Study Physics Novels & Stories

Luke Sebastian and Athalia Patricia Ramos are friends since childhood. But they're separated because Luke's parents decided to migrate to America. They want Luke to study there for his High School Year and College degree. Ten years had passed, Luke and his mother together with his girlfriend which is Mickaela Romano who's a model go back to the Philippines. Since childhood, Athalia had an attraction toward Luke and she was hoping that he comes back. Her feeling for him has a response. But she was wrong because Luke has a girlfriend. Athalia decided to move on. She wants to forget her feelings for Luke. She met this guy named Charles Andrew at the Welcome Party for Luke and his mother. Charles started to woo her, and she let herself be in a relationship with Charles Andrew. Months passes by, and Athalia started to like Charles. And a piece of news came to her, that Luke and Mickaela broke up, and she is the reason why Luke decided to cut his relationship with Mickaela. Is Athalia willing to follow her heart's desires and let herself hurt the man who's still there for her no matter what?

The day I died, the baby in my womb was only five months old. In that final phone call, my father, John Harlow, the godfather of the Harlow family, spoke with a voice as icy as a loaded gun. "A married woman belongs to her husband's family, even in death." When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I had been placed under house arrest. He was circling my college application with a red pen. "Girls who study art are easier to marry off." In front of him, I tore the family's marriage alliance files into pieces. "I'm going to Camford University. I'm studying Computer Science." He sprang to his feet so suddenly that his finger nearly jabbed my face, his sleeve cuff revealing the family crest tattoo. "If you dare defy me, don't ever regard me as godfather." I smiled. "Exactly what I want." Meeting his stunned gaze, I spoke each word deliberately. "The name Harlow. I have long stopped wanting it."

Veronica Tapas just moved into the city, young and full of hope. She wants to study Graphic design at the NYU. She had help from her father financially but she didn't want to rely on him to much, so she need a job. On her first day she walked through the Washington Square park enjoying the view and looking at her collage. Finally! She managed to get herself an interview in an Trading company. Her father is a broker himself so she learned a lot from him and she is good with mathematics and electronics and it's an Assistance job , so what could possibly go wrong? ..... If she only knew ... ..... Rapha La' Rossa is his father's likeness through and through. Not even the looks but also the cold heart. Well known in the underworld as one of the biggest and strongest Mafia clans. But above Raphael Rossa is just an Billion Dollar CEO. .... Somehow Veronica accomplished to anger the CEO to a point where he let's his inner self out. A mistake makes her the prisoner of an Mafia Prinz . He has her body but she captured his soul.

Mariyah Aragon's only goal in life was to give her family a better life. In order to achieve this goal, she needs to study and work hard to pay off her parents' sacrifice for her. And she achieved it. One night, she was ordered by her mom to return a white handkerchief and pay a sum of money her mother borrowed to her Aunt Helen, she obeyed her by thinking it was just the only order to her But she was deceived by the person she least expected to do it. Her mom literally paid her debt. Neither a money nor a letter of extension for the payment was given, she was the payment. She is the payment. She swallowed hard as she stared at those pair of dark grey eyes. Shels standing alone with him in his open balcony, doesn't know why she was there and how did she get there. But her mind can't seem to perceive what is happening after hearing those words to him. Did she hear him right? Was she really married to him? And what really shook her world, was she really married to the Alpha?

I was in my mate Zane’s study, dropping off an invitation for the Alliance gala, when his tablet lit up. A private group chat. “Party tonight at the Alliance’s best restaurant to celebrate Vivienne passing the trials.” Confused, I tapped open the group. There were only four people in it. My own parents, the pack’s Alpha Hector and Luna Freda. My fated mate Zane, the future Alpha. And Vivienne, my adopted sister. The Omega orphan I’d naively rescued years ago. My mother typed: “Good thing Hector used his council connections to get Vivienne the spot in the Alliance’s strategy department. Harper’s already strong enough. This is more important for Vivienne.” Zane replied instantly: “I wish Vivienne were my mate. She’s the one who needs an Alpha’s protection, not Harper. The Moon Goddess must have made a mistake.” I stared at the screen. The blood drained from my body. To my own parents and my mate, I was already an outsider. My strength and independence had become their excuse to shamelessly favor someone else.

