Gaji Script Writer

One night of rebellion. One forbidden kiss. One viral scandal that could ruin it all. Savannah Madrigal is the nation’s "Diamond Sweetheart"—an A-list actress with a pristine image and a secret, rebellious streak. But when a night of heavy drinking leads to a torrid, reckless kiss with a stranger in a dark VIP bar, her "innocent angel" career is pushed to the edge of a cliff. The stranger? Sebastian de Cartier, the arrogant and cold Tech Tycoon, and the second richest billionaire in the Philippines. Known for his ruthless boardroom tactics and his private, lowkey one-night stands, Sebastian is forced into a corner when his father—the country’s number one billionaire—demands a cleanup of the family’s reputation. To save their empires, they are forced into a Flash Marriage. It was supposed to be a Contract Marriage—purely scripted, strictly professional, and completely fake. But behind closed doors, their Hate to Love tension is a ticking time bomb. As they navigate their Love after Marriage, the lines between their public script and private passion begin to blur. In a world of glitz, grit, and high-stakes power plays, can they survive the Steamy reality of their arrangement, or will the truth behind their Arranged Marriage be their ultimate downfall?

Llevaba ocho años casada con José García, durante los cuales él había llevado a noventa y nueve chicas a casa. Y, aquella tarde, la joven número cien estaba frente a mí. Me miró desafiante, antes de preguntar en dirección a él: —Señor García, ¿esta es tu esposa inútil? —Sí —respondió José con indiferencia, recostado en su sillón. Tras esto la joven se acercó a mí y me abofeteó desdén, mientras decía, riendo: —¡Esta noche escucharás lo que es una verdadera mujer! Y así fue. Pasé toda la noche en el salón, obligada a escuchar sus gemidos. A la mañana siguiente, como siempre, José me ordenó que preparara el desayuno. Pero esta vez, negué con la cabeza. Al parecer, él había olvidado que nuestro matrimonio era un simple acuerdo, un matrimonio por conveniencia… Al que solo quedaban tres días para llegar a su fin.

A ring? A thing that is so beautiful to wear... An accessory to your fingers - A jewelry, a simple jewelry. But I did not expect that this simple thing would give me a more complex life. A life I never dreamed of having but just happened to me in an instant. In the blink of an eye, everything changed -

When Nadia Marlowe attends the annual writers’ conference in California, all she has in mind is a break from the regular activities back home, an autograph from her favourite author, and the desire to connect with writers from around the world. That is, until the air conditioner in her hotel room starts spitting hot air, and a technician is sent in to fix it. Suddenly, the conference no longer matters. The goals she arrived with disappear into thin air, replaced by an undeniable awareness of the extremely handsome technician standing across from her. One thing leads to another, and a simple repair session turns into an intense encounter that leaves Nadia shaken to her core. Disgusted with herself for crossing a line she never thought she would—married, with children—Nadia leaves California after the conference determined to bury the experience and pretend it never happened. But fate has a sense of humour, and Nadia Marlowe becomes its favourite recipient. Her husband’s longtime friend arrives for a business discussion, and to her horror, that friend turns out to be Fabian, the same technician she had mouth watering sex with back in California. Lost for words, Nadia struggles to survive his stay in her home. But fate isn’t finished yet. Fabian’s visit stretches longer than planned. To make matters worse, he is trapped in an on-and-off relationship, and also has a daughter. He knows the damage he’s causing. He knows that after everything Nadia’s husband has done for him, betraying him this way is unforgivable. Yet the pull toward Nadia is something he cannot control. What began as a single reckless moment spirals into a dangerous affair, one filled with desire, guilt, and secrets, threatening to destroy marriages, friendships, and the perfect life Nadia has built.

Willa Roane dies the same night she catches her boyfriend in bed with her sister. Instead of waking in peace, she’s dragged onto a ghostly bus and informed—by a mocking intercom—that she’s entered the Survival Game: a twisted show where the dead are thrown into lethal, terrifying worlds for the cruel amusement of an unseen audience. The rule is simple: survive each round… or your soul is erased forever. Her only ally is Corvin Thorne, the devastatingly beautiful stranger who yanked her off the road and onto the bus. A hybrid vampire–werewolf with a past soaked in blood, Corvin is bound by a wicked secret contract to keep Willa alive… or forfeit his own soul to the game. As they descend deeper into the nightmare realms—from a monster-ruled Dracula Castle to ruined neon cities—Willa realizes she is the key. The deadly worlds are twisting around her darkest fears and fantasies, turning her own horror stories into elaborate traps. She isn’t just a player; she’s the author of the chaos. And the man sworn to protect her may be the only thing she can’t control. Now Willa must rely on the dangerous man she’s falling for, a man who swore he would never love again. The heat between them is undeniable, but as their bond deepens, it’s impossible to tell which is more dangerous: the monsters hunting them… or the love that could destroy them both. Love might be beautiful—but in this game, it’s never sweet. It’s a weapon, a weakness, and the one thing that might rewrite the rules of Hell itself: desire. ---

