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Kinuha niya ang kanyang laptop mula sa sahig at sumandal sa headboard ng kama. Sa ilalim ng madilim na silid, ang liwanag lang ng screen ang nagbibigay ng ilaw sa kanyang mukha habang nagsisimulang sumayaw ang kanyang mga daliri sa keyboard. Nagsusulat na naman siya ng kanyang bagong bestseller erotic novel. “A night spent with a god can easily ruin a woman’s reality,” pagsisimula niya sa bagong chapter.

Mabigat ang loob nyang tinalikuran ang lalaki. She become a cold hearted. She's completely changed. As if the Carmela that he ones knew are now already, "deād". At sino ang pumātay non? Walang iba kundi sya. *** Hello, baka po mapalitan ang book cover po natin.

Nitong mga nakaraang araw ay lagi siyang antukin at mas gusto pa niyang manatili sa bahay upang matulog. “Salamat po, Manang. Pakisabi po sa kanya na nandito ako sa likod-bahay,” saad niya sa matandang kasambahay. Agad na tumango ang matanda saka ito muli nang bumalik sa loob ng bahay. Sinundan pa ni Yesha ng tingin ang matandang babae hanggang sa tuluyan itong makapasok sa loob. Muling pinag-patuloy ni Yesha ang pagbabasa ng librong hawak. It was a horror-romance novel titled 'Ang Babaeng Mahiwaga' written by her favorite author Itchay. Gustong-gusto niyang basahin ang mga akda nito lalong-lalo na ang mga fantasy novel. Malamig ang simoy ng sariwang hangin at nalililiman siya ng mga dahon n

To all my beloved readers, "Gusto ko lang humingi ng paumanhin kung minsan ay natatagalan ang pag-update ng bagong chapter sa aking book. Salamat sa inyong walang sawang suporta at pasensya. Habang naghihintay kayo sa mga susunod na updates, inaanyayahan ko kayong basahin ang isa ko pang novel na kompleto na. "Ceo's love redemption".

“Like the kind of love I can afford to give.” Her chest ached. Ang tindi. She wanted to protest. She wanted something more. But when she looked into his eyes—damaged and pleading—she saw a kind of truth she couldn't deny. She said yes. Back in reality, China stared at her reflection. The same old face. The same soft eyes. But everything had changed. She was no longer just the assistant. She was Mrs. Gabriel Buenavista. But he told her, "No one must know. Not yet."

The air, once filled with the sweet fragrance of budding flowers, now carried the weight of her solitude. On a particularly stormy night, when the heavens seemed to cry alongside her, Genevieve found herself clutching her tear-stained pillow, seeking solace in the gentle embrace of darkness. The pitter-patter of raindrops against her windowpane served as a somber lullaby, the only companion to her wailing heart.

"I've seen more how really passionate she is in writing. Kahit pa sinabihan na siya ng doktor na mas makabubuti kung magpapahinga na lang siya, pinilit niya pa rin ang sarili niya na tapusin ang librong iyon na nasimulan niya na. Sinabihan ko rin siya na tigilan na muna iyon at magpahinga na lang muna kahit hanggang sa bumalik lang ang lakas niya. Para kapag gumaling na siya ng tuluyan, matapos niya na rin ang libro na iyon at makakapagsulat pa ulit siya ng bago. But then she said that's now or never. She said that she must finish the book because most of her fans are into that, waiting for its official release. Hindi ko naman siya masisisi sa ginusto niyang gawin. Many years ago, she said t

Ngunit halata naman na isa siyang pulubi kaya di magtatagal mawawala din ang ganda niya. Tss. Dapat lang na ako ang maganda sa lahat. “Anong dahilan at nacurious ka?” Napabuntong-hininga siya. Ang nakikita kasi niya sa akin, isang makulit na babae na sinabi na nga niyang nagmamadali siya, pero patuloy parin akong nakikipag-usap sa kanya. “Ang pamagat ng bagong nobela ni Miss Yuki, ay parehong-pareho ng manuscript ko. Binili ko yan para alamin kung ang nawawala kong manuscript ay napapad sa kanyang kamay.”

aniya bago tuluyang tinapos ang tawag. Nagbuga siya ng hininga at muling tinitigan ang sarili sa salamin. Hindi na siya ang dating Sophie na patpatin, maitim at mukhang haragan. She's not the same invisible ordinary girl anymore. Not even the same girl who cried home because no one even tried to dance with her during their highschool promenade. Men now swoons around her. Kung tutuusin she had changed into a lovely swan. She's slim, honey-colored and enigmatic or so the magazines described her.

Clara nodded, her eyes alight with understanding. Across the room, Aiden was a statue in Isabel’s circle, listening to a conversation about corporate mergers and old money. He glanced over and saw Chloe. His heart stopped. She wasn't standing alone in a corner. She was glowing, her face animated, her hands gesturing as she talked with Clara. She was a different person, a vibrant, real woman in a sea of polite, empty faces. He saw her natural charm, her unique light, and a profound realization hit him. The ghost he had been chasing wasn't a memory; it was the hollow perfection Isabel represented. Chloe was his reality.