I carved her name into the old oak tree *Lily, my one and only*. Stupid, I know. But love makes fools of us all. Every day, I’d climb that tree, just to catch a glimpse through her window shade. Her shadow dancing on the wall was enough to keep me smiling for weeks. I knew the neighbors talked. Knew the cops were bound to come. But I didn’t care. Not really. Love’s a kind of crazy, and I was deep in it. The officer knocked. I barely heard him over the sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. And then; through the slats, I saw her. Lily. Watching. Waving. No smile. Just there. As they led me away, I told myself she loved me. That someday, she'd come. She never did but that's okay, love will find its own way. But I still whisper her name to the wind, hoping it carries back to her; wherever she is. Years later, I'm finally here; again. I probably should see her, to say hi, or maybe apologise. While I was busy procrastinating, at the door is a sudden knocking...

"She's trouble." That was his first thought when he saw her for the first time in college. With her posh style and attitude, added with her rioting voice as if she's announcing to the world of her presence, he had to steer clear from her since he didn't need the distraction, academic excellence was his ultimate goal back then. Still, despite his careful blending into the background, moving quietly under the radar, constant evasions of attending any parties, he still caught her eyes. He had tried everything to throw her off. Friend zoning her, gave her the cold treatment, miles long of excuses whenever she asked to be around him, it still didn't stop her from falling and wanting him for herself despite having suitors queuing longer than any new Iphone's debut sale for her since she is a hot and stunning looker. Though she didn't outright reject any of them, she did friend zoned every single of them. For her, her heart had already been taken and that remains as long as she still can feel. Final year and he'd finally gave in to her constant aggressive advances and they had been dating ever since. Four years after that, they are married to each other. But that changes nothing about her. She is still Laura that he knows, a walking riot. She's still goes to parties and clubbing with her friends, still has as much male friends as her female friends and spend time with them, still that social butterfly who would flirt and play around without a care though he knows that she would never cheat on him. He even knows that sometimes she lies about it so she won't hurt him. She is just being Laura Lorraine that he knows. But that doesn't mean it doesn't bother him. With compromise, opportunities and chances arise and being a businessman who constantly relies on his quick thinking and wit, he knows that all too well. The question is; how long before something finally gives if the status quo persists? What then? Could he handle the possible betrayal since he had chose to trust her?

It was an arranged betrothal to solidify both her & your families' footholds in the empire that had made the combined families' wealth, military & influences rivalling to that of the emperor's. While her family consists of military might & able warriors that are slightly inferior to those that of the emperor's, yours is blessed with unrivalled intellectuals, great politicians & governors together with immeasurable & boundless wealth, one that surpassed even the emperor's. Of course such a huge move didn't go unnoticed especially by the emperor. Velladona is a good commander of her troops, commanding ten thousand elite heavy and light cavalry men under ten able Captains that report directly to her, both to her office & her sleeping chamber as well... sometimes with all of them at the same time. Velladona, confident in her position & oblivious to the ongoing shifting tides of cunning political dynamics, continues her indulgent lifestyle, unaware that you, her fiancé had long known of her affairs. Unbeknownst to Velladona & the Valturo, the emperor would capitalize on this to approach your family & offer his own three princesses as consorts to you if your family would aid him in bringing down the Valturo for good & pledge fealty to him. You, calculating & patient, bided your time, your loyalty to your family’s ambitions outweighing any affection for your betrothed. As the empire teetered on the brink of political strife, the fragile alliance between the arrogant and domineering Valturo & your subtle yet cunning family began to strain & crack, setting the stage for a betrayal that would reshape the empire’s destiny...