On our tenth wedding anniversary, I made a special trip to the salon to have my hair done. While settling the bill, I noticed an extra charge on my account. It was a coloring and perm package. Judging by the price, it was a package meant for waist-length hair. Mine had been cropped short for seven or eight years. I called my husband, Jason Moore. "Have you used my salon membership card recently?" There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before he laughed lightly, "Oh, I lent it to Quincy a few days ago." Quincy Hahn was his business partner, a fine arts student with long hair. She treasured her natural curls more than anything. She would never be willing to dye or perm it. More importantly, her elder sister was a major shareholder of this salon. Why would she ever need to use my card? I said nothing more and ended the call. Then, I headed straight to a location displayed on my phone. In the cafe, a long-haired lady was nestled in Jason's arms. Her freshly permed curls were soft and bouncy, framing her blushed face with certain demureness. Jason had always complained that my short hair made me look rough and manly. I lacked gentleness and charm. It seemed this long-haired lady suited his tastes perfectly.

The richest man in Hovendale, Stanley Hawk, had been in a vegetative state for three years. His wife, Wendy Crone, took care of him during that time. After he awakened, Wendy caught him cheating through a message on his phone. It turned out his first love had returned to the country. His friends, who once looked down on her, were now poking fun at her. “The swan has returned; it’s time to kick that ugly duckling to the curb.” It was then that Wendy realized Stanley never loved her. She was nothing but a joke to him. One night, Stanley received the divorce papers from Wendy. Her reason for wanting to get a divorce was due to his failing potency. Stanley went to confront her with a gloomy expression on his face, only to find that she had transformed into a gorgeous doctor in a long dress that glistened under the dazzling lights. Seeing him approach, Wendy smiled gracefully and asked, “Stanley, are you here for an andrology consultation?”

“Hold the fucking counter,” he growls. I grip the edge. He slams into me raw (one brutal thrust that punches the air from my lungs). “Fuck—Jake—” I choke. He sets a punishing rhythm, hips snapping so hard the cabinets rattle, cock splitting me open. “Quiet,” he snarls, spanking my ass hard enough to echo. “Your brother’s ten feet away.” Another vicious spank. Then another. My skin burns red. “Yes—Daddy—harder—” I sob, biting my lip bloody. He spanks me again and again, handprints blooming, fucking me so deep my toes curl. “You love this, don’t you?” he rasps. “Love getting wrecked while Tyler sleeps.” “Yes—fuck yes—don’t stop—” ** Naked Scripts is a compilation of thrilling, heart throbbing erotica short stories that would keep you at the edge in anticipation for more. It's loaded with forbidden romance, domineering men, naughty and sex female leads that leaves you aching for release. From forbidden trysts to irresistible strangers. Every one holds desires, buried deep in the hearts to be treated like a slave or be called daddy! And in this collection, all your nasty fantasies would be unraveled. It would be an escape to the 9th heavens while you beg and plead for more like a good girl.

I had been in a relationship with Zachary Dawson for seven years and engaged for three when, out of the blue, Ruby White, the daughter of his mentor, moved into our home. Sitting casually on the bed that Zachary and I shared, Ruby lounged with an air of nonchalance, her voice playful and teasing. "Zachary, the dental god, sure has a nice bed," she remarked with a smirk. "I can only imagine what it would be like to spend the night with him in this bed." I captured the scene on my phone and sent the video to our family group chat with a brief message: Looks like Zachary might have a new girlfriend Zachary rushed home, wrapping his arms protectively around a tearful Ruby. He pointed at me, his voice seething with anger. "My mentor's dying wish was for me to take care of Ruby! If you can't accept that, then move out!" Honestly, my brows furrowed deeper than the wrinkles on the bedsheets Ruby had sat on. Fine. I didn't need the bed, and I didn't need a fiancé anymore.

“Pakiusap, huwag mo akong iiwan, Calliope, hindi ko yata kayang mawala ka sa buhay ko. Bigyan mo pa ako ng pangalawang pagkakataon na baguhin ang lahat,” nagsusumamo na ani ni Kael sa asawa. ********** Paano kung isang kang martyr na asawa at bulag pagdating sa pagmamahal sa asawa, ngunit bigla itong nagbago, isang iglap lang? Paano kung bigla na lang nagbago ang lahat dahil sa anak mong nag-aagaw-buhay at ang tanging nais mo lang ay makasurvive ito sa operasyon na alam mong 50/50 ang tsansa. Sa ilang taong pagiging martyr na asawa ni Calliope, tila ngayon lang siya natauhan. Tila lahat ng masasakit na nakaraan ay nag-flashback sa utak niya habang nakatitig sa anak niyang si Elara na nakaratay sa hospital bed. At ang tanging nararamdaman niya lang ay ang galit sa puso niya para sa asawa niyang si Orion Kael Almazan, The Cold-hearted Zillionaire. At wala siyang ibang nais kundi ang maghiganti sa asawa niyang walang alam kundi ang mambabae.