Enchanting Table

Elena had once believed that silence could mean safety. That a gentle hand and a warm cup of tea placed quietly on her desk every morning could be a form of love. Lucien was never cruel—not in the obvious ways. He remembered how she liked her eggs, noticed when she swapped her perfume, and sent flowers on days he knew she wouldn’t expect them. He raised her like one would raise a pet—softly, without question. And Elena, foolish in the way only the very lonely can be, mistook his quiet affection for devotion. She told herself he was reserved. Mysterious. That love didn’t always wear its heart on its sleeve. But when the old flame returned—the one who spoke his language without needing to try—Elena saw it. The difference. He looked at her like a man who had found his lost religion. And Elena? She had simply been convenient. No tears, no scene. Just papers on the breakfast table, beside the eggs he cooked perfectly. She didn’t accuse or beg. She only asked for freedom. He didn’t sign. He chuckled. A soft, dismissive sound. “A cat raised indoors doesn’t know how to survive on the street, Elena. You’ll come back." But she didn’t. She disappeared, like smoke—except she didn’t vanish, not really. She lived. She wore colour again. Laughed at bad jokes. Let strange men hand her coffee and ask for her number. Lucien? He watched. He watched her become someone without him. And it drove him mad. The night he cornered her outside the gallery, rain in his hair and desperation in his eyes, he looked like a man undone. "Elena," he breathed, "please. Look at me. Just once." She did. Calm as ever, and her love already gone.

“I’ll pay you as much as you want, layuan mo lang ang pamangkin ko," alok ni Ibrahim sa babaeng kinababaliwan ng pamangkin niyang si Khaleb. Halos hindi naman makagalaw si Loraine sa narinig. Hindi niya maintindihan kung paano mag-re-react sa sinabing iyon ng Uncle ni Khaleb. At napagkamalan pa yata siyang girlfriend nito. “Huh! Nakakatawa ha. Hindi magandang paratang.” Sa inis niya, nahawakan niya ang booklet na nasa ibabaw ng side table at saka ibinato rito. “Gago ka! Anong palagay mo sa akin sugar mommy? Ang kapal ng mukha mo!” “Hey! Stop! Stop! Stop!” Nagawa ni Ibrahim na umiwas, saka hinagilap ang bewang at braso nito. Hindi inaasahang nagdikit ang kanilang mukha. Her eyes met his, and it feels like searching him deeply in his bones. Aminado siyang nakuryente siya sa init ng hininga nito na amoy coffee latte. It makes his manhood alive, lalo na nang masalat niya ang mala-artistic na kurba ng bewang nito. Same as Loraine, kakaibang kilig ang hatid ng maaamo at mapupunagy nitong mga mata. Ang ilong nitong parang goddess ang hugis maging ang mga labing mapupula at magandang korte. Parang magnet na humuhila patungo sa kanyang mga labi. “Is this how you seduce my nephew. Because if it is, you’re doing a great job,” bulong ni Ibrahim. Hindi mawari ni Loraine kung papuri ba iyon o insulto. Mas pinili niya ang pangalawang statement ng kanyang isipan kaya buong lakas niya itong itinulak. Walong taon na ang lumipas nang muling magtagpo ang landas nina Ibrahim at Loraine. Wala silang kaalam-alam na minsan na nilang nakatagpo ang isat-isa sa isang malagim na pangyayari. No print, no clues, only fate will let them know who they really are and what would they be in the future.

BLURB: I couldn’t move. My feet were rooted to the spot, my breath trapped in my chest. The soft creak of the wooden table, the rhythmic thud of bodies colliding, and skin clapping against each other, the low, guttural growl that escaped Professor Kai’s lips— as he thrust hard in the man's butt hole, it all carved itself into my mind, raw and unrelenting. I was glued on the spot, I felt my chest tightened. I was pained. I was jealous. Since the first day Professor Kai came to the school I had fallen for him, I had wanted to have him for myself, and now I'm seeing him with someone else. It breaks me! Journey with a student who fell in love with it's Professor. But what if the professor has a dark past life?