The sea was heavy with unspoken words, the kind that linger in the air like a storm waiting to break, as you watch the coming of dawn over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange & pink. Elise, your seven years wife was beside you, her head resting on your shoulder, her breath steady but her thoughts, a whirlwind. You could feel it; the weight of her secrets, the guilt that clung to her like a second skin. Yet; you said nothing, you never did. Every time you & her found yourselves in these quiet moments, you felt the pull of her, an endless waves in the tide of love & longing. You told yourself that you could lie to keep her happy, to keep being together. As long as she knew that you were here, maybe it would be enough, maybe you both could pretend forever. But the cracks were beginning to show, in the way her eyes searching you for something you weren’t sure you could give anymore. She wanted to believe in what you both had, but the truth was a shadow that neither of you could outrun. You tried to hold on, to keep the illusion alive, to surrender to the moment and let it carry you both. Yet, every time you thought you could, you felt yourself slipping, the weight of her betrayal pressing down on you like a stone. You wished you could stop, knowing every moment is breaking you heart while you wished you could freeze time & keep them in this fragile bubble of happiness. But you knew it was only a matter of time before it all came crashing down. Too many tears, too many years, too many lies built around you and her. Still, you stayed. Because even as you felt yourself pulling away, even as you felt her changing shape in your arms, you couldn’t let go. Not yet. Not while there was still a chance, however slim, that you both could find your way back to each other. And so, both of you sat there, watching the sunset, two souls tangled in a love that was as beautiful as it was broken. Perhaps you could stay just one more day of her constant adulterous betrayal..

She's the Matriarch of The Necromortis Order and is one of the few surviving Day Walkers that were almost completely annihilated during the Three Centuries War with the Pure Breeds. Her kind were hunted down since they were regarded as blasphemies to her own race due to their hybrid lineage by their other brethrens during the period starting from the 1500 all the way to the 1800. The truth of the matter was, the Archons of the Pure Breeds waged that war because they were coveting the Day Walkers' ability for themselves, believing that if they could devour the life essence of the Day Walkers, then the ability will be inherited to them. This was true to some extent but they found out later that using such mean to get the ability came with a hefty price. Those that had devoured the Day Walkers' life essence bound to self combusted without warning at any time so they ended the war with no real victor in it. Now, after the war had ended, she cut all ties with the rest of them and runs her House autonomously, free from the dominion of any Archons. You are one of the Young Bloods, newly groomed to enter her covenant and this is your first encounter with her...

You are one of the few lucky ones out there. You made your fortune, not purely from your wealthy background but also with your own hardwork & intelligence. You are good looking, have great interpersonal & networking skills, could charm your way out of pretty much almost anything, you are a tremendously great catch for both men & women alike; a love magnet, single, eligible, irresistible & carefree. To prove that, you are never short of suitors & dates ranging from those who are older than you & most definitely from those who are way younger than you are. This week you manage got a date with an 18 years old girl that had been sneaking her DMs into your socmed's page countless times for the last couple of months despite being in your late 30's, though this is not the first time it happened. After exchanging numbers, texts & brief but sweet phone calls, you finally asked her out & set a date for the weekend. The café is bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon sunlight, the kind that makes everything feel warm & golden. You sit at a corner table, your posture relaxed but your mind sharp, as it always was. You are used to this; meeting someone new, the thrill of a first date, the effortless charm you could turn on like a switch. You didn’t know her name yet, not really. She had introduced herself as “Mira” in her messages, but something about her tone felt different; more serious, more deliberate than the usual flirty banter you were accustomed to. Still, you brushed it off. You are good at reading people, at navigating conversations, at making others feel at ease. Whatever this is, you could handle it. When she walked in, you noticed her immediately. She is young, yes, but there is something in her eyes that felt older, heavier, as if she carries a secret too big for her age. She hesitates for a moment, scanning the room, before her gaze landed on you. For a split second, you thought you saw something familiar in her face, something you couldn’t quite place...

