Applied Arts

I was ten when my Omega mother mated the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. My stepbrother, Draven, never let me forget how I’d diluted their pure blood. With his silent blessing, the entire pack became a weapon to carry out his hate. During a full moon hunt, he gave the nod. That's all it took. His followers "accidentally" pushed me in front of a raging stag. I felt its antlers rip my shoulder open. He looked down at me, his golden eyes dripping with scorn. “Don’t think you’re one of us just because your mother latched onto my father. Weaklings get culled. And I’ll be the one to kick you off my land.” At his command, they'd ruin my offerings to the Moon Goddess. They shredded my coming-of-age gown with silver blades. Through it all, my mother would only look at me with shame. My stepfather, the great Alpha, just saw me as a troublesome brat. I made myself small, desperate for a scrap of kindness. But it only made me the pack outcast. Hated and completely alone. Until Draven’s best friend, Liam—the Alpha heir to the Rage River Pack—showed interest in me at the werewolf academy. For the first time ever, Draven left me alone. I thought Liam was my only light in the darkness. On my birthday, I gave myself to him completely. The next day, I overheard him talking to Draven. Draven’s voice was low, laced with venom. “Did you get the video? Of the half-blood losing control mid-fuck?” Liam chuckled. “Of course. Gotta admit, she feels amazing. So soft… a real temptation. Almost got me hooked. But just in bed. The thought of her dirty blood…If it wasn’t to help you get even, I would’ve never touched a weak-blooded Omega like her.” I clamped a hand over my mouth, tears streaming down my face. My only hope was a lie. But they didn't know. I’d already applied to the Valeriana Werewolf Institute. And I wasn’t coming back.

Izaria Mauve is a sheltered woman and an only daughter of Asuncion family. She is the last heiress so she has to meet her clans expectations. Lumaki siya sa puder ng kanyang lolo na namamalagi sa Japan upang ilayo siya sa mga mata ng mga tao hanggat hindi pa dumadating ang tamang panahon upang siya naman ang mamahala sa malaki nilang kompanya. Bata pa lang kasi ay sakitin na ito. Everyone thought she was kept in a private hospital where no one is allowed to visit. But her grandfather raised her to be a warrior rather than a weak and clueless princess. She spent most of her time in a temple where she learned different types of martial arts and weapons, she was also taught everything about business. Ang inakala nilang musmos at mahina na dalaga ay hindi pala totoong mahina. Pero hindi roon magtatapos ang lahat dahil mababago ang kapalaran ni Izaria nang ipahayag ng kanyang lolo na kinakailangan niyang pakasalan ang isang makapangyarihang tao sa lipunan na nasa Pilipinas upang isalba ang kompanya nilang nasa bingit na ng pagbagsak. Izaria had a second thought but she was convinced to accept it after his grandfather died and was told that that is his last will. Anong klaseng buhay kaya ang naghihintay kay Izaria sa Pilipinas? Maging matagumpay kaya ang mga plano niya upang mabawi ang kompanya nila? Paano kung hindi lang ang pakikipagsapalaran na magpakasal sa taong hindi niya kilala ang problemang dumating sa buhay niya? Paano kung may matuklasan siya na hindi niya dapat malaman?

Si Arkin Andres, isang batang bilyonaryo, ay malapit nang ikasal sa babaeng pinakamamahal niya, si Zandreah Binonzo—isang elegante at napakagandang babae na hinahangaan ng lahat. Ang kanilang kasal ay itinakdang magbuklod sa dalawang makapangyarihang pamilya, ngunit isang buwan bago ang seremonya, natuklasan ni Arkin ang pagtataksil ni Zandreah. Sa isang pribadong beach sa Pilar, nasaksihan ni Arkin ang masayang pagtitinginan nina Zandreah at ng isang lalaking hindi niya kilala. Ang tagpong iyon ay winasak ang kanyang puso. Galit at sugatan, nagpasyang ipatigil ni Arkin ang kasal, ngunit tinutulan ito ng kanyang ama. Para sa pamilya, ang kasal ay hindi lamang tungkol sa pag-ibig—ito ay isang selyo ng kapangyarihan at karangalan. Sa desperasyon ng kanyang ama na mapanatili ang plano, kinuha nila si Yunifer Alcalde—isang bagong graduate ng fine arts na baon sa utang—upang pansamantalang ilihis ang atensyon ni Arkin. Bagamat nag-aalangan, tinanggap ni Yunifer ang kakaibang alok kapalit ng malaking bayad, kahit alam niyang si Arkin ay kilala bilang malamig, arogante, at malupit. Akala ni Yunifer, madali lang sundin ang mga utos ni Arkin at tiisin ang kanyang ugali. Ngunit habang magkasama sila, hindi niya inaasahang mas mahirap ito kaysa sa kanyang iniisip. Unti-unting nabuo ang tensyon sa pagitan nila, at ang damdamin ni Arkin para kay Yunifer ay naging mas matindi at makapangyarihan. Tatanggapin ba ni Yunifer ang baluktot na pagmamahal ni Arkin, o pipiliin niyang tumakas bago pa tuluyang maging huli ang lahat?

