Erm Hi Mga Nobela at Kwento

Plaque!!! A slap landed on my cheek, I don't know how many times I have experienced something like this, I really can't stand it anymore, my God, please help me to get out of this house, Mr. Raka always insults me, not infrequently he even throws a punch at me just out of jealousyany woman would never want to live long with an arrogant man like him. It all started with an incoming message on my cellphone and the one who sent it was my ex-boyfriend when I was in high school, we separated because I had to move house to Kalimantan Island and we had to have a long-distance relationship at first everything went smoothly but a few months passedIt's the harsh reality that I got, it seems that my lover is having an affair with my own best friend on this island of Kalimantan and since then my feelings for him have disappeared until I met mas raka who is currently my husband. My harmonious household has now disappeared since he sent me a message. Ting! My cellphone notification sound is a sign that there is an incoming message, but I wonder who sent me a message using a new number? Because of my curiosity, I opened it and what a surprise when I opened it, it turned out to be a message from my former Yogi. [Hi, how are you? it's me yogi] There was not the slightest intention that crossed my mind to reply to the message, but when I was about to delete the message, suddenly my brother took my cellphone, "Yogi? Is this your former yogi?" he asked. I just kept quiet and didn't answer because if I answered, there would definitely be a feud between me and Mas Raka. "Answer Lia" he snapped.

"I'm sorry." She said clearing her throat unnecessarily in embarrassment. Oh Gosh, he was even more handsome up close and personal. Gosh, and he was bigger, could her day get any more better? He smiled and she melted, inside. On the outside, she has a blank face. Wow, his smile was breathtaking "I'm Luke" He said extending his hand out to her "Lena." She said, slipping her hand into his. Perfect fit, his hand was both soft and hard at the same time, somewhere in between. "Can I get you a drink?" "I already-" Vero kicked her thigh again and she closed her eyes for a second. "I already have a drink. But yes, I would love you to get me a drink" He smiled at her again, for some reason, admired her unmoved faze. He'd seen how her friend kicked her. "Two shots of devil spring" He said to the bartender and drew a seat for himself "By the way. This is my friend, Veronica." "Hi" He nodded "Hi." "I'm Luke" "Yeah, I know" She said with a smile, said something to Lena and left. Lena did not seem to happy about it he could tell. "So, uh... What brings you here tonight? Thank you" He referred to the bartender as he set their drinks on the table. "Uh... I guess I just wanted to get out." "No". She raised a finger up, bringing her beer to her mouth. "Don't try to ask questions. I know what you want. Okay" He smiled "And quit smiling. I've seen enough of your dentals already. Okay let's get drunk first so I'll have some courage. Lets do this"

Living with my aunt and her family was meant to be a temporary, quiet arrangement just helping out and keeping to myself. On the first day of the new year, while everyone else was out celebrating, I stayed home, enjoying the rare silence and catching up on sleep. But when we ran out of water, I reluctantly stepped outside to fetch some, and that’s when I saw him. He stood by the gate of the house next door, effortlessly commanding attention with just a glance. A smirk played on his lips, and a flicker of amusement danced in his eyes behind his blue-ray glasses. At that moment, he was impossible to ignore. Meanwhile, I felt disheveled and barely awake, my hair was a mess and still shaking off sleep. But he didn’t seem to mind. There was something about him an air of mystery that made me wonder who he was and why he was there. Before I could look away, he spoke, “Hi.” Caught off guard, I managed a quick, “Hi,” while trying to pull myself together. “Can I know your name?” he asked. I hesitated but replied, “I’m Clara,” and kept walking. “Can I have your number?” he called after me. “Just as friends.” I almost refused but reluctantly agreed, entering my number into his phone. “There,” I said, handing it back. “I’ll call you,” he promised with a smile, as I turned to leave. What began as a chance encounter soon became an inexplicable connection. He had secrets, but there was something about him that saw through me, understanding things no one else did. The man I met next door wasn’t just a fleeting stranger,he became the reason I started questioning everything I thought I wanted.

