Cuter Or More Cute

Sa batang edad ay napilitang magpakasal si Raven Santana sa nag-iisang tagapagmana ng Go Prime Holdings na si Caleb Go. Pero pagkatapos niyang ipanganak ang kamnbal nilang anak, hindi pa rin naging maganda ang kanilang pagsasama. Hindi siya tinratong asawa ng lalaki. Hanggang sa dumating sa punto na napuno na si Raven at nakipaghiwalay na sa asawa. Maraming nagtaka sa ginawa niya. Sabi nila ay para siyang nagtampo sa bigas, pinakawalan ang isang napakagandang pagkakataon. Pero paano kung ang wakas pala ng pagsasama nila ni Caleb ay ang magiging simula ng panibagong kuwento ng buhay ni Raven? At sa kuwentong iyon, siya naman ang bida.

นิยายเซตนี้มีทั้งหมด 2 เรื่อง คือ 1 Amore โซ่รักซ่อนสายใย (เรื่องของน้องชาย) เกริ่น “จำเอาไว้ ถ้าคุณมีลูกเมื่อไหร่ วันนั้นผมจะพรากลูกคุณไปให้ไกลแสนไกล คุณจะต้องเจ็บปวดทรมานเจียนตาย ให้สาสมกับที่เข้ามาหลอกลวงผม” เพราะคำประกาศิตนี้เธอถึงให้เขารู้เรื่องลูกไม่ได้ 2 Relazione เจ้าหัวใจสายใยรัก (เรื่องของพี่ชาย) เกริ่น “เหนื่อยทั้งกายเหนื่อยทั้งใจค่ะ แต่ม่อนไม่ยอมแพ้อะไรง่ายๆ อยู่แล้วค่ะ หัวใจของเค้าเป็นของม่อนมาตั้งแต่แรก แค่ตอนนี้กำลังล่องลอยไม่รู้จุดหมาย แต่ม่อนจะตามหัวใจของเค้ากลับมาอยู่ที่ม่อนเหมือนเดิมให้ได้ค่ะ”

Rinesa has high dreams for herself. She will do everything to get what she wants even if it means burying the memories and forget the man she loves. He is ready to use her beauty and talent to achieve fame. All men are fascinated with her, they are willing to give everything just to get her. Her new boyfriend is able to give her luxury and popularity. What would she do when she found out his boyfriend's brother is the only man she loved? Will all the pain come back? Will love comeback or it'll just be pure fuck?

Ibenta ni Cressia Montinola ang sarili sa halagang isang milyon sa isang hindi niya kilalang lalaki upang pambayad sa operasyon ng kanyang ama. Ngunit sa kasawiang-palad, hindi niya pa rin ito nailigtas sa kapahamakan. Nagbunga ang gabing iyon, at pinalaki niya ang bata nang mag-isa—walang karamay na ama. Sa muli nilang pagtatagpo, hindi siya nakilala ng lalaki. Nais niyang ilihim ang kanilang anak, ngunit mapagbiro ang tadhana. Ang squatter area kung saan siya naninirahan ay pagmamay-ari mismo ng lalaki. He is Damon Moretti, a Filipino-Italian billionaire, and a successful businessman.

It was no secret that Lucas, the Alpha of the Redline Pack, had spent ten years pursuing me. He did so patiently and devotedly, never wavering, as if loving me were the only purpose he had in this life. But on the eve of our wedding, one conversation between Lucas and his friend struck me. "You have secretly dated Shane for a while now, but you will Mark Charlotte as your Mate instead?" His friend had asked. "How can the two be the same? How could Shane, a substitute, compare to Charlotte? I might consider keeping her if she behaves herself and doesn't make a scene. Don't worry, Charlotte won't mind," I heard Luca say confidently. But Shane has no intention of behaving. On the day for eh Marking, she stormed the Ritual grounds and pushed me hard making me fall of the center stage unto the grass. Lucas was by her side quickly to protect her not me. Shane had lost all reason from the heart break and had a shard of glass to her her neck. "Choose me or Charlotte right now!" She screamed and I saw Lucas descend into a panic. Shane must have gotten injured in the chaos because I could hear Lucas shouting to clear the way and let him pass, saying he needed to rush Charlotte to a hospital. But I was hurt as well, yet he did not care. "If anything happens to her, you will all pay the price," he had declared. Those words shattered my heart and was the beginning of the end. I now know what to do—booking a ticket and left him forever.