Nanganganib na mawalan ng trabaho si Chrissa dahil sa papalugi na ang kompanyang kanyang pinapasukan. Isa siya sa mga nagsusulat para sa isang magazine na sa bawat labas ng bagong edition ay laging mababa ang benta. She doesn't want to lose her job. All she needs to do is to write something that would catch everyone's attention and urge them to buy their next magazine issue. She needs to find someone whom she can feature on her next article... someone like— Trace Dela Serna. Trace is a well-known businessman. Kilalang-kilala ito dahil sa yamang mayroon ang pamilya nito. Laman din ng mga balita noon ang lalaki dahil sa kinasangkutang kontrobersiya ilang taon na ang nakararaan. Namatay sa isang engkuwentro ang kasintahan nito at walang sino man ang nakaaalam kung ano ang dahilan ng barilang naganap. Naniniwala si Chrissa na gumamit ng koneksiyon at yaman ang mga Dela Serna upang hindi malaman ng media ang dahilan ng mga nangyari. Ni walang nagtagumpay na makuhanan ito ng panayam. At iyon ang gusto niyang magawa— si Trace ang nais niyang maging paksa sa sunod na article na kanyang isusulat. Kung sakaling maisiwalat niya ang dahilan ng pagkamatay ng kasintahan nito, baka sakaling tumaas ang kita nila. She thought it would be easy, pero hirap siyang makapanayam ang kampo ng binata. Dahilan iyon para mag-isip siya ng ibang paraan upang makalapit dito at makakuha ng mga impormasyon— Chrissa applied as Mat-Mat's nanny, ang limang taong gulang na anak ni Trace. Magagawa niya bang alamin ang sikretong nakabalot sa pagkatao ni Trace? Will she be able to make him agree for an interview? O sadyang siya ang mahihirapang makasama ang binata sa iisang bubong dahil sa pag-uugaling mayroon ito? Can she ever tame... his stone heart?

When I'm having a meal with my family at home, I find out that my childhood sweetheart, Melanie Johnson, has given up on an opportunity to get promoted and transferred to the military base in the north for the sake of my cousin, Wilson Chandler. "Wilson's competence is only good enough for him to study at a local college in town. It so happens that Mrs. Holland is in poor health as well. I've already applied for a local college for you. We shall stay in this town together." My mom adds, "That's right. I did promise your uncle that I'll take good care of Wilson, so you need to help me take care of him too. You should just give up on Valmore College—it's useless for you anyway. When you marry Melanie in the future, you'll have to follow her to whichever military district she's going to." Before I can even speak up, Wilson's eyes redden instantly, making him look very aggrieved. "This is my fault for being a total loser. My parents aren't here anymore, not to mention I'm the reason why Charlie can't attend his dream college. Why don't you all just leave and do whatever you want? I'm fine being alone." The moment Wilson starts playing the pity card, both my mom and Melanie panic instantly and start doing their best to comfort him. Meanwhile, I return to my room quietly and withdrew the application that Melanie helped me submit. Luckily, I manage to apply to Valmore College one second before the submission deadline ends. Honestly speaking, I intend to study at Valmore College not just because I can be closer to Melanie in terms of distance, but I also want to watch the snow with her there. I want us to walk together in the snow till our heads turn white from the flakes, signifying the longevity in our relationship. But now, the person standing next to me as I watch the snowfall doesn't matter to me anymore. It's just that I need to watch the snowfall no matter what.

The night before high school graduation, Ethan Luciano pulled me into his bedroom. His hands were rough, his touch demanding, yet my heart overflowed with a decade's worth of unspoken longing. I'd loved Ethan for ten years, and finally, it seemed my silent wishes had come true. Afterwards, as we lay tangled in his sheets, he whispered that he'd marry me after graduation. Once he took over the Luciano family's empire from his father, he'd make me the most cherished woman in the family. I believed him. The next morning, I sat curled up against his bare chest as he casually told my foster brother, Lucas, about us. My cheeks were flushed, and my heart raced, still clinging to the sweetness of the night before. However, then their conversation shifted into Italian. Lucas smirked, leaning back against the doorframe. "Not bad, Young Boss. Your first time, and the school's 'it girl' just threw herself at you. So, how's my little sister taste?" Ethan gave a lazy chuckle. "Looks like an angel, but a freak in the sheets. Who would’ve thought?" The room erupted in low, conspiratorial laughter. Lucas raised a brow. "So, should I call her my little sister or my future sister-in-law?" Ethan’s tone darkened, his arm tightening around my waist for a moment. Then he let out a sigh. "She’s nothing. Just practice," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I’m trying to hook up with the cheer captain, Sylvia Dawson, but I don’t want her thinking I’m clueless in bed. Cynthia Saville’s just a warm-up." He paused. "But don’t tell Sylvia. I don’t need her getting all emotional." They didn't know that I’d spent months secretly learning Italian, preparing for the life I thought I’d share with Ethan. I didn't say a word. Later that day, I quietly withdrew my early decision application to Caltech and applied to MIT instead.

