Apple Never Falls Novels & Stories

Successful wedding planner si Seraphina Reyes. Sanay siyang gawing perpekto ang mga love story ng ibang tao, kahit matagal nang hindi perpekto ang sarili niyang buhay. Akala niya ay maayos na ang lahat—hanggang sa isang simpleng pagkuha ng dokumento sa PSA ang tuluyang gumulo sa mundo niya. Ayon sa records, kasal na siya. At ang mas nakakagulat? Ang nakarehistrong asawa niya ay si Lucien Monteverde, isang billionaire CEO na kilala sa buong bansa. Ang problema? Hindi niya ito maalala. Determinado na hanapin ang katotohanan, sinubukan ni Sera na alamin kung paano siya napakasal sa isang lalaking ni minsan ay hindi niya matandaang nakilala. Ngunit habang unti-unti niyang binubuksan ang mga lihim ng nakaraan, mas marami pang misteryo ang lumalabas. Mga nawawalang alaala. Mga nakatagong dokumento. At mga taong handang gawin ang lahat upang manatiling nakabaon ang katotohanan. Sa pagitan ng mga sikreto, kasinungalingan, at alaalang pilit bumabalik, matutuklasan ni Sera na may mga pag-ibig na hindi basta nawawala—kahit pa burahin ng panahon ang bawat alaala nito. Ngunit kapag nabunyag na ang buong katotohanan, handa pa rin ba silang piliin ang isa't isa? O may dahilan ang tadhana kung bakit nakalimutan nila ang kanilang mga ala-ala.

"Evelyn Vane. You conspired with the Fallen. You tried to murder Tania Swann, future Lady of the Nightfall Court. Today, your blood wakes the Blood Mirror. We will rip out your memories. We will seal your fate." In the ancient catacombs, the Blood Mirror cast a dark red halo in the candlelight. My former fated mate lounged on his black velvet throne. He was Valerius Cross, the noble Lord of the Nightfall Court. Those eyes used to look at me with love. Now, they held only disgust. "The Blood Mirror will show every betrayal you've committed against this Court. Our entire kind will see the monster hiding under that pretty skin!" Tania clung softly to Valerius's broad chest. She traced lazy circles on his skin. A sweet, smug smile played on her lips. She was so sure the mirror would condemn me tonight. She was so sure I'd burn to ashes. The rune-carved silver chains bit deep into my flesh. Black smoke hissed from my burns. Even so, I spoke. My voice was broken. "Valerius, are you sure about this? Do you really want my blood to show you my memories? Once it starts... none of you can turn back."

A woman who once worked in a casino dreamed of becoming rich, but she fell in love with a billionaire's bad-boy son. He got her pregnant and left her. After giving birth, she vowed never to return to the casino. Desperate to support her child, she became a maid—only to discover she now works in the house of the man she hates, Gabriel Bustamante, whom she hasn’t seen in five years. Gabriel, now engaged to another woman, doesn’t know he has a child. Living under the same roof, emotions resurface as Gabriel persistently tries to reconnect, slowly breaking down Samantha’s anger. One day, he kisses her—just as his fiancée walks in. Things become more complicated as her gilfriend begins to suspect Samantha and Gabriel is hiding something.

Every time Anthony Slim and I tried to get our marriage license, something went wrong. For three years, we tried thirty times. And every single attempt ended in an accident. The first attempt ended with a vagrant that went berserk and stabbed me four times. I nearly died outside the city hall. The second attempt ended with a speeding motorcycle crushing the bones of my hand. The third attempt ended with a burning mall, and I was trapped inside for three whole hours. … Everyone told me to cancel the engagement, but I stubbornly refused to give up. And then the 31st attempt ended with me getting rushed into the ICU. A billboard that fell from up high crashed right into me. I was rushed into the ICU with a severe head injury. The doctors issued one critical notice after another. For two months, I hovered between life and death before barely pulling through. Then on the day of my discharge, I overheard Anthony talking to his best friend. "If you really love that underprivileged student and want this marriage canceled, you can just tell Melissa. Why set up all those accidents? She nearly died." Anthony did not answer for a long time. When he did, his voice was filled with gloom. "I don't have a choice. Her family saved my life ten years ago, and her parents died in the process. This marriage contract is repayment of that favor. "But I only love Lily. I won’t marry anyone but her.” I looked at the bruises and wounds that decorated every inch of my skin and let out a broken cry. All the accidents and near-death experiences I went through were the machinations of another man, not actual mishaps. If Anthony was feeling stuck, I was more than happy to make that choice for him.

