All For Me

MATURED CONTENT: RATED SSPG “Tito Janus, sandali…” napapadaing na pagpigil ko kay Tito Janus ng maramdaman ko ang kanyang kamay sa loob ng panty ko. Ngunit patuloy lang siya sa paglalaro. Hindi sa hindi ko nagugustuhan, pero may hindi tama. At talagang hindi tama. Kapatid siya ng ina na aking nakagisnan. Kaya pamangkin niya ako kung maituturing. Pero heto ako, at nalulong sa mga haplos niya sa akin. Nadadala ako sa paghalik niya sa akin. At hinahayaan siyang gawin ang gusto niya sa katawan ko. Pero hanggang kailan ako magtatago sa ilalim ng kumot na kasama si Tito Janus, kung kailan mahuli na kami ng kanyang kapatid at ng aking ama na may milagro ng nangyayari sa aming dalawa? O magpapatuloy lamang kami kahit alam naming dalawa na hindi talaga tama ang aming ginagawa.

I rented a house with a bloody history because it was cheap. On the first night after moving in, the faucet turned on by itself. I yelled into thin air, “Are you paying the water bill?!” The water instantly stopped flowing. I thought that was just the beginning of the ghost not bothering me. Unexpectedly, the next day, I saw a main course with two side dishes prepared on the dining table.

“I love you Tracy, even in my next life I still will. ” Tyler said as he fixed his intense gaze on me. “And I love you too.” I replied as I wrapped my hands around his neck, leaving the slightest space between our bodies. Never in my life did I ever think I will ever fall in love with a man I tortured and was suppose to kill with my bare hands. He came into my life and showed me all the ways of love.

Rapper by day. Father of two by night. Khalan is popin' on the rap scene right now but he has a secret. Adam is a proud father of two beautiful girls. But when someone asks about the other dad, he can’t tell the truth. He is getting tired of his family being a secret.

"Keep this ring as a promise that I will marry you when all of this is over." Isla Rae de Catalina is living the life. Good career, loving and supportive family and friends. She was everyone's favorite until she met Kade Edward Doyle, the man who has been unknown to her until he sang at one of her runway shows. How would the two live their love?

While I was five months pregnant, my husband, Randall Harris, accompanied his assistant to the hospital for an IV drip.   He even posted a selfie with her on social media.   I called him, and he lied straight to my face, saying he was stuck in a meeting at the office.   When I confronted him, he fought with me, gave me the cold shoulder, and then went straight back to his assistant for comfort.   “Are you sure you don’t want to notify the baby’s father? The surgeon asked me. “After this surgery, you won’t ever be able to have children again.”  I closed my eyes.  “He’s dead to me.” 

It was our wedding anniversary when my husband's high school sweetheart posted a sonogram picture on her social media, with her captioning a public thank-you to my husband: [Thank you to the man who's been there for me for ten years, and for giving me a son.] The room spun, and anger surged through me as I quickly commented: [So, you're proud of being a homewrecker?] Almost immediately, my husband called, his voice full of rage. "How can you think such disgusting things? All I did was help her with IVF, fulfilling her dream of becoming a single mom. "And by the way, Ruby only needed one try to get pregnant, while you’ve been through three rounds with nothing. Your body is useless!" Just three days ago, he told me he was going abroad for business—ignoring my calls and messages the entire time. I thought he was just busy. However, it turned out he was with her, attending her prenatal checkup. Half an hour later, Ruby posted again, showing off a table full of delicious food. [I got tired of French food, so Ash made me all my favorite dishes. He’s the best!] I stared at the pregnancy test in my hand, the joy I had felt earlier now completely gone. After eight years of love and six years of swallowing my pride just to keep the marriage alive, I’m finally ready to let go.

I gave birth prematurely, just twenty days before the due date. Two hours after I entered the surgery room, I had a stillborn baby. I did not cry at all. I did not even spare a glance at the dead baby. I endured the pain from childbirth and calmly walked into the hospital nursery. After the door was tightly shut, I turned down the temperature of the air-conditioning. The temperature inside the nursery would be too cold for newborns to bear after an hour. The doctors and parents were begging me on their knees to let their babies live. They screamed and cried. They said I was a mother and hoped that I would understand. Instead, I laughed and said, “Yes, I was a mother. But my baby died!” The gynecologist knelt on the floor and begged, “We may be at fault for not being able to save your baby, but these babies are innocent! “Please don’t be reckless just because you lost your baby! You’re so young. You’ll have more babies in the future.” I gritted my teeth and roared, “But my baby isn’t dead! “She’s still alive. I’ll give you one hour. Bring her back to me!” But I was unsure if she would still be alive after an hour.

After seeing the engagement invitation of her beloved man Anya Arora ran away like a coward. So picking up her broken heart and pride, distancing with everyone and binding herself with new shackles of promises, she left but she never knew she will met a devil who will make her life upside down.

Cassie Hale had survived all her life by being invisible, the one who slips through hallways, voice barely above a whisper, every fear and aching want buried in a diary she swore would stay hidden. Until it didn’t. One cruel click, and “The Quiet Girl’s Unquiet Desires” explodes across Renaissance Academy’s gossip page. And worse the fantasies were about the three untouchable Alphas who rule the school. Caspian, the golden hockey captain whose Northwood blood makes him lethal on ice and off. Luka, the dark-eyed musician whose rogue scent still carries the wild edge of richest territories, the South wood. Ash, the brilliant, silver-tongued class president whose lineage were said to be the wisest, the Westwood. Three rival wolves, three enemy packs, all shoved into the same academy to learn how to leash the beasts inside them. Cassie braces for destruction. Instead, the school can’t look away. Her shame becomes their obsession. And the Alphas finally notice the quiet girl whose words taste like mate-bond and heartbreak. But the ones who stole her diary aren’t done. They’ll dig until the very end. With more enemies rising everyday, and the mate bonds with the territory's heirs. What could possibly go wrong?