Christmas Spoken Poetry Tagalog

“Who would have thought?” I scorned angering Carlos fast. “A mighty wolf like you getting a scum like me for a mate,” Carlos' eyes flashed gold. His Alpha wolf didn't like the challenge. “Is this the part where you reject me, or should I make things easier and do It instead?” I knew rejection was the only fate awaiting me, and I wasn't going to let him think that I am bothered by it. I should be used to the heartaches by now, I thought grimly. “Cam…” he groaned, pinching his nose. “And he knows my name.” I spat venomously. No one in the pack has ever accorded me or my sister the decency of referring to us with our names. We are either termed as half breeds, scums, slaves, or occasionally orphans. Carlos was tongue-tied for a second. He sighed a million times, looking at me helplessly. I didn't like the pity I saw in his eyes. “Go ahead, mighty Alpha, let's get it done with.” I provoked and apparently, it's all he needed. “I, Carlos Stanford, reject you, Cameron Walker, as my mate.” A softly spoken statement, which carried a lot of weight. Though I was only seventeen and couldn't feel the bond yet, I did feel my wolf retreating at the back of my head, howling in pain. Putting on a brave face, I muttered. “Good riddance!” I stepped past him to leave but stopped by the door when I realized I hadn't done what was expected of me. “I Cameron Walker, accept your rejection.” I smiled through the pain, giving a mock bow, and stormed out of the room like my ass was on fire.

The Jock: Paris Holmes, also known as Hermes. The most popular boy in all of Wystwood High who everyone hates to love. Pros: is an exceptional basketball player, but one of the top ranking students with excellent grades and a pretty face to top it. His Con? He's a narcissist with homophobic tendencies and seems to think everyone is beneath him. The Nerd: Alex Parker, also known as A. She once was the most popular girl in school when she was a freshman but suddenly stayed away from them, focusing only on her studies and herself. Pros: She knows everything about everyone. Is the go-to girl when you need some help with your assignments. She could also pretend to be your girlfriend if you ask and pay well. Cons: Most of the people who claim to have spoken to her once, seem terrified of talking about her again. The Geek: Marcos Gomez, also known as Eros. The most beautiful femboy in Wystwood and every boy and girls dream, even though he doesn't think he's as pretty as they seem to think. Pros: He's soft as a teddy bear, smells like cookies and is the most obedient puppy you'd ever meet. Is good with computers and you can help find out anything you need. Is the perfect person when you want a makeover. Cons: Too good. ~ One day, Paris Holmes walked in on a session between Marcos and Alex and found himself hooked to the girl, even though she already has a boyfriend. But is affection really genuine? Would Alex, who is proceeding with caution fall for him? Or would Marcos fight for what belongs to him? The three most important figures in Wystwood now playing a game with each other. What could possibly go wrong?

Anna is not your ordinary werewolf. At just eight years old, she was stolen from her pack and thrown into a world built on pain. Years passed in silence and captivity, her voice lost to the horrors she survived. Chains dug into her skin, and cruelty became her reality. She hasn’t spoken in nine years, not because she forgot how, but because no one ever made her feel safe enough to try. Then everything changes. One violent, chaotic night gives her the chance to run. She escapes, breathless and broken, thinking freedom is finally within reach. But before she can disappear into the unknown, fate places another obstacle in her path. A group of wolves. Strangers. Dangerous. And standing at the center is a man unlike any she’s ever seen. Festar. The Alpha. Powerful, ruthless, magnetic. And for some reason, he’s looking at her like she belongs to him. He claims her as his mate, and just like that, her freedom feels like it’s slipping through her fingers all over again. But there’s something different about this prison. Festar doesn’t hurt her. He doesn’t threaten her. He watches her, protects her, and speaks to her like she matters. Anna wants to run, but her body won’t move. She wants to fight the pull, but it only grows stronger. She doesn’t trust him, not yet, but when he touches her, she forgets how to breathe. And when he looks into her eyes, she feels something she’s never known. Safe. She may not speak, but her silence says everything. This Alpha has claimed her. And whether she’s ready or not, Anna’s story is just beginning.

