Bad Girl

He was so stubborn, adamant not to marry the girl he had never encountered with. She was left alone standing at the altar, humiliated. Her betrothed left her alone on their wedding day. Eight years later, they finally locked eyes. In the most stupid place and even more stupid condition. The worst part? He fell in love with her. Hard. He had to start from below zero, making up his mistakes for a girl from the past. Wouldn't stop until she accepts him anymore. But we know trouble always gets in the way. A big one. This may sound like a fight he could never win.

After her mum dies she has to learn how to live with someone who hasn't been in her life, can the boy next door help her with this big adjustment? Or does he add more pain to her life?

"Sasha, Mira's already engaged to Vincent. Stop messing with it. We booked your flight. You'll stay overseas until after the wedding." The whole 'this is for your own good' routine was back. That's when Sasha Clarke realized—she'd been given a second shot. Right to the day her parents forced her out of the country and made her give up Vincent Scythe.

It was not until after I married Bennett that I found out he had a clingy little childhood friend who loved to play the victim. On the very first day of our marriage, at dinner, I simply asked Bennett to pass me a bite of food. She immediately exploded. "Holly, you're disgusting! Bennett already used those utensils, and you seriously asked him to serve you food? What, don't you have hands?" I froze, completely blindsided. Before I could even react, Bennett put down his spoon and went straight to her, wrapping her in his arms like she was the one who had been wronged. Then he turned to me and said I should just get my own food from now on. However, honestly, wasn't it normal for a husband to serve his wife a bite? What was so outrageous about that? I barely got a word out before Bennett shut me down in a low, firm voice. "That's final. If Rosie doesn't like it, then we're not doing it. End of discussion."

Tina became pregnant, her education got terminated. She had a baby boy and turned into a single Mom. A year later, the man who got her pregnant came back searching for her and telling her that he love her. Will she accept him? read to know

“Pinili kong umalis para hindi ka mahirapang pumili at magdesisyon.” Lumuluhang sabi ni Via sa binata. Mapaklang ngumisi si Russell at nakakainsultong tumitig sa mga mata niya. “Do I need to thank you for that? Do you fucking want to hear me say, Oh, thank you for fucking ruin my life!” Napapitlag siya nang sigawan siya nito ngunit hindi siya nagpatinag. Alam niyang kasalanan niya kung bakit nito sinasayang ang buhay nito. “I don’t have any choice—” “Goddamn it, Via! Don’t fucking tell me that you don’t have a damned choice! Pinili mong iwan ako sa kabila nang labis kong pagmamahal sa’yo! You choose to hurt me, so stop telling me your bullshits and get lost!” Nakagat niya ang kanyang labi at pinigilang huwag mapahagulhol. Nasasaktan siya sa sinapit nito, ramdam niya ang matinding galit nito sa kanya. Magagawa niya pa rin bang gamutin ang sugat na tinamo nito nang iwan niya ito? Could she really have a chance to fix the bad boy’s, broken heart?

Liliana Xhyrinn Costas is a normal rich teenager that lives in a grand mansion with her dad and three brothers. Because of her savage nature and rude approach towards boys, she was kicked out of their mansion and was forced to live in a share house with other people she doesn't know. Upon the sudden changes in her used to be a luxurious life, she met a wolf-like boy who got attached to her. How will she handle a boy who's like a storm in her life? Will this be a new love or a new pain for her? Cover art made by: Crownedwalker (deviantart)

‘พี่ไม่มีวันรักโมเลยหรอคะ สักนิดก็ไม่มีเลยหรอ’///‘ฉันขอโทษนะโม เราหย่ากันเถอะ เธอไม่ต้องมาทนเจ็บปวดเพราะคนอย่างฉันอีก’

“Who the hell typed this contract, Liam? I see typos.” “What typos? I wrote every damn word myself.” “Then you must’ve been typing while Evelyn was suck–” “Shut the fvck up, Olivia! Just sign it, or forget about ever seeing my babies again.” “They’re my babies too, you asshole! Would you sign if some psycho shoved this shitty contract in your face?” “Then don’t sign. Your loss. Get the fvck out of my office. Call me only after you sign, or you’ll regret it.” --- I thought giving birth would be the happiest day of my life. Instead, it became the day my whole world shattered. While I was still weak and bleeding in that hospital bed, my husband walked in… not with flowers, not with comfort, but with a hard blow to my stitches. That devil set a trap far worse than our marriage itself. And no matter how much I hated him… a part of me still burned whenever he touched me. Was this love, madness, or the devil’s contract I could never escape?

The doctors said it was over—stage four, nothing left to fight. I had three days, max. I signed the organ donor papers myself. If I was gonna die, at least someone else could get a second shot. Told my family I was sick. But my so-called sister—the doctor—shrugged it off like I was making it up. She convinced them I was losing it, not dying. My parents and fiancé fell for it. Handed me over like she was some hero. She wasn't. She pushed me closer to the end. And when I finally died, the same people who wouldn't listen cried like they hadn't let it happen.