Ms. Melody—isang maganda, palaayos sa sarili, mayaman at isang ‘CEO’ ng malaking kumpanya. May boyfriend ito na nagngangalang Grabriel, ang lalaking pumunta ng US upang doon ipagpatuloy ang trabaho nito. Ngunit isang araw, gumuho ang mundo ni Melody; sapagkat nalaman n’yang may ibang babaeng iniibig si Grabiel sa US. Kasabay ng araw na ’yon ang pagtawag at pagtatapat mismo ng lalaki sa kanya nang hindi personal, sa pamamagitan ng video call, “I’m sorry for this melody…..” paunang salita nito. " We have to break," sunod pa nito. Pagkatapos marinig ang mga katagang iyon binaba na nito ang cellphone. Mabuti na lamang ay nand'yan ang isang lalaki upang damayan at saluhin s’ya. Si David na matagal na n’yang secretary. Pogi at maskulado ito. Isang billionaire man. Ngunit nang mamatay ang mga magulang nito sa murang edad n’ya ay nalugi ang kanilang negosyo. He didn't know how to manage it at that time. When David was already twenty-two years old, he applied as a secretary in a company owned by the Fuentes family, where Ms. Melody Fuentes was a member. Nang gabi ding iyon niyaya ni Melody si David na uminom para na rin mabawasan ang sakit sa puso n'yang dulot ng pag-ibig nito sa lalaking si Gabriel. Habang umiinom ang dalawa patuloy na humahagulhol ng iyak si Melody. 'Di naman gano’n kadaling mag-move on. PRETENDED COUPLE Habang nagpapanggap ang dalawa bilang magkasintahan, hindi ito naging madali para itago. May mga time pa nga na naghahalikan sila sa harap ng iba para mas mapatunayan nilang mag-couple talaga sila. Marami pa silang pinagdaanang problema bago sila ikasal. Nagkaroon ng dalawang anak at nalimutan ang mga bad past scenario. ”Dahil sa pagpapanggap, nagkaroon ng pag-asa ang puso kong nasugatan, ngunit agad na humilom noong dumating ka…….. David." -Ms. Melody.

The day I found out I was pregnant with my second child, the impossible happened: the baby in my womb spoke. "Stupid sister, are you even listening? Mom said that as soon as you graduate, she's selling you off. That money is for my future wedding!" My daughter went still. She didn't say a word, didn't confront me, didn't even cry. She just quietly applied to study abroad. And from that day on, I never heard from her again. My husband, seeing how devastated I was, moved to comfort me. But the baby's voice cut through the silence once more. "Comfort her? You're the biggest fool in this house! When I'm born, I'm not calling you 'Dad.' My real dad is that handsome guy from the bar!" The color drained from Sean's face. Before I could utter a word of explanation, he dragged me straight to the hospital for a paternity test. The results came back quickly—my best friend had pulled some strings to expedite them. And there it was, in cold, clinical print: NO PATERNITY BIOLOGICALLY ESTABLISHED. He didn't let me speak. He filed for divorce immediately. In a panic, the baby's voice cried out from inside me again, "Why is the idiot backing out now? Did he finally figure out Mom tricked him? The one who saved his life all those years ago wasn't her—it was her best friend!" That one sentence shattered my entire world. My husband turned his back on me and married my best friend. As for me… the shock and grief hit me like a physical blow. I felt a hot, sudden gush of blood. Before the doctors could save me, I died on that cold hospital bed, my hands clutching my swollen belly, my mind still reeling, unable to comprehend how my life had unraveled so completely. It wasn't until I was reborn, and once again heard the treacherous little voice inside me, that I finally began to understand the truth.

The day I learned the truth about my husband, Duke Alistair, and his adopted sister, Liana, I left. I abandoned my title, my home, and returned to my father's palace. A year passed. Then came news of chaos in the duchy. The servant Alistair sent spoke with desperation, “Your Highness, the Duke and your son are lost to reason. If you don’t return, I fear they will burn everything to the ground.” I looked at the blood I'd coughed onto my handkerchief. I nodded. "Fine. I'll go back." The doctor had already given me my diagnosis. Consumption. I had only a month left to live. So I went back. And I played the part of the perfect duchess. I no longer demanded Alistair's loyalty. I even found him three new mistresses who looked just like Liana and sent them to his bed after he had sent her away for me. I no longer made Damian study the arts of statecraft and not forced him to master his courtly duties. Instead, I supported his ridiculous dream of joining the Expeditionary Force. I took the pain they gave me. I wrapped it in the "understanding" they always craved. And I served it back to them cold. But it drove Alistair mad. He threw out the mistresses. He crushed me in his arms. His kiss was a punishment. He bit my lip, drawing blood. "I sent Liana away! What more do you want from me? How can I earn your forgiveness?" Damian cried and clung to my arm. "I'll never call Aunt Liana 'gentle' or 'beautiful' again! Mother, please. Just stop." They didn't understand. I wasn't making a scene. I just wanted to live out my last month in peace. And then, I wanted to die.

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."