Captivating Novels & Stories

Kapag ang temptasyon na lalapit, mahirap na itong tanggihan. Note: Maraming Mali dahil unedited.

Raffus Matthieu Cattaneo, Hi baby, I don't know how to write a letter using flowery words so I'll go directly straight to the point. This is a letter of confession, of my three years affection to you. I'm not certain of when is the exact date that I've developed these feelings but I'm sure it was around three years ago. At first, I could say I'm just infatuated. I mean... who wouldn't be attracted? You're academically smart and handsome since then even with glasses on. You have this attitude that really caught me off guard, I got mesmerized to the way you look at me, at people around you. I rarely saw you smile but one time I saw your lips crept one, it's capturable and worth remembering.

Hindi ko inaakalang ang pagtatagpo namin ni Viglianco sa rooftop ay ganito ang kahihinatnan. I never expect this dahil ni hindi ko nga inakalang magmamahal ako. Of all people, he's the one, the man who made me his captive, I know it tear me at first but now I can proudly claimed that Im his. No hatred, but put my heart at ease instead. He ain't only captive sister Claudia Altaranz but also her heart and merciless lock it into his and will be the only one to be the locksmith. _munki

My lips curled into a smirk, my pulse hammering so hard I swear he could hear it. Pero bago pa ako mag-celebrate sa pagkaasar ko sa kanya, bigla niya akong hinila mula sa bewang. Our chests collided, his solid frame pressing against mine. The scent of his cologne — warm, musky, expensive — hit me like a wave, wrapping around me like a trap I didn’t want to admit felt… dangerous. "Hindi lang bothered, Miss Montecalvo," he murmured against my ear, voice dripping heat. "I wanna suck it hard until it leaves some red marks, kiss it and bite it so fucking bad until you reach your climax."

Grabe talaga ang bunganga nito walang filter ang bibig. After Knox placed the ballpoint pen down, I stared at its appearance. If I'm not mistaken, this pen is a diamond Montblanc. The end of its grip is adorned with a diamond, encased in a transparent glass, and once again, a snake encircles it as if guarding the diamond inside. I don't know for sure, but it seems that Mr. Levine has a fondness for snakes. “Kung iniisip mong hindi totoo ang diamond na iyan bakit hindi mo subukang kunin?” boses ni, Zion ang nagpawala sa pagka amaze ko sa pen na nakalapag sa babasaging mesa.

Muli akong nakaramdam ng kakaibang pakiramdam sa aking dibdib at bumilis ng husto ang tibok ng puso ko. Her beauty is really heavenly. It's so addictive to look into her greyish-black eyes, it is so alluring. Kung hindi siya agad nag-iwas ng tingin ay baka tuluyan na akong madala at ma-hypnotize muli sa mga titig niya.

Minsan napapaisip ako na baka may laman na 'yan, nakabuo na tayo. Napatitig ako ng matagal sa naiinis n'yang mukha. Habang tumatagal gumagwapo s'ya lalo sa paningin ko. Kaya pala halos magsilabasan na ang mga ngala-ngala ng mga kababaihan kakatili sa kanya. Kakaiba ang kanyang karisma. You brighten my day Showing me my direction You're coming to me And giving me inspiration How can I ask for more

Chapter 22 Rosalina Fronler' Maghintay hintay kalang,may araw ka rin sa akin! Hindi habang buhay ikaw ang nagwawagi. Hindi ko parin makalimutan ang masaklap na kahihiyan sa buhay kong iyon,lahat nang kababaihang makakakita sa akin ay iniisip na rap*st ako! Iyon ang hindi ko lubos matanggap! Paano pa ako ngayong makakapag-asawa kung laging ganun ang tingin sa akin nang karamihan! Ang naiinis na may kasama pang pagsuntok sa kanyang manibela dahilan para mapindot ang busina nang sasakyan.

Ravenhart. Nakaharap ito sa bintana, nakaupo sa itim na leather swivel chair. Ang sikat ng araw ay tumatama sa kanya, his posture relaxed but commanding, completely unaware of her presence. The sunlight cut across the office in sharp beams, outlining him like a sculpture of power. Amariz held her breath. Mas malaki ito kaysa sa inaasahan niya, isang presensyang kayang lamunin ang buong pagkatao niya.

Things I swore I'd locked away in a vault somewhere deep in my chest, buried under layers of anger and hurt and self-preservation and scar tissue. Hope. That fragile, stupid, beautiful thing na parang soap bubble—maganda tingnan, iridescent, shimmering with possibility, pero one wrong move and it pops, disappears, leaves nothing but wetness and disappointment. Attraction. Not just physical, though tangina, the physical part was definitely there, undeniable, impossible to ignore. Pero yung deeper kind. Yung kind na gusto kong makausap siya beyond work talk. Gusto kong malaman kung ano naiisip niya about random things. Gusto kong marinig yung side niya ng story, his perspective, his worldview.