Héritier / Héritière

"You don't look at me with amusement. No girl has ever done that to me, especially while playing basketball. If you think you're an exemption, think again. I'm Kise Joaquin Falcis. Everyone falls for me." Since Kise saw Keisha at his cousin's birthday party, he started liking her. When their eyes met, Kise felt his heart skipped a beat. And at some point, he bowed down that this girl would like him back too. But something was preventing Keisha from admitting her feelings. She didn't want him to know that she had also fallen for him. What was stopping her from liking this guy? What must be the reason for her cold treatment? Was it really because of his annoying haircut? Or was it something else?

Falling into a forbidden love is a lot painful. Especially when you made a person your eternity while you're just a passing moment. There is only one person Beatrize hates the most. Simoun Alexander Hord, the man who ruined her life. Falling in love with him was her most terrible mistake. But what if Simoun begs for a second chance? This time, he’s ready to lose everything just to get Beatrize’s forgiveness. After all her pain, will she be able to forgive him?

"It's me against me, Tine. I am not here to lend you some options. You'll let go of that damn profession whether you like it or not. You're going to do as what as I say. You're all mine, baby. Mine."

A well-known actor, Ellie Syallis have fans of varying levels— most of them are obsessed, very obsessed. A day awaited by her fans came, where people that won and bought the limited slots came. They finally met their idol face to face, got to shake hands with the female and an autograph on one of her limited-edition DVDs, on cards and on pictures as well. But her once peaceful life will start to take turn for the worse she sees at that very moment. A man wearing a formal business suit with a stoic appearance approached her. She gladly offered her hand and so they shook hands. The male asked for her autograph and she said "yes" with a brimming smile. She couldn't take her eyes of the male. He was undeniably handsome and somehow mysteriously attractive. "Here!" She handed her autograph on the sheet of paper the male gave. “Have a nice day! And oh, please keep on supporting me!” She added and partly bowed. The stranger flashed a smirk that made her heart skip a beat, both in a pinch of threat or fear and in unknown excitement. "You're now my wife. Hello, Mrs. Folster. Can't wait to spend the rest of my days with you." Her facial expressions shifted to surprise, annoyance, fear, melancholy, and into anger as she finally took a glance on the paper she signed. It was a marriage contract!

BLURB: Sa isang malaki at mamahaling restaurant na pag-aari ni Richmond De Guzman, nagtrabaho ako roon bilang baguhang waitress. Hindi ko inasahan na mapalapit ako sa kaniya—minahal siya nang hindi ko sinasadya. Naramdaman ko rin ang attention niya na tila sumasagot sa nararamdaman ko. Tunay na naging malapit kami sa isa’t isa hangang sa isang araw... para akong pinag-sakluban ng langit at lupa. Nang sabihin niya sa akin na dumalo sa opisina niya sumunod ako, at isang nakakawindang na pangyayari ang aking nakita; si Natch at siya nakita kong nagháhálikan. Sobra akong nagsisi, nagalit sa sarili na umasa ako kahit walang kami. Ang mas masakit pa dahil may nakaraan pala sila. Ang dami kong nalaman na sobrang hirap tanggapin. Siguro ganoon nga talaga kapag assuming ka, sinasampal rin sa ‘yo ang isang bagay na ina-assume mo. Sa sobrang sama ng loob, pinili ko na lang umalis—hindi nagpaalam. Sumama ako sa mga magulang ko papuntang Singapore. Ilang taon ang dumaan, muli kaming pinagtagpo ng tadhana. Talagang hindi na tulad ng dati ang ‘ngayon,’ maliban sa nararamdaman ko. Bakit hindi ito nagbago? Gusto kong maging malaya, pero ang hiyaw ng puso ko ay iba. Dapat ko bang pairalin ang pride ko o sasabihin ko sa kaniya ang totoo?

Ellie, a demigod who's identity has been hidden for couple of years. She feels empty everyday. She feels like there is something missing. She and her friends have one tattoo on their body but they did not know the meaning behind those tattoos. They don't pay much attention about their true selves. Not until one of their friend found a page of an old book at their house. Their parents refuses to tell the truth. They hide every single detail about them. But, they did it for a reason, and it is to protect them. But, that day will come. The time that they're afraid the most even the Gods. Would they be able to succeed?

