Canterbury Tales Original Text

Pagmamalupit at pang-aabuso ang naranasan ni Emilia sa kanyang tiyahin mula pagkabata niya ito na lang kasi ang tanging kaanak na meron siya kaya tiniis niya ang lahat ng paghihirap niya rito. Sa ika-labing walong taon na kaarawan niya ay binenta siya ng kanyang tiya sa isang bar at dito ay halos hindi niya kinaya ang magiging kapalaran niya. Dito niya nakilala si Ralph ang misteryosong lalaki na nagligtas sa kanya sa isang costumer na pinagtangkaan siyang saktan. Dinala siya nito sa probinsya kung saan ay nagmamay-ari ito ng isang napakalaking lupain dahil alam niya na mabuti itong tao sa pagkakaligtas sa kanya ay labis-labis ang pasasalamat niya rito. Pero may kapalit ang lahat ng pagtulong nito sa kanya dahil pinilit siya nito na maging asawa nito at dito nagsimula na matuklasan niya ang totoo nitong pagkatao at ang totoo niya rin na pagkatao. Original Erotic/Romance story by: Seirinsky

BLURB NB::This book contains several steamy contents!! Orpheus Bathory is a transcendent vampire who is naturally gifted with the powers of an original vampire making it impossible for him to be killed. He's naturally able to control higher animals and transform to whatever animal he so desires and he's naturally blessed with dark magic which made him revered in the realms of ancient witches. An affinity with night, darkness, and shadows ritual is to be held and the blood of a virgin hybrid is requested and to prove himself worthy of being the next vampire king he volunteers and breaches the human world. After years of wasted efforts, he finally bumps into Lucinda Orlok and his life takes a twist as he is lost in his love enchantment. Lucinda Orlok, is a vampire-werewolf hybrid. The ritual description fits into her as she was of a rival clan and she was extremely powerful. Lucinda is blinded by her adoration of Orpheus which makes her not know who truly he is. Orpheus for the first time is deceived by the spell of glamour as he also thinks she's human. And gradually their friendship turns into obsession as they are bound to each other. Will their deadly obsession for each other survive the bitter revelation or would vengeance quench their love which once burnt like a fiery inferno?

For 16 years Olina has been hiding in plain sight at the pack of her future mate. As a royal, she has known who her mate was since the first time she met him, even if she was only 2. Now it's two days past her 18th birthday, and the man she has loved all her life, marked another. As she reels with the pain of the rejection and marking, she returns to her original pack, her home. Along with her best friend and guardian, Waryn, who came with her to her mate's pack as toddlers, Olina returns only to find that her new plan of avoiding any possible future with a mate won't be that easy. Her mother has a plan, and as the next full moon passes and her bond breaks with Syn, it seems so does fate. But as she comes face to face with all shes ever wanted, she realizes it comes with a price. Facing a future unlike the one she spent 16 years preparing for, Olina steps up against a new mate, a new role in her pack, and a new enemy in the form of a familiar face, one who wants her royal bloodline to end at her.

I never thought I'd end up severely injured and lose my baby on my wedding day. That day, I walked toward my husband full of excitement, only to watch him rush right past me and straight into the arms of his secretary. Confused, I turned around and saw someone in a wedding dress lying on the ground, blood pooling beneath her. It was his secretary, Quinn Fable. Steve York, my soon-to-be husband, panicked and scooped her up, but Quinn stared at me with tearful eyes, crying, “Summer, I ate the candy you gave me… Why would you want to hurt my baby? Please, Steve, save our child… please…” Steve was beside himself with rage. Without a second thought, he kicked me hard in the stomach. I collapsed into the champagne tower, shards of glass embedding into my skin. Blood poured from between my legs. Yet, they still clung to each other, crying bitterly as if I didn't exist. When the ambulance arrived, they didn't even hesitate to push me aside to save her first. “Forget about her!” Steve shouted. “Save Quinn! She's lost so much blood. She must be in terrible pain! As for Summer, that vicious witch… she deserves to die!” Due to the delay, I suffered a ruptured uterus and missed the window for proper treatment. And as if that wasn't enough, Steve personally announced that our marriage was null and void. He marched straight to the clerk's office with Quinn and made it official. On my ICU bed, I received a text from him. “Pack your things and get out. Quinn wants you out of her sight.”

Once I became pregnant, I was hailed as the most precious woman in the underworld. My husband, the new Don of the Jenkins family, shut down an entire private hospital wing for my check-ups, while my father, the Collins Don, summoned every Michelin-starred chef in New York to the estate, just so I could pick whatever I craved. The baby I carried was destined to be the sole heir of the two most powerful mafia families. But on the day we were to sign the papers securing my child's inheritance, they both vanished. "An urgent family matter came up," my husband, Vincent, said, kissing my forehead. "We can finalize the child's inheritance when we get back. There's no rush." Shortly after they left, I received a link to an anonymous live stream. My father's voice came from the video, colder than I had ever heard it. "You're saying your marriage contract with Evangeline was never valid. Doesn't that make the child a bastard?" Vincent, lounging in a club, blew a smoke ring. Cradled in his arms was my half sister, Sarah. "Evangeline has always had all the love and affection. Her child will want for nothing." "Sarah has been mocked for her status for years. I have to make things right for her, give our child a legitimate name." In that moment, my heart seized, and I could barely breathe. Then my phone vibrated again. It was a text message: "Welcome home to the Gallo family, my queen." "Just give the word, and the child you carry will bear the Gallo name and become the most powerful heir in the American underworld."

