Filipino Good Traits

| PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLER FILIPINO NOVEL | Selene, a 19-year-old Psychology student, was diagnosed with schizophrenia—a chronic brain disorder which causes delusions and hallucinations. She refused to accept this fact, believing she’s perfectly fine. It was too late when she figured out the truth: it was a misdiagnosis. It was not that disorder that led her to kill her schoolmates and her father.

BREAKING NEWS PHILIPPINES. "Maagang nagkatraffic sa kahabaan ng EDSA at sa ibang bahagi ng Metro Manila. Dahil ito sa pagrarally ng maraming mga Filipino. Isinisigaw nila na bumaba raw si pangulong Chavez sa kaniyang position sa palasyo ng Malacanang. Nang daraya raw kasi ito sa election kaya nanalo sa pagkapangulo. Sa ngayon ay hindi maawat ng mga awtoridad ang napakaraming mga Filipino na nagrarally sa harapan ng palasyo. Paulit-ulit na isinisigaw nila na bumabana raw si pangulong Chavez sa kaniyang pagkapresidente. Nakakamanghang isipin na nagkakaisa ngayon ang mga Filipino para pabagsakin ang administration Chavez. Maging ang mga OFW sa ibang bansa ay nauna nang nagrally ang mga ito kahapon. Isinisigaw rin nila na bumabana si pangulong Chavez sa kaniyang position. Ganoon na lamang ang pagkamuhi ng mga Filipino sa pandarayang ginawa ni President Chavez sa election. Sa ngayon patuloy ang pagprotesta ng mga Filipino laban sa administration Chavez. Ikinagulat ng lahat ang nangyayari sa kasalukuyan. Tinawag na rin ito na People Power Number three of the Philippines. Sigaw naman ng iba ay itigil na raw ang pagpuprotesta dahil marami nang nasasaktan. Pero sabi ng mga nagrarally. Hindi raw sila titigil hangga't hindi raw si President Chavez bumababa sa kaniyang position sa palasyo ng Malacanang." END OF BREAKING NEWS PHILIPPINES "A poor creature begging on her death. But sorry! Welcome to the hell!" Chavez really want to kill me merciless. Nakatutok lamang ang hawak niyang baril sa noo ko. Nag-uumigting ang panga niya sa galit. Patuloy ang pag-iyak ni Dave habang tinatawag niya ako. Wala akong magawa dahil mahigpit ang pagkakahawak ni Chavez sa buhok ko. Nasasaktan ako ng sobra. I know this is my death. "Patayin niyo na ako! Handa akong gawin ang lahat kapalit ng buhay ng anak ko! Pakawalan niyo lang siya! Nagmamakaawa ako!"

My best friend, Sienna Monroe, who always swears she'll never marry, goes with me to the fertility clinic and suddenly snatches away the donor profile I choose. That's when I know she has come back to life too. In my previous life, I wanted a mixed-race baby, so I chose the IVF route. Sienna mocked me, saying I'd just be raising someone else's child. But two weeks later, I was taken to the royal palace of Valoria. It turned out the donor I picked was none other than the Prince of Valoria, a man of eight national lineages. He not only insisted on marrying me as his princess but also promised that our child would inherit the throne. The baby and I were cherished by the entire royal family, so much so that the jewels they draped over me nearly bent my back. Meanwhile, Sienna flaunted her extreme feminist stance and offended business partners. In the end, she was fired and blacklisted across the industry. Sienna spent all her savings on a plane ticket to attend my party, where I would introduce my baby to everyone. But when I went to welcome her, she crushed my son to death in her hands and splashed concentrated acid on me. "You don't deserve such good fortune! You worthless witch!" But when I opened my eyes again, I had gone back to the day I asked her to go with me to the fertility clinic.

On the day I receive my Distinguished Service Medal, I also receive word that my grandma has passed away. My superior grants me special leave to return to my hometown to mourn her death, so I rush to my ancestral home at once. But when I reach the ancestral graveyard behind the hill, I witness something that makes my blood boil. The graves of my deceased family members have been razed to the ground. Even my parents' graves have been brutally dug up. Their urns are now placed under flower pots filled with blooming red roses. Grandma's coffin has been pried open as well.Her body now lies strewn on the ground and has started to rot. I also see Lucy Stewart, my autistic younger sister. Melissa Abbott, my wife's assistant, orders Lucy around like a maid, forcing her to move heavy construction materials around. Enraged, I grab Melissa by the throat and throw her to the ground. "How dare you destroy my family's ancestral cemetery and make my sister do hard labor! Do you want to end up buried here too?" Melissa coughs up blood before crawling back onto her feet, her expression vicious and scornful. "I'm simply carrying out Ms. Fuller's instructions. She says that your ancestral cemetery is located in a good spot. It's also the perfect size to be turned into a private horse ranch and a garden for her future husband. "Ms. Fuller calls the shots here in Joverton City. Who the hell do you think you are, huh?" Resisting the urge to put an end to her life, I call up Eva Fuller, my wife. "I heard you call the shots here in Joverton City. Well, I shall put that to the test today!"