On Christmas Eve, my uncle, Adam Stewart, took a sip of the expensive wine I bought and pointed at me, laughing. "A child’s nature really shows early. When she was little, she wet the bed. Now that she's all grown up, she's working as a content creator in her parents' store. "She can't compare to my daughter, Erin Stewart, who has a secure job with guaranteed income. Because you're running a small business, your family will starve if you were to come across the smallest hurdle!" All the relatives at the dining table laughed. Erin pretended to play with her phone, but she was grinning. My parents just smiled politely, at a loss for what to do. I looked icily at Uncle Adam. There were still six hours before the ice apocalypse arrived and the global zombie crisis broke out. In my previous life, Uncle Adam, who always looked down on us, pushed my entire family into the zombie horde to seize my parents' supermarket. This time, I would not let him get away with it. I had just grabbed the plate, ready to smash it over Uncle Adam's head, when a crisp notification rang in my mind. "Ding! Rage Points System has been bound. The host can obtain resources by retaliating. The more shameless you are, the stronger you become!" Looking at Uncle Adam's smug face, I laughed. "Yeah, I don't know anything, but I just recalled something. Uncle Adam, you were arrested by the anti-prostitution squad when you went to Los Anglos on a business trip eight years ago, weren't you? Does Aunt Leanne know about this?"

Ayla hasn’t spoken since the night her world burned. She was five when she lost everything—her family, her pack, and whatever part of her knew how to be heard. Taken in by a rival Alpha, she grows up in a place that keeps her alive… but never lets her belong. Most of the pack ignores her. The Alpha’s sons don’t. The triplets made sure she understood exactly what she was worth—nothing. Years of silence taught her how to endure them, how to disappear, react. It was easier that way. Until her eighteenth birthday. Her wolf awakens. And with it, the mate bond. Not one. Not two. All of them. The same three wolves who made her life unbearable. Now everything is different. They look at her like she matters. Like she’s something they need to protect, to keep, to make up for. Ayla doesn’t know what to do with that. She doesn’t want their guilt. She doesn’t trust whatever this bond is trying to turn into. And she definitely doesn’t want them close enough to break her all over again. But something else is shifting—something deeper than the bond. There’s a power inside her that shouldn’t exist. Something that was there long before her wolf ever awakened. And she’s not the only one who’s starting to notice. Whatever is coming for her… it isn’t afraid of Alphas. And if Ayla wants any chance of surviving it, she’ll have to face the one thing she’s avoided for thirteen years. She’ll have to use her voice. Even if it means accepting the very people she swore she’d never trust. Because if she doesn’t—this time, she won’t be the only one who loses everything.

His hands were everywhere, and I let them be. “You know this is wrong,” he murmured against my throat. “I know.” I tilted my head back anyway. He pulled back, eyes dark. “Tell me to stop, Zella.” I looked at the silver in his hair, the jaw that could cut glass, my best friend’s father, twenty years too old and a thousand reasons too dangerous. “Don’t stop,” I whispered. Seven days before my Christmas wedding, I caught my fiancé with my cousin. By morning I had lost everything, my relationship, my job, my future. I walked into the London rain with nothing left. A stranger stopped his car. Offered an umbrella. Gave me a drink instead of the mistake I begged for. Then disappeared before dawn. I never expected to find him again in a darkened hotel room on New Year’s Eve… or to give him the one thing I’d never given anyone. The next morning, when my best friend introduced me to her father, Evander Ashford looked me in the eye and said, “Nice to meet you,” as if he hadn’t already ruined me the night before. He is forbidden. He is twice my age. He is the one man I was never supposed to want. But he is the first person who ever made me feel worth keeping, and the only place this broken heart has ever felt safe. Where Sin Feels Like Home — because sometimes the wrongest man is the only home you’ve ever known.

Warning: This book contains violence, explicit content, taboo affairs, forbidden relationships, and BDSM. It is intended for adults, 18 and above. “This is…wrong, you are my twin sister's mates.” I stammered breathlessly, teeth sinking into my bottom lip as my body convulsed with the arrival of my fifth orgasm. ***** Betrayed by my mate and enduring a heartwrenching rejection, my world crumbled the day I was sold off to a vegetable Alpha to become a breeder. But things took a swift dark turn as the vegetable turned out to be not one, not two, but three savage, sinful, dominant forces. The rules were simple; No strings attached. Avoid eye contact. Speak only when spoken to. Produce the next heir. Disobedience meant swift death. Once all these were in place, hopefully, my freedom or death would be granted. Sticking to the rules was easy, until the rhapsody of an unforgettable night in the red room. A deadly mistake that blurred the line between loyalty and family. They were forbidden fruits, my twin sister's mates. But I couldn't get enough of their massive cocks plunging into me from unholy directions. Their hungry tongues claiming my filthy mouth, their wandering hands ravaging my body, bending me in ungodly positions. Deliciously sinful. Once a naive virgin, now, a perfect good girl for their ruin. Like a magnet, their sinful voices pulled me to them dangerously, conquering my morals. When their voices go, “Spread your thighs for us, little dove.” I responded with total submission to my master's. What was supposed to be a one-time mistake turned into a deadly secret obsession. But secrets don't stay buried forever...especially the ones laced with a curse…and my Masters were hiding more than just their dark pasts. One deadly truth was capable of tearing us apart.