"I love you, Luke?" "Hindi niyo alam ang sinabi niyo, ma'am!" "I'm old enough to know what I'm doing," gusto niyang isigaw iyon. "Why don't you want to believe?" Zarah Buenaflor ang dating anak-mayaman na walang ibang alam kundi ang mahalin ang kanilang hardinerong si Luke. That was six years ago. Noong langit at lupa pa ang pagitan nila. Ngunit sadyang bilog ang mundo at umiikot ang gulong ng kanilang kapalaran. Luke Guevarra was once a gardener who became to be a billionaire. Regardless of his wealth, he was inherently arrogant. "What have you done to your life, Zarah? You're playing the role of a whore!" asik ni Luke. "Wala kang pakialam!" "Pang-ilan na ba ako sa pinagregaluhan sa'yo?" "Hindi ko na mabilang!" Ang kauna- unahan nilang tagpo pagkatapos ng mahabang panahon. Ngunit bakit tila hanggang ngayon ay naroon parin ang familiar na tibok ng kanyang puso? Hindi pa ba sapat ang katagalang iyon upang tuluyan na itong mawalay sa kanyang sistema? Paano kung sa isang araw ay bibilhin siya nito sa isang napakalaking halaga? Papayag ba siya o tuluyan niya na itong iwasan at kalimutan? At paano niya ipaglaban ang sarili kung gayong nakatatak na sa isip nito, na siya ay isang mababang uri na babae? Tunghayan ang masalimuot na kuwento sa buhay nina Luke and Zarah. How their lives being twisted in a cruel twist of fate.

I'm Odelia, a woman 'maldita' to fall in love with a waiter macho dancer in a bar. Masakit man na iwanan niya ako noon. nalaman ko pang, hindi lang ako ang babae sa buhay niya. I will regret too late, Hindi ako makakapayag na ang lalaking iniwan ako. Mapa-sa inyo, Akin lang siya, hindi siya sa iba. Mahirap ba akong mahalin? At, lahat ng taong minamahal ko iniiwan lang ako. Who am I? Is it hard to love me, my loved ones leave me? — Iniwan mo ako. Iniwan kita. Mahal mo ako, minahal mo na siya, mahal ka niya, mahal kita. Hindi ako nakabalik, hindi mo na ako nahintay. I'm yours. You are hers. You're mine! You choose, Me or Her? She or Am I? — Copyright 2017 © Xyrielle All Rights Reserved No Copy Stories No Plagiarism Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

"You're a virgin?!" sigaw ni Lysander Cuevas saka umalis sa ibabaw niya. Hinilamos nito ang palad sa mukha, trying to absorb everything that just happened. Trying to fully understand how could his wife be a virgin when she's supposed to be pregnant, the very reason of their forced marriage. "Papaano?" tanong ni Lysander at saka pinagmasdan siya na kumuha ng kumot upang takpan ang hubad na katawan. She trembled in fear as she finally looked up to him. "I'm Isabella, the twin sister of Gabriela, your bride." - Pinahid na lamang ni Isabella ang mga luha na lumalandas sa kanyang mga pisngi habang inaalala ang nangyari noong gabing iyon. After that confrontation ay agad na nagdesisyon ang asawa niyang si Lysander na palayasin siya sa mansyon. Ang malupit pa nito ay agad pinaasikaso ni Lysander ang mga papeles para sa legal nilang paghihiwalay, ngunit hindi niya iyon tinanggap. "Señorita Isabella, naghihintay na po ang sasakyan sa labas," sambit ng lalaking nasa likuran niya. It was her grandfathers' assistant. Tumango lamang siya dito, "susunod na ako, salamat." Muling lumingon si Isabella sa mansyon at doon ay namataan ang asawang si Lysander na nakatayo sa balcony at matalim ang tingin sa kanya. Hinihinntay niyang pigilan siya ni Lysander ngunit wala itong ginawa. Sa puntong iyon ay tuluyang tumalikod si Isabella at naglakad patungo sa naghihintay na sasakyan sa labas ng malaking gate. She's going home to the Herrera's. She looked at the facade of the mansion where she once lived. "Babalik ako." She whispered. - This is the story of Isabella Herrera-Cuevas, a castaway wife who made her way back to her rightful place, as Lysander Cuevas wife.

Love? I don't know about that. That is the line you would always hear from a person who simply just wants to kill a topic about the word 'love'. Playing as it seems but it is indeed just the truth. You hear every stories you can get from people who are inlove. Starting from sharing stories down to sharing cupcakes. But what if you're the one who get to tell your own word of love? And it don't end well. Would it still be a masterpiece? Two chairs. Two students. Two books. Two lives. Would they still be two? What if the other one leaves?