Dinner Tagalog Novels & Stories

The plan was simple: move in with my mom, play the dutiful daughter, and count down the days until I could escape back to my real life. I didn’t expect my first night out to end in the parking lot being fucked by a silver fox who looked at me like I was his favorite sin. I thought it was a one-night mistake. A filthy, beautiful secret I’d take to my grave. Until the next morning, when I met my mom’s new husband... and he was him. Now, every family breakfast is a slow-motion panic attack. Every glance across the dinner table is a reminder of his hands on my skin. I can’t tell my mom the truth, but the deeper I sink into the Schmidt estate, the darker the truth becomes. Because in this house, there are no rules. There is no "mine" or "yours." There is only ours. I thought I was falling for a man. I didn’t realize I was being claimed by a bloodline. It turns out I don’t have a husband... I have masters. And they aren't finished sharing.

Nicole was celebrating her 20th birthday at home with her parents and younger brother over a nice dinner when six gang members broke into their house, robbed them of all valuables and the gang leader even raped her and they ended up killing her parents as well. Nicole was completely shattered and the incident of that night gave birth to a monster, a brute, and a merciless vengeful lady... Six years later, Nicole has already traced and killed five of the guys that ruined her life but the ring leader was a hard nut to crack. Even though she has no inkling where the last guy is, she was not willing to give up because the leader himself was the one who raped and ruined her life... The incident that night, gave birth to her hate for birthdays, her heightened sexual urge and kinky preferences, a baby she didn't plan for but most importantly, she became a ruthless monster. But what will Nicole do when her son becomes very fond of his class teacher and he turns out to be the rapist gang leader she has been hunting down for years.

In a fake engagement with the mob boss, can Kate keep up the ruse? One evening, Kate's Uncle invited her to an engagement dinner for a famous mafia boss --- Lucas Romano but then Lucas pulled her onto the stage and revealed that his new fiancee is none other than Kate! Turns out that her uncle owed the boss a debt, and in order to repay it, he offered his niece up. Luckily, Lucas isn't actually interested in marriage, he just wants a contractual arrangement to secure his position and legacy. Things soon turn dangerous, and Kate realizes she's caught in the crosshairs of a dangerous war for power, caught between her childhood friend, Matteo who's a cop and had a strong distaste towards the Mafia and Lucas, the man who sets her skin ablaze. Forced to move in and play the intimate role of Lucas's fiancee, can they both keep up the ruse until they say, "I Do" would love blossom between them both? can they overcome the obstacles and dangers that threaten their lives? Or will they lose everything in a cruel twist of fate?

What Jaxson assumed was his son in his fiance's womb turned out to be his step brother's child. After being deceived by the two people he trusted, Jaxson drowned himself in alcohol out of devastation. Cattleya happened to be at the same club where he was, filling a job given to her by a friend. When their paths collide, Jaxson fabricates an unexpected ploy inside his mind. He offered Cattleya a job. It was to be his play date and pretend to be Jaxson's new girlfriend so that he could show his family and ex-fiance that he was unharmed and quickly moved on; for fear of being an embarrassment. Despite her hesitation, Cattleya was persuaded to accept Jaxson's offer due to the money and benefits offered. It will be extremely beneficial to her education as well as her brother's medical assistance. The two strangers attended the Madrigal family dinner as new lovers regardless of knowing nothing about each other. What they weren't expecting, was Jaxson's father's immediate order to marry Cattleya in exchange for an offer they could never reject.

As the flames engulfed my body in the underground warehouse, I used the last of my strength to call my brother, the new Don of the Moretti family. Just as I was about to draw my last breath, Lorenzo finally answered, his voice as cold as the Sicilian winter wind. "Isabella, what the hell are you up to now?" "Brother, save me…" My voice was barely a whisper, but he cut me off without a hint of mercy. "Can't you go one day without causing trouble?" "Liliana's debutante dinner is next week. If you don't show up, I'll drag you back here myself." He hung up without a second thought, completely oblivious to the desperation in my voice. Despair mingled with the searing agony that wracked my body as the flames danced higher, and I couldn't hold on any longer. As I closed my eyes, tears still trickled from their corners. You won't have to drag me back, my brother. I'm never coming back.

