THEY say scars tell stories, and as I traced the jagged line etched across my skin, I knew mine was a tale woven with shattered dreams and relentless heartache. Each curve and crevice held a memory, a reminder of the battles fought and the strength it took to survive."Mommy, are you done yet?" my sweet little angel called out from outside the bathroom, their voice carrying a mixture of impatience and excitement. I couldn't help but chuckle at their eagerness.Muli ay napatingin ako sa aking imahe sa salamin at ngiting hinaplos ang peklat sa aking puson bago nagpasyang lumabas sa banyo. I took a moment to compose myself before stepping out into the warm glow of the room. The soft carpet under my bare feet provided a comforting sensation as I made my way towards my child's voice.Sometimes, I can't help but feel like a character in a poorly written story, destined to endure a multitude of tragedies along a dark path, full of thorns. It's as if the world conspired to test me, throwing o

Santa Maria DeograciaI HAD no idea what my friends are up to. Nagulat na lang ako dahil pagkaligong pagkaligo ko ay tinangay na ako ng mga ito papunta kung saan. Mula sa Rizal ay Isang oras din kaming bumiyahe at alas sais na nang makarating sa nasabing condo unit ni Genevieve sa Taguig. Bukod kasi sa byahe ay kumain pa kami kung saan saan sa loob ng BGC. Nakakalula ang mga gusali sa lugar at napakalinis pa. Feeling ko ay nakakahiya ang ayos kong galing lamang sa Tiangge kumpara sa mga nakakasalubong naming kanina na puro mamahaling designer brands ang suot. Hindi naman ito ang unang beses kong lumuwas ng maynila dahil ilang beses din akong naglayas sa amin sa tuwing may hindi kami pagkakaunawaan ni Nanay. Ang alam lang ng mga ito ay sa apartment ako ni Genevieve tumutuloy. Hindi nga alam ng mga ito kung gaano kayaman ang mga kaibigan ko. Hindi ko na binanggit dahil pepestehin lamang ng mga ito ang tatlo. Hindi ko pa din alam kung ano talagang plano ng mga ito para sa kaarawan ko

TRIGGER WARNING: SPG | SEX SCENESanta Maria DeograciaEverything seems like a blur that night. It’s like a dream—no, more like a nightmare. The only thing I can focus on, is his burning touch and his ruthless eyes that seem to pierce through my very soul. I feel like I signed a deal with a devil and giving myself to him is the payment. A small sum for my greed to even wish for my lowly self to live. I feel like all my senses are alive, as he made me feel all the pleasures I never imagined I would ever experience, I almost couldn’t handle it. I feel like I’m in ecstasy as my loud moans filled all the corners of the room. I couldn’t believe this man’s fingers would drive me insane. I feel like I’m losing myself, ready to abide by his every command. “You whore, are you that excited?” he grinned as his fingers continued flicking on my gspot. I lost count of how many times I reached orgasms but I can feel my femininity throbbing for his every touch. I feel so damped down there. So we