Burning Betrayal Novels & Stories

Tsaka lang na realized ng photographer na ang mismong nasa harapan nya ay si Caleb. Ang kaninang mukha na galit ay napalitan ito ng pamumutla. "Sir, I didn't mean. Nadala lang ako ng emotion ko kanina siguro dahil na rin sa pressure na ma perfect ang photoshoot." "You don't need to do that. I don't care and this is your last chance, you're fired!" Gulat na gulat ang naging reaction ng photographer hindi siya makapaniwala sa nangyare.

Napahawak ako sa sintido ko at kahit nanginginig ay iwinaksi ko ang kamay niya mula sa braso ko at nagsalita. "Please, can you leave me alone? Meeting is already over. If you have another concern you can call my assistant or me to inform your concern. But now I'm really have to--" But before i finished my sentence everything went black.And before my senses is gone I heard his voice calling me Sandra again... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thank you for reading and supporting my stories ❤️

Every piece of her that had been whole, every part of herself that she thought she could rely on, felt like it was slipping away. She tried to remind herself of everything she’d done, all the work, the things she had built, but it wasn’t enough to take away the sting in her chest. The betrayal felt like a slow, suffocating burn. Nandiyan pa rin yung tanong, kung paano niya nga ba hahayaan yung puso niya na mahalin siya ng ganoon kalalim? Was she just a fool to think she could have something real with him? The thought made her stomach churn. Wala siyang dapat gawin kundi magpatuloy. Pero ang hirap. Ang sakit.

A trap from the very beginning. Julian felt a powerful, consuming rage. He had trusted this man. He had let him into their sanctuary. He had shown him the scrolls, introduced him to Leona’s family, and let him witness the sacred defenses of the village. The betrayal was absolute, a violation of a trust he had never given so freely before. He felt foolish. He felt used. Leona, whose quiet intuition had been right all along, was now filled with a raw, protective fury. Her eyes blazed with a fire Julian had never seen before. She took a step forward, ready to fight.

My breath caught as the paper curled. Blackened. Destroyed. “There’s no going back now,” I whispered. “No,” Adrian said. The fire reflected in his eyes. “There isn’t.” The footsteps stopped right outside the door. Silence. Dead silence. And then— The handle turned. Slowly. Dangerously. And in that moment— As the last piece of the contract turned to ash— I realized the truth we couldn’t escape anymore— “We didn’t just break the rules… we just burned the only thing keeping Julian from destroying us.”

They are both burning, but they don't care. Tuluyang nahulog si Anjelouv sa makamundong pagnanasa. The sweet and tingling sensation brought on by Clinton's actions burns her sanity down. She was like a slave to her master, who was willing to be submissive and get burned with the fire they were playing with.

I watch her being covered by vines as it crawls onto her skin and pinning her on the huge tree. "Velvet -" "Tara na. Ihanda niyo ang sarili niyo dahil hindi lamang Mortimer ang makakalaban natin." I look over at Athena once again before taking a step to walk away. "Velvet! Hindi si Jake at ang buong Mortimer ang sumira ng buhay mo!" Athena shouted behind us but I didn't mind her. Nakakatawa. How many times do I have to be betrayed by the people I care the most?

She stood there for a moment, her heart heavy with the weight of betrayal. And then, as if finding her voice again, Summer's words emerged in a choked whisper. "Legacy," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and pain. The sound seemed to pierce the bubble of their secret, a reminder that their actions had consequences. Legacy's head snapped up at the sound of her voice, his eyes meeting hers in a mixture of shock and guilt. His moment of passion was replaced with a heavy realization – he had been caught, his deception laid bare for Summer to see.

My insides were burning with a passion to kill, a savage rage that needs to be released. Without warning, I came up to the f*cker not giving a f*ck if he was asleep and defenseless. Neither did I look at the woman beside him, afraid to see what'd be written in her eyes if they will shoot open to me. Nothing I did next make sense to me anymore. I thrashed the f*cker's head and violently slammed his body off the floor creating a loud thud. It made his eyes flutter wide open in shock and disorientation but not a thing I care about. My anger and betrayal fueled me enough to draw blood. I threw blow-by-blow punches one after another on his face, kick after kicks not giving him a chance to lift a

Kung hindi niya lang inaalala ang anak na natutulog baka nasigawan na niya ito. “I don’t want the annulment; I want to keep our marriage.”, si Wolverine at napatingin siya sa mukha nito. He seems serious and sincere but betrayal flashes in her mind, and she begins to feel the hate again, bubbling up from the bottom of her heart like a dormant volcano. It's a familiar feeling, a dark and bitter emotion that she thought she had left behind. But here it is, resurfacing with an intensity that takes her breath away.