100 Digits Of Pie

“I-I will never like you. N-never. S-si Jena ang mahal ko kaya itigil mo na itong kalokohan mo, Ayeisha. Ikakasal na rin kami. K-kapatid lang ang turing ko sa ‘yo. Get it? Kaya kahit maghubad ka sa harap ko habang nagdedeliryo ako dito, hinding-hindi ako maakit. Dahil wala kang dating sa akin bilang babae.” -KING HERNANDEZ. ‘Yan na yata ang pinakamasakit na salitang binitawan ni King Hernandez kay Ayeisha Santillan, na nagdulot ng malaking sugat sa puso niya. Lalo na nang magpakasal ito sa nobya nito. Pakiramdam niya, dinurog at piniraso nito ang puso niya. Kaya napilitan siyang magpakalayo para makalimot. Pero paano kung muling pagtagpuin sila ng tadhana sa isang lugar na iba ang kan’yang katauhan? Makikilala kaya siya nito? Mapipigilan pa kaya niya ang muling pagtibok ng durog niyang puso?

Zara wakes up after two years of being in coma and now has to adjust to her life after realizing that she also lost three years of her memories. Her curiosity drives her to investigate her past. A past with its own pains. Love finds her but will this love put her incomplete broken pieces together or break her even further? Kehinde, a ruthless business mogul, cold and indifferent on another side of the world with a dark secret. A man living in his own nightmare holding on to the tiny beam of light in his life. How will their different world worlds collide? Will two broken souls heal each other and find true love and happiness? There is no present without the past. What secrets do the past hold? How will the past decide the future Find out as you read this story. Do join her as she finds herself. FINDING MY MISSING PIECE Please drop a review. All constructive criticism is accepted.

During Black Friday, the intelligent system I develop helps the company run highly targeted ads and brings in 30 million dollars in revenue. But when I apply for the project bonus, the director rejects it. "The system is just an auxiliary tool. The performance belongs to the sales department." I hold back my frustration and pull up the system logs. "88% of the orders come from the system's targeted pushes. According to company policy, I should receive a 0.5% commission." The director glances at me, twirling his pen. "If the sales commission doesn't go to the sales department, should it go to you? And your lousy system exceeds the API limit and racks up extra fees. You still owe us a hundred thousand dollars. We'll deduct that from your salary." Three days before Christmas sales are set to begin, the system completely shuts down because of API restrictions. Late at night, the director calls me. I stare at my computer screen. "Since the system is just an auxiliary tool, why don't you start with manual targeting?"

Joane Wilson dipaksa menikah dengan Pria yang sama sekali tak pernah dicintainya. Di hari Pernikahannya, Ia melarikan diri tak tentu arah dan bersembunyi di sebuah rumah yang sangat mewah milik seorang CEO dingin bernama Pieter Adams.

Almania Corazon Perelta o mas kilala bilang 'alco'. siya ay isang sikat na stripper/prostitute sa bar na pinapasukan nya dahil sa taglay nyang ganda. mapa mukha man o katawan. maayos ang pamumuhay nya kahit marami ang humuhusga sakanya dahil sa kanyang trabaho. ngunit gumulo lang iyon ng makilala nya si Pierce Verlusconi. ang isang makapangyarihan bilyonaryo na may dugong pinoy at italyano at may saltik sa ulo. ang lalaking hindi lang gugulo sa tahimik nyang buhay kundi parin narin sa tahimik nyang pagkatao

It's my third day of being a ghost, and I feel like I'm going to starve to death again. The underworld messenger takes pity on me because I'm a child and secretly tells me that people like me, who suffered grievances and died with resentment, have to stay by the sides of the people who loved us most in life. Then, we survive on their "guilt". I lower my head and narrow my eyes. I choke up and say, "You might as well just leave me to starve." My mother hated me to the core. Why would she ever be guilty over my death?

Ava, is a woman with big ambitions who will do her best to get them. She is capable of sacrificing anything, including the one she loves. Because of her dream, Ava had to leave. Harris is a man who is unconcerned about his own life. Everyday he will get drunk, as well as play with the hearts of the women he'll meet. When he met Ava, everything changed. He transformed into a decent man for Ava. Misty, on the other hand, is an obsessed hopeless romantic. Envy-filled woman, she was consumed by rage, allowing her to accomplish anything she wanted. Regardless of what will happen, she will do anything to make Ava miserable. Will Harris love be strong enough to wait Ava's return? Will they return to each other's arms when the right time comes? After everything Ava had to sacrifice, can she still choose to be with Harris?

On my birthday, my boyfriend ditched his childhood friend's desperate call to be with me. Devastated by his rejection, she spiraled into depression and ended her life. Heartbroken, he proposed to me beside her body. "I've already lost Giselle. I can't lose you, too." I said yes, moved by his grief and sincerity. But on our wedding night, he turned on me, hacking me with a knife. "You vile woman! Giselle died because of you. Time to feel her pain!" As I bled out, the girl waltzed back, saying she'd faked her death to spook him. Overjoyed, he pointed at my corpse. "Thank God, you're alive. This wretched woman is gone, and we're free to be together." They looted my wealth for their lavish wedding and happy life. When my eyes snapped open again, I was back on that fateful birthday.

"Loving you is the worst sin I've ever committed in my life, Tyron," Lizelle's bitter words seemed to burn her heart. The butterflies in her stomach died, the rain joined her lifeless heart, and above all, her self-loathing could not be erased as if it was a mark engraved on her entire being. What can we bestow for love? What can we waive? And what can we give up? People who were met at the wrong time and chance. How long can they forgive each other to forget the past?

Mi esposo, Alejandro Ruiz, cayó del tercer piso, no solo se rompió las dos piernas, sino que también se lastimó en su parte íntima. Y yo, lejos de preocuparme, lo llevé al hospital más alejado. Todo se remontaba a mi vida anterior: Alejandro se había lastimado a propósito con tal de que su amiga de la infancia, Sofía López, quien realizaba sus prácticas en el hospital, pudiera acumular suficiente experiencia práctica y consolidar su puesto. Para lograrlo, eligió lanzarse desde el tercer piso. Luego, deliberadamente evitó el hospital más cercano y me obligó a conducir tres mil kilómetros para que Sofía lo atendiera. Al considerar que ella solo era una estudiante que había entrado al hospital por contactos y no tenía las credenciales para operar, rechacé su propuesta. Pero él me abofeteó con fuerza y dijo: —¡Solo quiero usar mis heridas para ayudarla! ¿Acaso no tienes ni un poco de empatía? Ante su terquedad, temí que el retraso arruinara sus piernas para siempre. Llamé a su madre para convencerlo. Sin embargo, Sofía, al no obtener el puesto, avergonzada y llena de rabia, se suicidó saltando en el hospital. Alejandro, gracias a la atención oportuna, salvó sus piernas. Pero el día del alta, cuando fui a recogerlo con alegría, él me atropelló con el auto, matándome en el acto. Antes de morir, le cuestioné con rabia, pero él me miró con desdén: —Si no hubieras impedido que ayudara a Sofía, ¡ella no habría muerto! Al abrir los ojos de nuevo, me encontré de vuelta en el día en que mi esposo se rompió las piernas.