My contract with the company is about to come to an end, and I'm already planning to renew it. But a few days before that, my boss, Dustin Kline, requested that I lower the percentage of my bonus in the project. The reason he gave is that I'm still young. Even if I were to take over other projects, I'd also do a good job. Dustin even made empty promises to me just so he could get me to give the projects I'm in charge of to Sandy Richmond, the new department manager in the company. When I refused to do so, he threatened to not give me my salary in order to get me to comply. The next day, the company is reduced to a laughing stock at the product launch event. Our client thinks the company's technological skills are too weak to back up the big talk, so they refuse to pay the remainder of the contracted sum. When Dustin begs me for help, I just look at him in amusement. "I refuse to get manipulated by anyone in this workplace. You're more than capable of dealing with your own problems. I believe in you, Mr. Kline."

Skyleigh Rocraeshia Mondemor is a badass woman. She doesn't like to party but always ends up being drunk. She even finds herself wrapped up in a blanket with some chains all over her. Because of her unique character traits, she caught the attention of her neighbor and his friends. The seven moron's.

My husband promises to go to my hometown with me for the New Year holidays this year after I go to his. But before the trip to my hometown is due, he suddenly tells me he doesn't want to go anymore. I argue with him about this, and he pummels me with a bat. Meanwhile, his family eggs him on, telling him to kill me. Intense pain shoots through me as the blows land. I try my best to fight back, but I can't win against the majority. As the sky darkens, everyone heads home for dinner after giving me a good beating. When I regain consciousness in a corner of the garden, I see sense.

I was reborn on the day of my first birthday party. Even though I had the power of good luck, I ignored my parents' requests. In my previous life, I used my luck to help my parents become the richest family. My eldest brother became a business tycoon. My second brother became a famous doctor. My third brother became a superstar in the music world. Only my family's adopted daughter, Jade Baker, was unaffected by my luck because we weren't related by blood. She failed her college entrance exams at eighteen, was kidnapped at twenty, and died in an accident at twenty-five. Before she died, she wept and said, "It's not Mindy's fault. I've always been an outsider. She has no obligation to help me." Everyone thought I was jealous and let Jade suffer on purpose. They locked me up and ran all sorts of experiments on me, hoping to use my luck to bring Jade back to life. In the end, they tortured me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at my first birthday party. My dad smiled and asked me, "Sweetheart, do you think I should sign this million-dollar deal?" I blinked. And smeared a handful of mud on his face.

I had just given birth when the country sent me on a secret mission that kept me undercover for seven years. When it finally ended, I came home on leave. I was eager to see my husband and children, whom I had missed every single day. However, the moment my car stopped at the gate, I saw my two children—my most precious treasures—being shoved down the steps by a woman. They tumbled hard, and they were covered in bruises. The next second, three snarling wolfhounds were released from the house, and they pounced on the children with bared teeth. Fury surged through me, and I charged forward. I got the dogs away with a few swift kicks and punches. Amid the animals’ pitiful howls, my ten-year-old son instinctively shielded his sister. His young face was pale with fear. Meanwhile, my eight-year-old daughter snapped out of her daze and trembled as she urged me to leave. “Miss, run! You hurt her dogs, and if Dad finds out, he won’t let you get away with it!” I forced down my anger and gently said, “She set the dogs on you first. Even if your dad were here, he’d protect you just like I did.” I did not expect this to make their eyes instantly fill with tears. Alarmed, I was about to ask what was wrong when a woman’s arrogant voice rang out. “You vagrant! I have a close relationship with Martin Gray, and I’m also the lady of the Gray family! “You and these two brats who dirtied my house aren’t leaving in one piece today!” I froze for a second before I took a deep breath and called my husband. “Martin, who’s this woman proclaiming to be the lady of the Gray family? Where did she come from? You’d better have a good explanation for this. And tell me, when did the house I left for John and Katy get a new owner?”

It was only in the eighth year of our marriage that I discovered my husband had a mistress in the neighborhood. Her place had the same layout as mine, except her furnishings were more luxurious. He was a good husband for her, meticulously caring for his young and beautiful wife. They were even expecting a baby. She sent me a message, eager to get rid of and replace me. She had forgotten I was the one who had been through hard times with him, Clyde Sherwood, and fought alongside him for more than a decade. Her pregnancy was what they both wanted, but there was no way I would allow things to work out the way they anticipated. Taking advantage of his conflicted feelings, I made sure he didn't have any more assets. Everything came with a price. Not only would I make him fall from grace, but I would also make him rot in ruins.