me endless suffering. So today, I promise myself to not fall for anyone."; A simple saying that both Alexis and Sebastian had vowed upon. Will they be able to find their love amidst all these problems?
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."