" Kapag nasa kakahuyan ka na, tumakbo ka lang. Huwag kang hihinto at higit sa lahat huwag kang lilingon." Ang nagbabadyang luha ni Estella ay tuluyan ng kumawala na sa kanyang mga mata nang bitawan ni Lucas ang mga salitang iyon. Pakiramdam niya mapupunit ang kanyang puso habang naiisip niyang hindi na niya ito makikita pa kailanman. Ito na ang huli at wala siyang magagawa. Hinaplos niya ang maamo nitong mukha. Kitang-kita niya ang lungkot at pait sa abuhin nitong mga mata.  " Ngunit paano ka?Natatakot ako sa gagawin nila sayo kapag nalaman nilang tinulungan mo akong makatakas. Ayokong mawala ka sakin, Lucas. Ayakong-" Hindi niya natapos ang sasabihin ng siniil siya ng binata ng matamis na halik. Ninamnam niya ang nitong labi. Tahimik niyang naipanalangin na hindi na matapos ang halik na iyon kahit na alam niyang impossible. " Mahal kita," anito at dinala kanyang mga kamay sa matipunong dibdib nito. Ramdam niya sa kaniyang palad ang ritmo ng pagtibok ng puso ng binata. "Makakalimutan ka man ng aking isip pero patuloy na titibok ang puso ko para sayo." " A-anong ibig mong sabihin?." Natigilan ang dalawa ng may marinig silang mga yabag mula sa di kalayuan. Umaalingawngaw di ang kanilang mga boses.   " Malapit na sila. Tumakbo ka na at iwan mo na ako dito. " " P-pero..." pagsusumamo ni Estella sa binata. " Lilituhin ko sila upang mabigyan ka ng oras na makatakas dito. Diretsuhin mo lang ang kakahuyan at igigiya ka nito sa pangpang kung nasaan naghihintay ang isang bangka. Gamitin mo iyon upang makatawid sa kabilang isla." Niyakap niya ang binata ng mahigpit  bago tuluyang tumakbo papunta sa madilim na kakahuyan. Tanging ang liwanag ng buwan ang nagpapaninag sa kanyang dinaraanan. Hindi siya tumigil kahit na narinig niya ang napagsigaw ni Lucas sa di kalayuan. 

After transferring into an elite high school, I was bullied. However, it was not my classmates that bullied me; it was every object in the school. The private bathroom in my dorm only ran icy cold water when I showered, forcing me to trek to the public bathhouse in the dead of winter. When I begged the dorm supervisor, Mrs. Linda Mercer, to submit a repair request, she rolled her eyes and said, "The students who lived here last year never had this problem. Why is it suddenly broken when you move in?" My student ID card never worked in the library or the cafeteria. Every single time, it failed to scan, and I had to register manually. The multimedia equipment in the classroom froze whenever I touched it, dragging down the entire class schedule. I went to the teachers for help. They frowned and complained instead. "Everyone else can use it just fine. Why does it only malfunction when you do?" Even my deskmate rolled her eyes and mocked me. "You put on such a show every day. You are the only one who's so special. Are we supposed to stop studying just for you?" One strange incident after another completely isolated me at my new school. I cried and begged my parents to let me transfer again. They said, "The college entrance exam is right around the corner. Stop making trouble. Just endure it, and it will pass." I listened. I decided to grit my teeth and push through. Then, on the day of the college entrance exam, the security gate malfunctioned and started leaking electricity. Everyone else was fine. I was the only one who was electrocuted to death on the spot. Until the moment I died, I could not understand why the entire school seemed to be pushing me out. I was just a newly transferred student who had no grudges with anyone. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I arrived to register at the new school.

Ellie was never the first choice. On the day of her wedding, she was replaced by her stepsister, her name becoming the city's favorite scandal overnight. The humiliation didn't end here. To fix the disgrace, her father married her off to a dying man with a checkered past. However, the man waiting for Ellie in the white mansion wasn't weak or old. Zack was dangerous, infuriatingly handsome, and impossible to read. He called himself her stepson, but the way he looked at her? Felt nothing like family! As Ellie began to uncover truths about her ex's betrayal and her family's lies, she realized one thing. Her new life wasn't a punishment. This was a beginning of something far more dangerous...

Five years into my marriage to Dante Moretti, the Don of the Chicago Outfit, the entire underworld knew he loved me more than life itself. He’d had a violin—for me—tattooed right next to his family crest, a symbol of loyalty that could never be erased. Until I got the photo from his mistress. A cocktail waitress, sprawled naked in his arms, her skin marred by the dark bruises of rough sex. She had scrawled her name right next to the violin he’d gotten for me. And my husband had let her. "Dante says only being inside me makes him feel like a man anymore. You can’t even get him hard anymore, can you, sweet Alessia? Maybe it’s time to step aside." I didn't reply. I just made a single call. “I need a new identity. And a plane ticket out.”

On my fifth birthday, my parents showed up at my birthday party later than usual. They brought with them a skinny little girl who couldn't seem to speak at all. I rushed over, hoping to hug Mom, only to get knocked down by her. That was how I fell into the ten-foot cake that my parents had specifically picked out for me. Buttercream filled my nose and mouth, suffocating me to no end. When I managed to climb out of the mess, I burst out in tears and asked Dad to cuddle me. But Dad retracted his hands while looking conflicted. "Don't blame your mom, Willow. From now on, you must take good care of Maple, your little sister. As long as Maple is happy, your mom will be happy." Later on, the mean kids in the neighborhood shove Maple Thompson, my new little sister, into a pile of sand. I rush over to protect her immediately. Once we get home, I mimic my parents by drawing a bath so that I can clean Maple up. That's when Mom suddenly barge into the bathroom and slap me heavily across the face. "You've already enjoyed our love for the past five years! Why are you still greedy for more? I can't believe you're trying to drown Maple right now!" Mom's eyes have gone bloodshot. She drags me by the hair and stuffs me into the washing machine. "Only a washing machine is capable of cleanse that filth out of your soul! You can only scramble out of the washing machine and apologize to Maple once you've decided to quit bullying your sister!" In the living room, Dad lowers his voice. "Keep your voice down when you're chewing Willow out. Maple is about to fall asleep. Don't go around waking her up now." Mom doesn't want to look at me anymore. Instead, she slams the lid onto the washing machine forcefully. I can't get out of the machine. What she doesn't know is that the washing machine will activate. "The 212-degree-Fahrenheit wash cycle has been activated." Scalding hot water is soon dumped onto my body. It hurts so much that I gradually lose my consciousness. Will Mom love me again once I'm squeaky clean after the wash cycle?