(Derived from 'Strange Attraction' by The Cure with bits & pieces of the 'Wild Mood Swing') It began with a flutter, like the wings of a butterfly. A tiny book, faded red, arrived on my doorstep. Inside, delicate pages spelled my name in ink that shimmered like secrets. “Lost in admiration,” it began. “Forever yours.” Her words were soft, flowing, obsessive. Letters followed, each one a thread weaving her into my life. “I need to see you,” she wrote. “To feel you.” Her voice was a whisper I couldn’t ignore. We met under a nervous sky. Her smile was a question, her lips painted crimson. “Can I use some of your lipstick?” she asked, and I laughed, charmed by her audacity. She was poetry in motion, a strange attraction I couldn’t resist. For a moment, it felt real—her arms, her warmth, the way she pulled me into her orbit. But seasons change. Her letters stopped. My birthday came, and with it, a final note. “Blame infatuation,” she wrote. “Reality has destroys the dreams.” The book of butterflies became a relic of old goodbyes. Strange how the smallest things—a word, a glance—can alter everything. Years later, I saw her by the sea. She followed me, her eyes reflecting the stars. “Is this how it happens?” she asked, her voice like the tide. I tried to explain—attraction, gravity, the pull of something inevitable. But she smiled, a moth drawn to a flame, and melted into the night. The comet crashed, leaving only bruises. She drifted away, back to the sound of the sea. And I was left wondering if stars ever really fall, or if they simply fade, like the wings of a butterfly.

The office had become your prison & she was the warden. For five years, you’ve slaved under Kylie, pouring your sweat & soul into every project, every report, every menial & herculean task she dumped on you. And for what? Empty praise, stolen credit & a paycheck that hasn’t budged since the day you started. As she climbed the ladder on your back, using your work as her stepping stones, while you’ve been left to rot in the same position, the same paygrade, the same suffocating stagnation. You hate her. Not just dislike or resentment but you actually loathe & abhor her. Every smug smile, every condescending remark, every time Kylie struts into a meeting & presents your ideas as her own, it festers inside you like a poison. You’ve dreamed of revenge, of watching her fall from her self-made pedestal. That hatred drove & motivate you to dig deep. You scoured every file, every email, every financial record you could get your hands on. When all hopes seem lost, you finally stumble upon it; breadcrumbs, irregularities in the accounting, trails of numbers & figures that didn’t add up. The deeper you went following the money tracks, the clearer it became. She’s been stealing. Misappropriating company funds for her own lavish spending, her vacations, her designer wardrobe. Now, you have it all; the evidence, the proof, the noose to hang her with. You’ve compiled every detail, every transaction, every damning piece of the puzzle. She doesn’t know it yet, but her empire of lies is about to crumble. You are ready to confront her, to watch her squirm as you lay it all out. Should you leverage this to force her to finally acknowledge you, to give you the promotion and pay you deserve? Or will you destroy her entirely, watch her career burn to the ground? Or perhaps you have another option? The choice is yours & for the first time in years, you feel alive. The game is set & you hold all the cards. Let’s see how she likes being used...

It never meant to be this far, this complicated but everything had now become a mess. It all began with her betrayal, your wife Marlena, the woman who vowed to love & cherish you, had chose to warm the bed of another's behind your back. The discovery shattered you, but it also ignited something dark & reckless within. You wanted to hurt her, to make her feel the same searing pain you felt so you sought solace in the arms of another woman, a fling that was never supposed to mean anything, but it did. It became everything. From the very beginning, your affair partner, Alicia was a whirlwind of passion & spontaneity. Every moment with her was electric, unpredictable & liberating. She made you feel alive in ways you hadn’t in years. Your connection was wild, untamed & intoxicating. You told yourself it was just revenge, just a way to cope, but the truth is, you fell for her, hard. Alicia became your escape, your happiness, your rebellion against the pain Marlena had caused. You love her just as much as you love your wife, if not more in some ways. It’s a confusing, tangled mess of emotions you can’t seem to unravel. But now, everything has changed. Marlena, burdened by guilt, confessed her infidelity. She’s remorseful, repentant, and swears it will never happen again. She wants to rebuild what you had, to fix the broken pieces of your marriage & part of you wants that too. She’s the mother of your two children, the woman you’ve shared a life with for years. But the other part of you is tethered to Alicia, who is now carrying your love child. Nine weeks into her pregnancy, she’s determined to keep the baby, no matter what. She loves you fiercely, and you can’t deny the bond you’ve formed. You are utterly & completely torn. Do you leave Marlena & start a new life with Alicia who has given you so much joy & passion? Do you end things with Alicia, sacrificing that happiness to try & salvage your marriage? Or do you attempt the impossible by keeping them both?

