Barely Legal

In the heart of Pampanga, Nathalie, the ‘Palette Prodigy,’ defies her family's disapproval of her artistic pursuits. Despite her initial doubts about love, billionaire Lucas becomes the unexpected catalyst, unlocking Nathalie's heart. Due to a lack of support from her family for her relationship with the billionaire and amidst university rumors, their relationship becomes complicated. The billionaire refuses to accept the child because of the rumors and the chance he's not the father. She decides to leave and raise her child alone. Until the day comes when Lucas seeks them out, wanting to mend their issues, leading to a legal battle for their child. Nathalie becomes stronger as she faces the challenges of being a single parent. Despite Lucas' persistent efforts, Nathalie grapples with conflicted emotions, torn between love and the pain he caused. Will she give the billionaire another chance?

Madam Pratt, my mother-in-law, was in critical condition after a car accident, desperately needing surgery. However, as the lead surgeon, I—Lilianne Davis—stood by, casually scrolling through short videos on my phone. My best friend, Tiffany Owens, who was also a doctor, was far more anxious than I was. She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the operating room. “Lily, why are you still stalling? Hurry up and save her!” I took a step back, clutching my stomach in pain as her face twisted in shock. “I have cramps so bad I can’t even stand. You do it.” In my last life, the moment I heard about Madam Pratt’s accident, I had swallowed a painkiller and rushed into surgery, working for hours to stabilize her. I had barely stepped away from the operating table when alarms blared. “Lilianne, what have you done? The patient is experiencing acute hemolysis!” “Call the family now!” Gareth Pratt stormed in, his face twisted with rage. He slapped me hard in the face. “Lil, you’re a professional surgeon, yet you gave my mother the wrong blood transfusion?!” I froze, reaching for Madam Pratt’s medical report to explain, only to find that the A-type blood I had seen before had somehow changed to B-type. The medical board arrived, and a blood test revealed traces of hallucinogens in my system. “Unbelievable! Taking illegal substances before surgery? That’s a cardinal sin for a doctor!” In the chaos, Emma Pratt, Gareth’s teenage sister, grabbed a scalpel and stabbed me multiple times. Blood gushed from my arteries, and I collapsed in a pool of crimson. As my vision faded, I couldn’t understand what had happened. I had never taken illegal drugs. Besides, I was absolutely certain of Madam Pratt’s blood type. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the moment right before stepping into the operating room.

An enemies-to-lovers murder mystery story, following the link between an ordinary girl with the powerful man in town. After Bella manages to escape her abusive boyfriend, she winds up on the streets drugged, bruised and barely conscious. Then her knight appears, scooping her up and bringing her to safety. He seems familiar. Fate has brought them together again, only for her to ruin his life with her horrible past, and for him to leave her a helpless fool.

Veil University is a place where illegal is legal, where lies are actually the truth. Where lie lies. Rougjan Aislinn Allejo was a victim of harassment that leads to her life's deepest trauma. Will she put her guard down if she's surrounded by lies? Or is she going to dig her own grave by slowly letting her guard down? Brace yourself and let your own curiosity dig your own grave in hell. Unveil secrets to lose every single person you trust. Painted truths are a great masterpiece, isn't it?

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."

Si Zaki Delrama ay kilala bilang successful na negosyate sa murang edad. Legal lahat ng negosyo niya kaya wala siyang inaalala katulad ng negosyo ng kakabata niya at pinakamamahal na si Ian Mercado, na isang smuggler. Kahit mahal niya si Ian isinuko niya parin ito kay Nate dahil si Nate Guevarra ang talagang gusto ni Ian. Nagpasya na sana siyang umalis ng Crown University para kalimutan ang kababata niya, dahil ito lang ang ipinunta niya sa CU, pero paalis na siya at ang grupo niya ng CU ng inambush sila ng grupo ni Roden. Pinalagpas niya ang kapangahasan ni Roden pero nung nalaman niya na sinunog ni Roden ang tatlong establishments niya, doon na siya humanap ng paraan para parusahan ang dalaga, sa mga kapangahasan nito at kawalang takot nito sakanya. Mapaamo niya kaya si Roden o siya ang luluhod sa dalaga? Si Sharian Roden Indelcio babaeng kilala bilang matigas ang ulo, mayabang at walang awa. Dahil sa kapatid siya ng Stygian Beast lord na si Stan kaya malakas ang loob niyang manakit, mangagaw at mangapak ng iba. Ugali ng Stygian na mangolekta ng pera sa kahit anung negosyo sa Cordova city. Every end of the month nililibot ni Roden ang buong Cordova City para mangolekta ng pera at ariarian ng mga establishments, bars, clubs, restaurants, hotel at anu pang mga negosyo sa City. Kung di magbigay ng pera ang mga may ari ng establishment, sinisira niya o sinusunog ang building o establishment na di nagbabayad o nagbibigay ng maayos... She is a tyrant and proud, walang nakakapagpaamo sakanya until Zaki Delrama ruin her.