My husband, Chandler Goodwin, claims that he doesn't understand what the phrases "silent treatment" or "giving the cold shoulder" mean. Yet, in the three years we have been married, he has never once spoken to me sweetly. The first time we have a falling out, I remain proud and dignified. We end up ignoring each other for seven days straight. The seventh time we have a cold standoff, I start to panic a little. However, despite trying all sorts of methods, he doesn't back down. The 11th time it happens, I have already learned to work through my emotions myself. Chandler doesn't even need to say anything before I take the initiative to apologize first. I simply think that he's just a naturally indifferent person, that nobody can warm his stone-cold heart. Then, on the third year of our marriage, I accidentally ruin his dress shirt while ironing it. Chandler doesn't say a word, but that very night, he packs his things and moves into a hotel. On the third day of being blocked, I head to his company with a handwritten apology. While passing by his office, I spot him leaning over to shoot his angry assistant a doting smile. "I'm sorry for raising my voice at you just now and upsetting you. It's been 57 minutes since you started ignoring me. Please stop giving me the cold shoulder, alright?" I freeze on the spot, the apology letter in my hand practically burning my fingers. As it turns out, it's not that he doesn't know what the silent treatment means—it's just that I've never been the person he wants to coax.

Reyna's life has been far from sunshine and roses. As the Alpha's daughter, at the age of 21, should have received her wolf by now. She was the only member of her pack without a wolf and had to endure constant bullying and heartache, which was made worse by her intended mate's rejection in favor of her step-sister. This life made her determined to leave, and so she hatched a daring plan to escape during the highly anticipated Hallowed Bond Ball, which was a night of celebration that marked one year after the end of the War of the Three Alpha Kings. She had no idea that destiny was about to throw her a curveball. Just as she was attempting to escape under the cover of darkness, a surprising twist of events suddenly takes place. The word 'mate' reverberates through the castle walls, spoken in not one, but three distinct voices. To her astonishment, Reyna finds herself bound to three mates. A wolfless mate to all three powerful Alpha Kings fresh from being at war with one another. With the fragile truce between the three Alphas threatened, Reyna's life is in danger from powerful families who would do anything to keep the peace after decades of war. Reyna stands at the center of a prophetic revelation, holding the key to something far greater than she could have ever imagined. But as soon as she learns why she was chosen, evil slowly starts closing in. *** “You're intoxicating, darling… I think we may have found something we're all addicted to..." My face reddens as I look at them, and for the first time in ages, I feel like I belong. The way they're looking at me with reverence and the desire I know is meant only for me… I feel like a Queen.

When I head over to my daughter, Hannah Westfield's place for dinner during Christmas Eve, I specifically wear a wool coat for the occasion. Unexpectedly, when Hannah sees me, she pushes me out of the front door instantly. "Mom, why must you buy the same coat as my mother-in-law did? Don't you know that she hates it when others imitate her? Hurry up and take off the coat before she sees you!" Meanwhile, my son-in-law, Thomas Clifford, digs out an old coat and puts it on me. "Mom, there are many relatives visiting our house today. Please spare my mom her pride and don't steal her thunder, okay?" Seeing how sincere Thomas looks, I decide to yield. But as soon as I take my seat, Giselle Johnson chortles in amusement as she stares at the old coat I'm wearing. "Oh Fiona, if you like my clothes, you could've just said so, and I'd give it to you. It's bad if you just steal my old coat from me and wear it, you know? Besides, don't you know that those who imitate always do a bad job at it?" Furious, I'm about to up and leave when Giselle grabs the coat and blocks my way. "I placed two money envelopes in the coat pockets a few days ago. There are 20 thousand dollars in there. Why are they gone after you've worn it? "I don't mind you wearing my coat behind my back, but you must return the money to me right now!"