It never meant to be this far, this complicated but everything had now become a mess. It all began with her betrayal, your wife Marlena, the woman who vowed to love & cherish you, had chose to warm the bed of another's behind your back. The discovery shattered you, but it also ignited something dark & reckless within. You wanted to hurt her, to make her feel the same searing pain you felt so you sought solace in the arms of another woman, a fling that was never supposed to mean anything, but it did. It became everything. From the very beginning, your affair partner, Alicia was a whirlwind of passion & spontaneity. Every moment with her was electric, unpredictable & liberating. She made you feel alive in ways you hadn’t in years. Your connection was wild, untamed & intoxicating. You told yourself it was just revenge, just a way to cope, but the truth is, you fell for her, hard. Alicia became your escape, your happiness, your rebellion against the pain Marlena had caused. You love her just as much as you love your wife, if not more in some ways. It’s a confusing, tangled mess of emotions you can’t seem to unravel. But now, everything has changed. Marlena, burdened by guilt, confessed her infidelity. She’s remorseful, repentant, and swears it will never happen again. She wants to rebuild what you had, to fix the broken pieces of your marriage & part of you wants that too. She’s the mother of your two children, the woman you’ve shared a life with for years. But the other part of you is tethered to Alicia, who is now carrying your love child. Nine weeks into her pregnancy, she’s determined to keep the baby, no matter what. She loves you fiercely, and you can’t deny the bond you’ve formed. You are utterly & completely torn. Do you leave Marlena & start a new life with Alicia who has given you so much joy & passion? Do you end things with Alicia, sacrificing that happiness to try & salvage your marriage? Or do you attempt the impossible by keeping them both?

How life loves a tragedy...four years, that's how much time your life was wasted in nurturing the love between you & your wife, Alessandra, only to find out that the newborn she had just delivered three months ago is not even yours. Luckily, you had made the paternity test without her knowing, hence making it easier to trace her digital tracks which had led you to several findings, her social media's DMs, her secret Tinder's profile, her text messages & even the phone conversations that she had with her lover when you weren't around which you got from the spyware that you had planted on her phone without her knowing. In her Cloud account that you had managed to access with stolen password, you recovered several photos & short footages that revealed her adulterous double life behind your back. For the first time in your life, you feel like a complete failure. Not because you were cheated on without knowing, nor because you had failed to prevent this from happening but simply because you let her make you feel hurt this much that hits your core the hardest. As you sit on the beach by yourself, you are reflecting on your life & everything that had happened so far, throwing your sight into the far distance, as if the answers to everything that you are facing now are sitting idly beyond the horizon. From the corner of your eyes you noticed a silhouette of a slender woman taking a seat close to you. She opens her bag & take out a dozen can of beers. She clearly had cried before reaching here since her bloodshot eyes are still apparently red. She opens up a can & chug it down until it's empty, belch unapologetically before turning to you & smile awkwardly. She throws you a can & signal you to chug it down. You thank her for it & she suddenly gets up, not to leave but to sit next to you instead & that threw you off a bit since it was unexpected but you remain calm. She extended her hand to you "Ellie...what do they normally call you? Sugar Lips?" She reaches into her bag...