Luca Moretti was the heir to the Moretti family, and my childhood sweetheart, the boy I had loved for five years. He always said I would be his wife once he took over the family. Then one night, with his arms still around me, he asked for another woman’s number. “Bella, we’re going to get married sooner or later.” “But do you really expect me to spend the rest of my life with only one woman?” “I won’t let anyone touch the position of Mrs. Moretti. You’re smart enough not to make trouble over this.” That was when I finally understood. He wanted my loyalty, my patience, and my silence. But he had never planned to give me the same. The day I moved out of his house, Luca blocked the door. “We’re not over. I can have fun, and so can you. Why are you acting like this?” I picked up my suitcase. “No.” “I’m traditional.” Later, when he finally came back for me, his eyes bloodshot and his voice breaking as he begged me to give him one last chance, I looked at the ring on my finger and smiled. “Sorry.” “I don’t take back what someone else only remembers after letting go.”

What Anna Belle Vasquez wants, she gets. That’s why when she meets the cold, vicious and heartless varsity swimmer of UC, Kristoff Liam Mendez, she already marked him as her target. Hell or High Water, he will be hers. The problem is, Kristoff doesn't want Anna Belle to dominate him, won't look her way and he hates her to death. In the end, she gets rejected. Five years have passed, and they meet again. The worst, Belle becomes his secretary. Can she still get him and own him? Or will he be her sweetest karma? *** Excerpt: “I… I thought you like me too,” It came out as a whisper. I didn’t know why I felt like crying. I heard him let out a sarcastic laugh. “Like? You? I told you many times that I hate you. It doesn’t mean that I fuck you; I already like you, Belle. I admit it was good. But that’s just it. It’s just sex. No feelings at all.”

"What is the meaning of this, Logan!" "You don't have the right to know my reasons, Aarhea, but as you can see, I just playing on you!" His fiance and her best friend betrayed Aarhea and got into an accident. She thought she had died, but she woke up two years when they hadn't shown their true identities. Life gave her another chance to correct her mistakes, and she'll use it to get revenge on those who betrayed and hurt her. In her revenge, she didn't expect she find her true love in an unexpected and least possible guy she hurt in her past life. What will happen to Aarhea? Will she succeed in her revenge, or will it be the same destiny?

Esther Williams gave up everything when she married billionaire Peter Grant. She believed she was helping save his family’s company, but instead, she found herself trapped in a loveless marriage filled with humiliation and betrayal. After discovering her husband’s betrayal, Esther goes into premature labor. Before she can recover, Peter divorces her and throws her out with their newborn twins after believing lies that she is mentally unstable. With nowhere to go, Esther starts over from nothing. Years later, fate leads her to Adrian Cole, the powerful CEO of Cole Enterprises, who sees something special in her and offers her a chance to rebuild her life. As Esther rises in the business world, she uncovers shocking secrets about her late father, her marriage, and the Grant family. Her return shakes everyone who once looked down on her, especially the ex-husband who suddenly wants her back. But some betrayals can never be forgiven, and some divorces leave scars that even love cannot erase.

Seven years into our marriage, my husband Theo ordered me an Americano, the way he always did. Except I'd just told him, again, that caffeine made me sick. The moment I opened my mouth to say something, his phone rang. He stood up and walked out without a word of explanation. Half an hour later, Lydia posted to her socials. "Thanks to a certain someone for taking time out of his insane schedule to fix my plumbing. Also, the fresh hot cocoa was incredible." The comments filled up with people gushing over her. Steam curled off the mug in the photo. It made the drink in my hand feel even colder. Lydia and Theo had grown up together. Seven years ago, within months of each other, they'd both rushed into marriage. The difference was that Lydia had married a man who hit her. Night after night, Theo would peel himself away from me and run off to defend her. Sometimes he'd fought with her husband and end up at the police station. It happened more than once. I used to think it was just his sense of justice, so I always cleaned up after him and smoothed things over. Now I could see it for what it was. He'd given so much of his attention to someone else that all I got were the leftovers, neglect and a cold shoulder. Fine. This love had already gone cold. I didn't want it anymore.

My firefighter husband had fallen from a great height during a mission and was rushed into the emergency room, covered in blood. As the only person capable of saving him, I stood just outside the operating room, calm and composed. Reaching for my makeup bag, I began carefully applying my makeup. Another doctor, panic-stricken, rushed toward me and shouted, "Dr. Warhol! The patient's kidney has ruptured! You're the only surgeon in all of Switzerland who can perform this life-saving procedure! If you don’t act now, he’s going to die!" I continued shaping my eyebrows with steady precision, not even glancing in his direction. "Quiet," I said coolly. "If you keep yelling, my brows might end up crooked."