Elin was supposed to marry the crown prince and become the queen. That's what her father the duke had always told her, and that's what everyone believed. That is until the day the crown prince mysteriously loses his life in a tragic event leaving Elin drowning in grief, anger, and guilt. Fingers point out at her in suspicion as the next in line for the throne. As the conflict between noble parties began she's thrown into a fight for succession with her cousin and childhood friend, Louis. That's when the king interfered, sending Elin to study with her cousin at the royal academy postponing the announcement of the next heir, and giving her the perfect chance to realize her goals. Taking that as her chance, Elin begins to orchestrate her plans to investigate who killed her fiance while looking for a way to let her cousin win the succession battle. If only they would let her step down from the throne. She didn't expect that Louis too had his own plans in all this madness. And that she would meet someone else who would make her reconsider her decision and shake the fragile balance she was standing on.

I gave Julian Marchetti thirty years of my life after the war ended. I built his empire, raised his children, and held the family together behind the scenes. But when he died, his will didn’t even mention my name. Half his fortune went to our children. The other half went to Lydia Carter, the daughter of the man who’d saved his life in Normandy. The same Lydia who’d stolen my identity.The same Lydia who’d built her entire life on the ruins of mine. All he left me was a single note, scrawled in his familiar handwriting. I loved you. We had thirty good years. But I owe Lydia. This is the least I can do. I dropped dead of a heart attack right there in his study, clutching that pathetic piece of paper. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn in 1945, when the war had just ended This time I will not swallow my anger and suffer in silence; I will fight back. And I will take back every single thing that is rightfully mine.

As a poor student from a single-parent family, Katie was disdained by others, especially some students in Class A who had high self-esteem and pride in their school-Augustus Lupine Academy, the best elite university in the country. Katie majored in Business Administration, which was the best in this university. Business Administration was divided into Class A and Class B. Class A gathered the top elite students, which was unattainable to everyone. Katie won a scholarship for poor students to study in Class B. No one knew that Katie was secretly dating with Draven for three months, who was at the top of Lupine, the son of a tech billionaire, and the dream lover of all girls in school. Three months later, Draven suddenly disappeared. Katie went to Class A, but Draven denied their relationship. Katie was hit by a blow, and was pulled to a party by her bestie Cathy. She accidentally had a one-night-stand with a man who looked a lot like Draven. The next day, Katie left in a hurry, suddenly knew that her mother was about to remarry someone. Katie's mother introduced Katie's future stepfather and his two sons to her. Katie was surprised that her two stepbrothers were her ex Draven and one-night stand Adrian.

On the very night Finn Chapman's first love got divorced, he threw the ninety-ninth divorce agreement at me. "Lisa's heart is broken. She can't move on. I have to take care of her," he said. Even our seven-year-old son tried to persuade me. "You should just agree to the divorce and leave," he told me. "Let Lisa move in. We don't need a maid like you anymore." Both father and son were certain I'd scream, cry, beg them not to throw me out. But I didn't. I simply nodded, quietly signed my name on the divorce papers, and left. Ten years later, my son became the top scorer on the SATs. During an interview, a reporter asked him, "What has motivated you to study so hard all these years?" He went silent for a moment. Then, in front of everyone, his eyes turned red. "Because I wanted to tell my mom," he said, voice trembling, "I've grown up now. Will you come back? Please don't leave me again."

After my sister lost her husband, our family arranged a new marriage for her. This arrangement was meant to solidify the alliance with the Castellanov family. As it turned out, the chosen groom was Nicola. He was the twin brother of my husband, Matteo. On the night we learned the news, both Matteo and I could not sleep at all. Early the next morning, I heard Matteo call Nicola in the study room. “Nicola, I really don’t want to spend my whole life missing my chance with her. Please. Do this one thing for me. Don’t worry. Lina is clueless. She’ll never find out that you’re pretending to be me. “Elena never met you. Even if I pretend to be you for a few days, she won’t notice either. Please, let’s swap places for one week. Just one week. I just don’t want to live with any regrets.” He begged for a long time before Nicola finally agreed to switch identities with him. Matteo was relieved. I was relieved as well. What Matteo never knew was that I, too, had been hiding a secret of my own.