"She's too much of a racket..." was the first thought that came across your mind as you watched her struggled in futility, trying to take the cuffs off her wrists, whimpering as the cold irons are bruising her smooth delicate skin while she tried to force them away. Outside the royal tent, thunderous battle cries are still shaking the ground as your one & a half million strong army are all in high spirits after they had swept half of the entire land into submission, winning battle after battle & bringing other nations to their knees one after the other with sheer might & unrivaled dominance, but you would rather win a war that is fought without spilling a single drop of anyone's blood...for that very reason she's here, despite you having to put up with her annoying spoiled rotten princess complex. "Let go of me you..you..you barbaric Neanderthal." Her pretty face is flooded with rosiness as she's fuming in dissatisfaction. "Don't you ever dare to think that just because you are...so good looking, I'm gonna overlook your brutish behaviour. Once my father, the king learn of my kidnapping, his royal army will march to your encampment & by that time, it'll too late for you...Her tiny frail arms are shaking the chains of her cuffs in annoyance. "They are hurting me..." The golden dust in her eyes are starting to gather, preparing to re-form itself into pearly beads of rain that would fall from her frustrated eyes at any moment. You decided to scare off this bratty princess with an empty threat. "If you won't stop making too much noise, then I'm gonna ask the stable boy to collect some horse dung & smother your pretty face with it." Surprisingly enough, that bluff works, as she widen her eyes in horror upon hearing those words & quickly covers her mouth tightly while a tear inevitably descend from that horrified eyes. She resigned to her fate & sobs quietly on your bed. It's better to kidnap & wed her than having your army slaughter hundred thousands of her citizens...

One of the hardest thing about being men is sometimes we find ourselves having too many balls to juggle at same time and we'd end up letting life gets into our heads unwillingly while handling that balancing act. Fiora was the first woman that you fell in love with, though you were not her first. Several men had came before you yet her body counts remain undisclosed till todate. You are fine with it since it was all in the past and no way it could affect your future together, forgetting that life has this sick fetish of biting your behind when you least expect it and bite you it did, hard. Due to financial responsibilities since you are the sole breadwinner, you have to pull 16 long hours daily for 5 days a week to meet up with the planned fund of your future children's arrival and the live you had planned for them. It's also to ensure that Fiora's life would be comfortable too. That had made you rarely around except on weekends. She decided to do something with her time during your absence to try to fill that void you're leaving. However, her activities never once bothered the harmony of your relationship since she's always home during the evening and night of every day. These days, her laughter lingered in the air, a sound I hadn’t heard in months before. She’d joined a book club three weeks ago, a social group she said would help her “find herself.” You didn’t question it—not at first. But her phone buzzed incessantly now, and her eyes constantly avoided yours. One evening, she left her phone on the kitchen counter while she goes to the bathroom. A message flashed: *“Can’t wait for tomorrow. You were amazing yesterday.”* Your chest tightened. Days later, you followed her. She met him at a café—a man from the group, his smile too familiar. They held hands, whispered and laughed as your heart shattered. When you confronted her, she cried, admitting the affair saying “I was lonely,” her words felt hollow and loneliness was no excuse for betrayal...

It only took a year into your marriage before your used-to-be girlfriend & now your current wife, Jenna starts acting out on her old habit again, despite having sworn an oath to you that she would never make the same foolish mistake of betraying the love that you had entrusted to her ever again. It's not that it kills you when she did it but you wish that she could at least wouldn't be so insulting to your intellect by being dumb enough to be caught, to smartly hides her extra marital activities. The symptoms are just no brainer. Always coming home late with the excuses of too much work or having drinks with her colleagues after work, secretly messaging & stuck on her phones in the middle of the night, marks on her body that you knew weren't yours, the constant out stations & business trips, spending too much of her free time with her girlfriends & of course that obnoxiously repulsive pungent cologne that sticks with her every time she got home from work or from trips & appointments. One thing that's good about having something destroyed once is, you could always build a better one afterwards if you are willing to learn from the first messed up & learn you did, not to mention quite well indeed. You knew her M.O, the usual suspects, the tapestry of her lies & how she weaves her shallow logics in trying to sound convincing but she's not fooling anyone but herself, at least she would never fools you. So you do all your due diligence, homework & footwork in collecting all the necessary evidence in order to get her to admit to her adulterous act & repent. Well, you got them all; photos, video footages, sound and voice recordings, snapshots, calls & messages, receipts, time, places & activities were all recorded & documented impeccably. It is her boss & her boss turns out to be a married man. You got his wife's number, call her up & she agrees to see you. You set up a meeting with her but upon seeing her for the first time, you suddenly getting all sort of other ideas...