Bedroom Voice

Maling kwarto ang napasukan ni Gwen Sison. Kung saan ay naroroon si Seth Montealto, na humihingi ng saklolo para sa nararamdaman niyang buong init sa katawan. Dahil sa sugat na natamo ni Gwen sa kaniyang paa. Hindi inaasahan na matumba na lamang siya sa tabi ni Seth Montealto sa ibabaw ng kama. Nagulat na lamang si Gwen sa pagyakap ng lalaki sa kaniya. Akmang aalis na sana siya. Ngunit, bigla siyang nahawaan ni Seth. Kaya naman, nagkaroon din nang pang-iinit sa buong katawan ni Gwen. Kinaumagahan, nadatnan sila ng fiancee ni Seth na si Stella Guades na magkasama sa kama. Sa galit nito. Mahigpit niyang sinabunutan si Gwen. Walang magawa si Seth. Dahil, siya rin ay nagulat sa nangyari. Hanggang sa binitbit ni Stella si Gwen papalabas ng kwarto at ipinahiya ito sa lahat. 

Regretting the person you once loved is the most tragic kind of love. The butterflies, the heartbeats, and the gazes are all for nothing if you had already lost without even gearing up for a fight. In this world where happy ever after ends with a seal, tragedy is just about to begin, in which crying is its real ending.

[WARNING: This story is a reverse harem and contains extremely explicit scenes. Read at your own risk.] Nikole Castellaneta is rich, stubborn, domineering, and a brat. Being an only daughter of a billionaire, she always gets what she wants. When her boyfriend cheated on her, she immediately got a new apple of the eye, Cross—her father's business consultant. She heard Cross doesn't have a penchant for virgins, and he never liked her. Little did he know, Nikole would do everything to bed him, by hook or crook. But her ultimate problem—she is inexperienced. Then she created a harem to enhance her sexuality. Nikole recruited Clive, a CEO of an architectural firm, and Julian, her bodyguard. She wants to learn the bedroom etiquette for Cross. Her best friend, Kaden, is totally against it. But she proceeds anyway. She hopes that her heart is ready, too. Because the consequences are unbearable to handle…

"Get up, I'm hungry. Cook for me NOW!" The authoritative tone jolted me awake, not giving me a moment to freshen up or even change. We don't sleep side by side; he stays in the master bedroom while I occupy the guest room. He can't stand being near me. It hurts deeply when those words come from him, but it's a recurring pattern. I hurriedly made my way downstairs, still tying the robe around me. In the kitchen, I began preparing his breakfast. You see, I'm his secret wife. No one knows except our parents and a few friends. Since we got married, not a day goes by without him reminding me that he doesn't love me. Not a day goes by without him hurting me. But that's alright because, as I've mentioned, I love him so much that I'm willing to do anything just to earn his love in return. A single tear escaped and fell onto the clove of garlic I was chopping. I quickly wiped it away. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Manang watching me. I took a deep breath to regain my composure before turning to her with a forced smile. "I'm sorry; I got emotional over garlic." I lied.

After a tragic accident stole both his sight and the woman he loved, Caius Hale Vellaro learned to survive through sound alone. Music became silent, and his mansion became a prison of echoes and memory. When Krixaine Syrish Aifeo arrives as a quiet maid, she never suspects that her soft humming carries the same voice that once guided him through the dark. To her, it is only a habit. To him, it is grief breathing again… and miracle awakening. Will her voice save his frozen heart— or will they both fall for the comfort they never meant to find?

"Stop staring at me like that," nakatiim ang bagang na sabi ni Jass. "Hindi ako interesado sa 'yo at alam kong pati ikaw ay ayaw rin sa kasal na ito. So why don't we make an agreement about this fucking arranged marriage?" "No sharing of bedroom, no sex, no conversation at higit sa lahat walang pakialamanan sa isa't isa. We'll only pretend like we're sweet in front of our parents kapag nandiyan sila. Pero 'pag tayong dalawa lang, parang hindi natin kilala ang isa't isa. What about that? Hmm?" Tumango ako. "T-That's a good idea." But one time, nakita niya akong may kausap sa phone. Bakit bigla siyang nagalit sa akin?

“Cum for me and be a good girl.” "Then make me, Roigie. Or are you only a commander when I’m already yours?" Roigie is used to being in total control—he’s a Villarreal, it’s in his DNA. When he gives a command like that, he expects absolute submission. He’s using his dominance to mask the fact that he’s actually obsessed with Aria. But Aria? She’s a rebel. She knows that the only thing Rogie wants more than her obedience is her reaction. By challenging him to make her, she’s flipping the script and making him work for the control he craves. Even though they’re at each other's throats, there’s this toxic, possessive energy. Aria is thinking, “If I’m going to be a good girl, it’s only for you”. She hates that she wants him, especially since she’s hiding the pregnancy, but she’d rather be under his command than anywhere near Luigi. While Roigie is busy trying to command her in the bedroom, Luigi is outside waiting to ruin it all. That’s the irony of the love triangle—Roigie is so focused on winning the war inside their marriage that he doesn't see Luigi playing a dirty game with their reputation. Every time Aria submits or fights back, she’s also trying to distract Roigie so he doesn't feel the shapewear or notice her morning sickness. She's playing a lethal game to keep her heart and her secret safe.     

When Ean discovered that her father had arranged another marriage for her, she did not hesitate to run away from their house. She wanted to be away from her dad and everyone else. Until she just found herself in a room sharing a hot, steamy night with a stranger, who turned out to be the son of her family's enemy, Seigraine Harisson, which leads to a not-so-ordinary deal where she has no safe escape. What they've agreed on is just fine with her, as long as she conforms to his one rule; to never expect a future.

My name is Akira Sy, or rather, Akira Sy Montenegro—18 years old. Yes, I’m married to the man I love most, Kyle Xavier Montenegro. He’s a businessman—handsome, incredibly successful, and has everything. I fell in love with him when I was 16, always dreaming that one day we’d be together, and yes, my dreams came true. The next morning, I woke up to a cold sensation on my face. I opened my eyes and realized it was water, soaking my entire face. I looked up and was met with Kyle’s dark, piercing gaze. I immediately felt a wave of anxiety. “K-Kyle,” I stammered, my voice trembling. He closed his eyes tightly, as if burdened by a huge problem. “Stand up, wh*re. I’m hungry. Cook for me, NOW!” he ordered with authority, making me scramble to get up without even bothering to wipe my face or change clothes. No, we don’t sleep in the same room. He’s in the master bedroom while I stay in the guest room because he finds me disgusting. It hurts so much when those words come from him. He’s always like that. I rushed down the stairs, tying my robe as I went, heading straight to the kitchen to prepare his breakfast. Yes, I’m his secret wife. No one knows except our parents and a few friends. Since we got married, there hasn’t been a day when he didn’t remind me that he doesn’t love me. Not a day goes by without him hurting me, but it’s okay because, like I said, I love him so much that I’m willing to do anything just for him to love me back.

Blessilda found herself having one night stand--that was her original plan but why did she want to be with him all the time? She didn't believe in love but she's willing to try new things in life. She wants to be pleasured but she cannot pleasure herself alone. Ryan is a chickboy. He likes sexy, seductive and sophisticated women with white complexion. Will he give everything just to have sex with Blessilda? Will he compromised with her terms in and out of the bedroom? Or will he dominate the whole no label relationship?