Chat History Horror

Ikakasal na ang pinakapopular na babae sa amin noong high school. Inimbitahan niya ang lahat sa aming klase para sa kaniyang kasal. Gusto kong kumilos na parang hindi ko nakita ang message na ipinadala niya sa akin pero walang tigil niya akong tinag sa group chat. “Nagkunwari kang mayaman gaya ko noong high school, pero hindi kita masisisi sa ginawa mo. Sa totoo lang, iniimbitahan kita sa kasal ko bukas para makita mo kung paano maging isang tunay na mayaman.” Agad na nagsalita ang iba naming mga kaklase. “Napakabait mo talaga, Haley. Kaya hindi na ako magtataka kung paano mo nagawang pakasalan ang isang miyembro ng pamilya Baumer. Hindi ako makapaniwala na mapapatawad mo ang isang materialistic na kagaya ni Emma!” “Ano ba ang deserve ng isang kagaya ni Emma Larkin para makaattend sa kasal ni Haley? Masyado siyang mayabang.” Habang tumitindi ang mga pangiinsulto, umabante si Haley Stockwell para mapanatili ang kapayapaan sa chat. “Sige na, kalimutan na natin ang mga hindi maganda nating nakaraan. Hindi na ako naaapektuhan sa mga ito dahil masyado nang matagal mula noong mangyari ang mga iyon. Anyway, huwag na tayong maghinanakit kay Emma dahil masyado na itong mahirap at pangit.” Walang tigil na umulan ang mga papuri sa kaniya ng lahat sa group chat habang tinatawag siya ng ilan sa amin na mabait at inosente. Napasinghal ako sa aking nakita. Si Haley ang babaeng nagkukunwaring mayaman sa amin—ako ang tunay na tagapagmana ng isang mayamang pamilya pero pinalabas pa rin niya na sinungaling ako. Ginawa niya akong target ng mga pangiinsulto ng lahat. Tiningnan ko ang digital wedding invitation para makitang gaganapin sa aking villa ang kaniyang kasal. Mukha ring pamilyar ang kaniyang groom—hindi ba’t ito ang driver ng aking asawa? Ngumiti ako nang maisip ko ang mangyayari. Sumagot ako sa chat ng, “Sige! Kailangan kong umattend ng kasal mo!”

He's carrying a name no one hasn't heard of. A name written in books. A name defined by history. And no one can reject him except the girl with a yellow ribbon in her hair. Will history repeats itself? Or a new story will be written?

Who knew the bad boy could be smart in school? It's Amanda's time to find out, when she's been assigned Vince Ryker as her new history tutor. Her life would never be the same again.

She was just there to witness a moment in art history, and he was there too for that very reason. She was going to leave, but he wasn't going to let her, not after their eyes had met and she was someone he's been looking for his entire life.

La chica que Iván Herrera mantenía volvió a buscarme para hacer una escena. —De verdad amo demasiado a Iván… ¿no podrías dejar que se quede conmigo? Él, sentado a un lado, no dijo nada. Solo me envió un mensaje: «Dile que sí, solo hazle creer que tiene una oportunidad.» Le seguí la corriente. Y, en silencio, empecé a empacar mis cosas para dejar la casa que compartíamos. Al salir, escuché las burlas de sus amigos. —Vaya, sí que es obediente la «esposa». Entonces si le pides que pierda al bebé, ¿también lo haría? Iván alzó las cejas, con calma. —¿Apostamos? —Yo digo que en una semana estará llorando frente al hospital… pero lo hará. Yo no dije nada. Solo abrí otro chat, leí el último mensaje: «¿Quieres casarte conmigo?» Y respondí: «Sí.»

I had been in a relationship with Zachary Dawson for seven years and engaged for three when, out of the blue, Ruby White, the daughter of his mentor, moved into our home. Sitting casually on the bed that Zachary and I shared, Ruby lounged with an air of nonchalance, her voice playful and teasing. "Zachary, the dental god, sure has a nice bed," she remarked with a smirk. "I can only imagine what it would be like to spend the night with him in this bed." I captured the scene on my phone and sent the video to our family group chat with a brief message: Looks like Zachary might have a new girlfriend Zachary rushed home, wrapping his arms protectively around a tearful Ruby. He pointed at me, his voice seething with anger. "My mentor's dying wish was for me to take care of Ruby! If you can't accept that, then move out!" Honestly, my brows furrowed deeper than the wrinkles on the bedsheets Ruby had sat on. Fine. I didn't need the bed, and I didn't need a fiancé anymore.

In the novel "I Am in Love to a Womanizer," 30-year-old emerging writer Liezel-Anne Narisma finds herself entangled in a complex web of past love and unforeseen connections. Liezel was given a break when a big entertainment company offered her to make her novel into a TV series. Liezel's professional journey collides with her personal history when her ex-boyfriend Benedict Sarmiento, part owner of the agency that caters to the production's props and set. Benedict, a dedicated man with a clandestine past, discovers that the show's TV series eerily mirrors his own life. As it slowly unfolds, old wounds resurface, and Liezel becomes an unexpected anchor for Benedict's ex, Kathy Jones, a married woman with whom he had a relationship and the reason for his and Liezel's falling out as lovers. Amidst the complexities, a surprising revelation forces Benedict and Liezel to confront their shared history, paving the way for an uncertain future.

Three weeks after Lily had a one night stand with a stranger, she discovers she's going to be a mother at the age of twenty-three. Her father, a business tycoon, hurries to marry her to a rich man's son to avoid scandalous rumors. However, on their wedding day, just when she is about to say 'I do', a man appears at the door of the church and stops the wedding. To Lily's horror, it's the man she had one night stand with, and turns out he's not an ordinary man but a filthy rich don, and she just found herself marrying him.

Joana Jones is an exemplary and very successful lawyer. To help a friend, she becomes responsible for the defense of a man who was unjustly arrested. All Joana does not think is that knowing this man will change the whole path of her history and that some fetishes deserve to be practiced, even the most promiscuous.

In the dead of night, a secret was born. A deal was made, a soul was sold, and a fate was sealed. Sixteen-year-old violet's life was forever altered as she became a pawn in a deadly game. Her grandmother's desperate gamble had unleashed a horror beyond her wildest imagination. The Mafia's cold, calculating eyes had claimed her, and their ruthless leader, Shawn, had made one thing clear: Violet was now his property. The clock was ticking. Two years. That's all the time her grandmother had to repay the debt. Two years, or violet would face the consequences. The darkness closed in, and Violet's screams were silenced by the shadows.