On Teacher's Day, my wife, Hera, was promoted to associate professor. Even for our marriage we simply registered without a proper ceremony, yet this time, she specifically prepared a feast at home to celebrate. During the dinner, she took out the flowers a male student had given her and was about to put them in a vase. Without warning, I knocked the flowers out of her hand, flipped over the vase, and, under the bewildered gazes of the whole family, calmly said, "Let's get a divorce." Hera was stunned at first, then angrily snapped, "Stanley Lawson, what's gotten into you? I’m just putting some flowers my student gave me in a vase. What's the big deal?" My mother-in-law, Sarah Swift, chimed in, "Hera just got promoted to associate professor, and it's Teacher's Day. What's wrong with a student giving her flowers? Are you seriously getting jealous over that?" I glanced at the scattered petals on the floor and slowly said, "Yes, it's because of these flowers that I want a divorce."

I spent ten years raising my stepson. Even though he never once called me 'Dad,' I never let him go without. Food, clothes, tuition, living expenses, I paid for everything. But on New Year's Eve, during the family reunion dinner, he suddenly spoke up in front of everyone. "Old man, I've got my eye on that apartment in the old district that's about to be demolished. Transfer it to me. I'll use it as my wedding house." I frowned. "That apartment is meant for your mother's retirement and your sister's education. Pick another development instead. I'll help cover the down payment." He slammed the table. "A down payment? That's nothing. "You want me to carry a mortgage at my age?" Then he looked me dead in the eye. "If you refuse to transfer the property, believe me, I'll make my mom divorce you." Instinctively, I turned to look at my wife beside me. But she only lowered her head in silence.

I was in a car accident on my way to my son, Nathan’s piano competition. Ignoring my injuries, I limped to the venue just in time for the awards ceremony. Nathan won the gold medal. With excitement shining in his eyes, he ran toward me. But as I smiled at him, he turned and placed the medal around the neck of my husband’s first love, Janine Beck. My husband of ten years, Christopher Frost, looked at me with irritation. “Look at what you’re wearing! You’re filthy, like a beggar,” he said cruelly. “Don’t come to Nathan’s celebration dinner tonight—he’s embarrassed by you!” I stayed silent and went alone to the hospital to have my injuries checked. Later, I returned to the villa, drenched in the rain, only to find the doors locked against me. I knocked on the door in the pouring rain for the entire night. At dawn, when the first light broke across the sky, I sent Christopher a message: [Let’s get a divorce. As you wish, I will no longer be an eyesore in your lives.]

For my birthday, my husband, Don Damien, gave me his dead wife’s pearls. I wore them to the dinner party. My enraged stepson, Leo, doused me in red wine. I became the laughingstock of the party. “You whore,” he hissed. “You think wearing my mother’s jewelry makes you her?” He stared at me, his eyes cold as ice. Then he screamed. "Get out of my house." But his mother died when he was a baby. I raised him. Someone had whispered poison in his ear. They told him I was the one who killed his mother. Now he thinks I'm a scheming bitch who tricked his father. And his father? My husband? He never saw me. He only saw Krista’s ghost. My heart didn't break. It shattered. They didn't love me. They didn't even care. So I walked. Then why, after I was finally gone, did they come crawling back, begging me to return?

At our Thanksgiving family dinner, my stepbrother brought his beautiful girlfriend to meet the family for the first time. She held up her wine glass and flashed me a malicious smirk. “I heard you had a first love you can’t forget, Summer.” I kept my head low and focused on my food, unsure how to respond. After all, my first love… was her boyfriend. When I was seventeen, my stepbrother Ethan Cole tricked me into crossing the line we should never have crossed, while our parents were blissfully unaware. Even right now, under the table, his foot was rubbing mine sensually. He did not bother holding back. On the table, he held his girlfriend’s hand tenderly as he mocked me with a smirk, “You’re twenty-seven, sis. Your shelf life is running out, and you’re such a plain Jane. Who would ever want you?” I stood up abruptly and looked at him, my tone calm and resolute. “I’m married, Ethan.”