I'd spent an entire year preparing for my son Tristan Pascall's spot at a top international school. By the final admissions review, I had every single document ready. All that was missing was the original copy of Richard Pascall and my marriage certificate. Once we handed that in, it would be official. But when we got to the admissions office, Richard turned on me, accusing me of arranging this without telling him. Before I could clap back, the admin frowned and said, "Ma'am, according to the system, Mr. Pascall's spouse isn't you." My whole body went cold. And then Iris Poole—who had been standing behind Richard this whole time—stepped up and slid her marriage certificate across the counter. The staff checked it, nodded, and said, "Mr. Pascall, Ms. Poole, your registration date is June, four years ago. Everything looks fine. You may proceed." June, four years ago. That was the exact month Richard held my hand in front of all our friends and family at our engagement party and promised I was his one true love. He had lied to me about that for the past seven years.

I burned my painting right in front of the students and university staff. Thunderous applause filled the hall. Everyone thought it was some kind of performance. But my senior in the graduate program panicked. He rushed forward and grabbed my wrist, his voice tight. “Connor, have you gone mad? This is your only shot to prove yourself!” I shook him off, cold. A chance? That was his chance, right? During my past life, he stole the painting I poured my heart and soul into and entered it in the competition ahead of me. The composition, the colors, even my original technique… He copied all of it. He won the Gold Award for the National Youth Art Competition, signed with a top gallery, and basked in glory. Meanwhile, I was branded a shameless plagiarist. The insults and curses overwhelmed me completely. "Get out of the art scene already!" “A plagiarist like you should just die!” His fans stormed my studio, smashed my tools, and broke my right hand. With my world in ruins, I jumped off the studio roof. Opening my eyes again, I realized I had returned to the day my senior accused me of plagiarism.

I was sitting in City Hall, about to sign that damn mate bond certificate with Logan—Alpha of the Eastside Moonclaws—when his phone buzzed. One glance. Then he stood up like this was all just another errand. Didn’t even flinch when he said: “Something came up. Let’s push the bond signing to another day, yeah?” And just like that, he was gone. Left me sitting alone, surrounded by bonded pairs, all glowing with that sickly sweet “forever” vibe. Why? Because Emma, his darling little childhood packmate, twisted her ankle during pack-speed training—trying to keep up with the advanced wolves when she barely passed the basic shifts. Ten minutes later, I get a text: “Emma’s injury’s kinda serious. I gotta stay with her. Let’s move the wedding, okay?” Just another time—maybe the last—Logan picked her over me. But this time? No tears. No begging. No rage. The clerk gave me a quiet look, like she already knew how the story ended. “Ma’am... do you still want to proceed?” I pulled out my phone.Didn’t wait for him to change his mind. The clerk gave me that soft, pitying look. “Ma’am... do you still want to proceed?” I shook my head, and dialed home. The moment my Beta sister picked up. “Tell Alpha Dad I’m coming back to the Ridge. Today.” A pause. “You sure?” “Yeah,” I said, standing up, my voice steady. “I’m done here.” And just like that, I walked out. Not just from the building—but from him.

My son was kidnapped by rogue wolves during training. Ethan used all his connections as Beta to finally locate him in an abandoned hunting lodge. When I burst through the door, Tyler was already lying on the ground. His chest was a bloody mess, his heart ripped out completely. I chased after the rogue wolves like a mad she-wolf, desperate to retrieve his heart, but I was too late. Unable to bear the devastation, I collapsed and fell from the cliff edge. Ethan carried me to the pack healer's den, his face deathly pale. Before the healing ritual began, he gripped my hand tightly, his voice trembling: "Serena, you can't give up. Our son is already gone. I can't lose you too..." But when I regained consciousness, I found an anonymous text message on my phone. I opened it and heard a recording. "Beta Gray, you have already found another heart donors. Why specifically choose young Tyler? He's so young, and he's your son..." "He was just a tool to save Lucas. I raised him all these years—taking one heart isn't too much to ask, is it?" "Besides, the pack healer said a blood relative's heart has the smallest chance of rejection. Lucas is mine and Vivian's life. I can't bear to see him suffer even a little." My entire body shook violently. I could barely hold the phone. The man who repeatedly claimed to love me was the murderer who killed my son for his illegitimate child with his mistress. The marriage I thought was happy was nothing but an elaborate deception.

What if the Moon Goddess was a temperamental tyrant with her own motivations and desires? Gemma Hayes, human witch, struggles to find her place among the wolves. As a the living vessel for the Moon Goddess, every alpha wants to own her. To possess her. To make her his obsession. He cleared his throat. “Another thing.”  Yes?” I asked, wondering what else he could possibly demand from me. "End your fucking engagement with Kieran.” His stiff tone left little room for argument. Oh, that! I shook my head, turning away. “He just lost his damn sister! I cannot. Not right this moment.” “You can and will. Call him. Text him. I don’t give a fuck but you better end that shit.” Fuck! “I will. Soon.” Of course I couldn't string Kieran along. I trembled at the mere idea of dealing him another blow right after the death of his beloved sister. A tear trickled down my face. “Do you actually love him?” He asked, anger rippling with each word.  I rubbed my temples. The stress of this damn mate bond would eat me alive. “Of course not. But circumstances…” “Circumstances being you are my fucking mate! Mine to claim. Mine to own. Mine to cherish. Mine to love. Mine to fucking obsess over. You, Gems, have always been my only addiction. An addiction I have no desire to kick. Ever.” I stared at him, hopeless. I had no defenses left to fight his magnetic attraction. I allowed his gravity to grab me, suck me under, pull me into his consuming orbit. Again. Fuck!