His lips brushed my palm and every time his hot breath hit my skin, it set my nerves on fire. “What the—” I whispered, breathless. And then, with deliberate slowness, Sevastian slipped my ring finger into his mouth. My eyes widened in disbelief, my heart hammering against my chest. His teeth scraped my skin before sinking into the flesh, just enough to make me twitch from the sharp pain. I gasped, both from the sting and the bite I got from him. My entire body tensed as he bit down harder, marking me not with ink or metal, but with flesh and teeth. When he finally released my hand, my skin throbbed, the faint mark of his bite was visible against my finger. I cradled my hand, staring in disbelief at the mark he left behind. “This,” Sevastian murmured, his voice low and sharp. “Is my mark and ring.” His tone carried an edge, dangerous yet confident, as if the words were meant to bind me. “The symbol that you are no longer Celestina Valeztina-Savelli.” His lips ghosted over my skin, and my chest tightened as he whispered the next words. “...but Celestina Valeztina-Ortega.” His next words were a soft snarl, dripping with ruthless certainty. “My property, my wife.” He added, while locking his gaze on me. There was no hesitation in his eyes, no flicker of remorse, only that same ruthless determination that chilled me to my core. I tried to pull my hand back, but he didn’t let go. "You’re insane," I whispered, my voice barely audible, trembling despite my best efforts not to show it. “Yes, I’m insane,” he replied with a hint of mischief in his voice, “And I can drive you crazy…” He paused, letting the tension hang in the air.

"I would like to say I'm sorry; I haven't been the best version of myself. I am sorry for my inability to communicate effectively, and I know these past few weeks haven't been the best." "I do not want your apology, Xavier; I want to know why you have changed so much and become someone I barely know. I want to know what happened." She said, staring up at him, "Was my love never enough?" She didn't want to show her vulnerability, but he had always seen it. "It was always enough," he said as he stepped towards her, crossing into her personal space. Her heart picked up its pace, and she stared up at him. She could have told him to step back, but she wanted this. "You were always enough. I am sorry if I made you feel like you weren't." He said, and his lips met hers.

Elizabeth learned how to live independently after everything she had been through. She learned to survive even if it’s barely living. She learned to heal from the pain of the past. The almost perfect life turned to be painful and traumatizing. When she thought she was already healed, she decided to face her unresolved past. Is her medicine being enough to stop the nightmares and traumatic events that have happened? Or love and forgiveness can cure them?

"Hi there, I'd like to emigrate." Christina stood at the counter and handed over the neatly prepared documents to the clerk on the other side of the glass. The clerk quickly stamped each page. The red ink spread like tiny ripples on still water. Then, without looking up, he pulled out another form and passed it back to her. "Ma'am, your paperwork will be processed in fifteen days." Christina nodded, turned on her heel, and headed for the exit. But before she could step outside, whispers trailed after her. "Did I see that right? Mrs. Waldorf is applying for emigration? Did she have a squabble with Mr. Waldorf?" "Even if they argued, would it go this far? Mr. Waldorf practically worships her. What could possibly make her leave so decisively?" "Exactly. Five years ago, their wedding was the event of the century. Even someone like me, who barely goes online, heard about it. And three years ago, after her car accident, the blood bank ran out of stock. Mr. Waldorf ignored everyone's objections and nearly drained himself to save her. Then, just last year, when she disappeared for an hour, he mobilized every media outlet worldwide to find her. Now she's leaving without a word—won't that drive him insane?" The murmurs swirled and lingered, but Christina only smiled faintly. Her expression was calm, but her eyes darkened with a bitterness that deepened with every step. Yes, she thought. Everyone knew just how much Lucien Waldorf loved her.