Novelas de bluelavender

‎Kakalabas ko lang mula sa banyo matapos maligo nang mabilis. Isang puti, malambot na tuwalya na hanggang hita lang ang haba ang nakabalot sa katawan ko, at may isa pa ring hair turban ang nakabalot sa basa kong buhok. ‎‎Nang biglang na lang tumunog ang doorbell.‎‎"Waaaaait!" sigaw ko sa inis. Binuksan ko ang pinto at isang malaking bouquet ng puting tulips ang bumungad sa akin. Hawak ito ng isang matangkad na lalaki na naka-dark slacks habang natatakpan ng bulaklak ang mukha niya.‎‎I found myself flabbergasted and at the same time mortified. I shut the door close quickly and yelled "What the hell are you doing?!" pasigaw kong sinabi habang nangungunot ang noo sa inis.‎‎Nakaramdam ako ng hiya sa aking katangahan. Napahampas ako sa noo "Ang tanga-tanga mo naman, girl! Ba't mo kasi binuksan!? Grrr!" wika ko sa sarili habang naba-badtrip sa inis.‎‎Tumakbo ako pabalik ng kwarto upang magbihis at saglit na nakatingala sa kisame. "I've got nothing left to hide. He saw me half-nake

‎Sazchi was rushed to the emergency room and needed an immediate blood transfusion. The bullet was buried deep into his flesh.‎‎"He needed a bag of A-positive blood, ASAP! " wika ng isang nagmamadaling attending physician.‎‎Ako'y nabalisa sa sinabi ng doktor, dahil hindi tugma ang aming blood type. He's A-positive while I'm AB-Positive. ‎"Hahanap ako ng donor!" tugon ko sa isang doktor at natarantang umalis ng emergency room, pawis na pawis.‎‎An old man in a black suit rushed in. It was Don Carlos. ‎"I am A-positive, please let me be his blood donor. " aligaga niyang sinabi.‎"He's my son! Do whatever it takes!" pasigaw niyang utos. He went inside the blood bank and laid himself on the recliner bed. A nurse took his vitals signs first. ‎‎"He was physically fit as a donor" said the nurse and she immediately inserted the needle into his vein and the blood extraction began.‎‎A bag of A-positive blood was successfully withdrawn from the donor and the nurse brought it directly

Kinagabihan, ramdam ko ang pag -aalala niya para sa aming mag-ina. ‎‎Sazchi called his dad and asked to bring over twenty men to the ranch immediately. ‎‎"You don't need to do this." pabulong kong sinabi. ‎‎Enzo was fast asleep and ayaw ko na maudlot ang mahimbing niyang tulog.‎‎"You've gone through a lot, Ci. Hindi mo kailangan akuin lahat ng pagmamaltrato ni Dylan sa'yo. Nandito lang ako, walang masamang mangyayari sainyo, pangako 'yan. " aniya nang may kasaiguraduhan.‎‎"No!" umalma ako.‎‎"Umalis ka na! Marahas si Dylan and he would do anything he could para pahirapan ako, at ayaw kong madamay ka o ang pamilya mo sa problemang 'to. " paliwanag ko habang nanlumo sa kakaisip ng masasamang bagay.‎‎"Ci, please trust me. I promise to protect you, kahit ano pa ang masamang balak gawin ni Dylan. I will stand by your side." he replied and reassured me again and again.‎‎He leaned closer to me, at marahan niyang pinunasan ang namuong luha sa mata ko.‎‎Tinitigan ko siya, at n

Pitong taon na ang nakalipas, at unti-unti nang kinalimutan ang sugat dulot ng masalimuot na nakaraan. ‎‎It was mid-April, which means peak season na. I promised my son, Enzo, na mag-uunwind kami together somewhere in the province of Zamboanga.‎‎"Mom, just like old times? " tanong niya, subalit alam na alam ko na ano ang ibig niyang sabihin. ‎‎"You sure, sweetie? We can still try a new place if you want. " I suggested politely. ‎‎"No, Mom. I only wanted to go there. Please, please, please, mom?" nagmamakawa niyang sinabi.‎‎"Anything for you anak. As long as masaya ka, G na G si mommy. Okay? I love you, sweetie! " malambing kong tugon.‎‎"Yehey! Thank you, mommy! I love you so, so much!" at siya'y napalundag sa tuwa. ‎‎Tinitigan ko siya. A seven- year-old boy like him was full of energy and he deserves all the joy there is.‎‎"Horse Ranch, here I come!" pasigaw niyang sinabi at sabik na sabik na umalis.‎‎I booked a flight to Zamboanga. I don't want this trip to be stre

SAZCHI'S POINT OF VIEW ‎‎Cimene had lost consciousness after Dylan dumped her at his engagement party with Victoria. ‎‎Magang maga ang mukha niya at hirap siyang idilat ang kaniyang mga mata, habang nakabalot ng dugo ang kaniyang bestida. ‎‎I rushed her to the hospital. The doctor had made a deliberate decision to perform an emergency C-section, because her blood pressure was dropping gradually that resulted to fetal distress.‎‎I told the doctor and the team na wala siyang ibang kasama, at ako lang ang tanging nakakaalam ng kaniyang pagkakakilanlan. ‎‎They allowed me inside the operating room, not as her surgeon but as her personal watcher. ‎‎Nasa kalagitnaan siya ng operasyon and she was still unconscious.‎‎The doctor told me they needed to perform a low transverse incision procedure, mas kilala sa tawag na bikini cut upang mas madaling mailabas ang sanggol.‎‎Kitang-kita ng mga mata ko kung paano nila hiniwa ang kalamnan ni Cimene. Imagine, seven layers of her skin we

‎Tahimik ang gabi habang ninanamnam ko ang lamig ng hangin. Ako'y nakaupo sa isang lumang upuan sa labas ng balkonahe. Nagmamasid sa tahimik at mapayapang gabi. ‎‎Nakatuon ang aking mga mata sa magkasintahang nakaupo sa bangketa habang kumakain ng fish ball. They reminded me of how Dylan and I started our relationship. ‎‎Hinawakan ko ang siyam na buwan kong tiyan habang nagdadalumhati sa masalimuot na nakaraan. ‎‎Malalim na ang gabi at pumasok na ako sa loob. I rested my butt on my soft mattress para pagaanin ang masakit kong balakang. ‎‎My phone buzzed and my screen lit up. A text message from Dylan appeared on my screen, "Love". ‎‎Ako'y nagdadalawang-isip na basahin iyon, dahil ayaw ko ng umasa pang muli.‎‎Pininindot ko ang message button at humugot ng isang malalim na hininga. ‎‎"Love, it's Dylan. How are you doing? I hope this message finds you well. ‎‎Pinagsisihan kong sinaktan at pinagtaksilan kita. I shouldn't have done that.‎‎Give me another chance to make it