I hadn't seen my mafia husband, Luca Moretti, and our daughter Dora in three whole months. Why? Because his mother, Fiona, said Dora should stay with her "for a while." And Luca? He was "too busy with business," as always. So when Luca finally called and said he was going to pick me up for a family reunion at the villa, I was overjoyed. I thought maybe, just maybe, I'd finally get to hold my little girl again. I spent the whole damn day running around the city, buying her favorite dolls, snacks, a new pink dress, anything I thought would make her smile at me again. But when the car arrived, it wasn't what I imagined. Before I could even say Hi, Dora turned her head, took one look at me… and then wrapped her arms even tighter around Maria, the maid. She buried her face in Maria's neck like I wasn't even there. Like Maria was her mom. I tried to approach her, but Dora straight-up told me she didn't want to ride in the same car as me. And Maria, wearing that fake, polite smile, kept trying to gently talk me into giving Dora "a little more time." I looked over at Luca, hoping he'd step in. Instead, he just looked annoyed, like he couldn't be bothered to lift a finger to help fix things between me and our daughter. Clearly, they didn't want me there. So what was the point of trying to join the ride? I stepped back from the SUV. Then Luca just turned to me and said, "Just wait here. I won't be long." What he'll never understand is… I'm done waiting for him.

Hi there. Have you ever heard of the San Francisco Boys? No? That’s surprising. They’re kind of hard to miss — masks, billions of followers on YouTube, death-defying stunts that make your heart stop mid-beat. Reckless. Untouchable. Addictive to watch. Yeah … those guys. BUT … these stories ain’t really about them. Not exactly. They’re about the girls who get pulled into their chaos … and survive. About what happens when one of those boys stops being a legend… and becomes your worst mistake. How do I know? Because I’m one of those girls. Melaena Angélica Blackburn. A girl who fell for a San Francisco boy. Damion Grimm. All-time playboy. Professional pain in my ass. Double world champion. Thrill chaser with a death wish and a god complex. He lives by the rules — HIS rules. Ride hard. Screw fast. Feel nothing. That’s how he keeps his demons on a leash. He doesn’t do blondes. He doesn’t do promises. And he sure as hell doesn’t do me — his best friend’s little sister. He shattered me first. And I’ve hated him ever since … or maybe I just needed a reason to. Because hate starts to feel a lot like something else when it burns hot enough. But … the Blackburn name is cursed. My psycho grandfather? Yeah. Even death didn’t shut him up. Old enemies crawl back. Secrets crack open. Monsters rise. And I've learned real fast that evil doesn’t always look like a monster. Sometimes it wears a familiar face. Control slips. Lines blur. Fate? She’s a cruel bitch. But I’m not the girl who breaks. I’m the one who burns. And I’m going to break every damn rule to get what I want.

Forbidd​en Contract Broke and handsome 26 year o‌ld w​r‍iter Ethan Col​e signs a⁠way his body and sou⁠l in a brut‍al live-in assi‌sta​n‍t contra​ct wit⁠h Adrian Vale. A 38 year old CEO who is extremely attractive and has a dangerous kind of charm that pulls people in. No emotions, no desire, total obedience. ⁠One to‌uch a⁠nd the contract is dest‍royed. From the seco​nd Ethan steps i‌nto Adrian’s l⁠uxurious penthouse, the air thickens wi​th​ forbidden hunger​,  Adrian’s sta‌res devour him‌, his l​ow, command​ing voice mak​es Et‍h⁠an’s dick throb aga⁠inst his will. Every late‍ night, every‍ brush of breath on⁠ skin, every sharp order pus‌hes Ethan closer to breakin​g. Until A⁠drian catches him desperatel‍y jerking off and watches in si⁠l⁠ence​. Control shatters,​ what begins a‍s cold power explode‍s into‌ savage obs‍essi‌on:⁠ punishing sp‌ankings, agonising teasing and denial, b​ruisin‌g, ra⁠w f⁠ucks t‍hat lea‌ve Et​han wrecked‍ and leaking​, and possessive aftercare that feels l​ike owner‍sh​ip. Adri‍an bre​aks every rule he⁠ wrote,‍ c⁠l​aimin​g‍ Ethan w‍i​th vicious need while hating how d‌ee​ply he crav⁠es hi⁠m. The more he t‌r‌ies to d‌es‍troy the obsession, the mo‍re viol‌ently they⁠ fall hate, l‍u‌st, pain, and devastating lo⁠ve colliding until neither can s⁠urvive withou‌t th‌e other. ‍A‍ cont​ra⁠ct meant to contro⁠l them has​ bound them in‍ the most filthy, and ruinous way po⁠s‍sibl⁠e. Dar⁠k. Filthy.‌ Ad​dictive. Ex‌treme power exchang​e, relentles​s domin​ance, obses‌sive possession, and r​aw M​M erot⁠ic romance that doe​sn’t hold ba​ck.