Gaya Bridal Style

I was on a business trip out of town when I got a text from my neighbor. [Can you and your husband keep it down? Also, one of your undies fell onto my balcony.] Shocked, I opened the photo she had sent. The underwear wasn't even my style, but it matched the one I'd seen in my husband's online shopping cart. He'd told me it was a gift for me, but I remember noticing the size—it was one size larger than mine. When confronted with the neighbor's message, my husband swore that the house must've been broken into and claimed the intruder left the item behind. But something about his story didn't sit right, so I decided to dig further. That was when I stumbled upon his social media. His latest post was just three words. [I bought this.] It was paired with a photo of a lingerie gift set. Beneath it, there was a comment. [I'm wearing it.] Attached was a picture of a woman's legs—and the unmistakable background of my living room. The evidence was undeniable. I packed up the underwear and brought it straight to the police. "My husband says our house was broken into. This was left behind by the intruder, and it might have DNA on it."

Before our wedding, my fiancée, Sarah Hargrave—a professor of medieval history—held a private ceremony in a secluded chapel in the countryside. But not with me. Under the glow of candlelight, she cradled Benjamin Wheeler—her first love, his face gaunt from the cancer consuming him—in her arms. Her smile was soft, almost reverent, as she murmured, "In the eyes of God, vows made before the altar are the only ones that matter. Even if the law says I belong to Daniel, my soul was never his." And so, to the faint echo of hymns and the scent of old incense, they drank from the same silver cup, exchanged rings, and stepped together into the dimly lit sacristy—their makeshift bridal chamber. I watched. Silent. Motionless. No outbursts, no demands for explanation. Just the quiet dialing of a clinic to undo the vasectomy I'd gotten for our future. From fifteen to thirty, I had loved Sarah for fifteen long years. But in all that time, there'd never been room for me. That space had always belonged to Benjamin, my stepbrother. So I let her go. Afterward, I joined a geological research team bound for the isolation of Antarctica—a land cut off from the world, quiet and clean. Before I left, I handed Sarah a divorce agreement…and a final gift to mark the end. I never anticipated that Sarah, who'd always met my devotion with frosty detachment, who'd never once glanced back as I walked away, would look ten years older overnight.

After I came back to life, the first thing I did was hand that five-carat diamond ring—yes, the one my husband gave me—to his mother. The very woman who spent years picking me apart like it was her favorite pastime. In my last life, that ring was a custom New Year's gift. He paid a ridiculous amount for it. I actually thought it meant something. One afternoon, I was out shopping when I walked right into a bridal party taking pictures. The bride glanced at my hand, saw the ring, and her entire expression changed. She stormed over and slapped me, accusing me of being a shameless mistress trying to steal her man. I stood there, completely stunned. She was wearing the exact same ring. Before I could explain, her friends grabbed me. They dragged me aside, tore my clothes, hit me, and stomped on my hand until I couldn't move my fingers. They carved the word "mistress" into my face and paraded me through the street like some kind of public disgrace. I died there on the pavement. When my husband finally appeared, he didn't fight for me. He just signed off on a settlement, as if my life were nothing more than a piece of paperwork. Widowed that morning, married to the bride by nightfall. His mother instantly welcomed the new woman, all because she was pregnant. And then I opened my eyes again… back on the very day he first placed that diamond ring in my hand.

Three days before my blood oath ceremony, someone planted a silver crucifix in the bridal shop and set it ablaze while I was inside trying on my ceremonial gown. My fiancé — Vampire Lord Damien — had the arsonist thrown into the silver prison, sentencing them to the harshest punishment our laws allowed. I lay in the healing chamber, my body covered in severe burns, refusing to wake fully as the reality of my disfigurement sank in. In my semi-conscious state, I heard Damien speaking with the coven's apothecary. "My Lord, we can still heal her completely with the ancient blood rites. If we wait any longer, Serena will bear these scars for life! You just want Miss Vivienne to be your Consort at the blood oath ceremony. This is cruel beyond measure!" "Let her keep the scars. I'll provide for her for the rest of her life, but if she's healed, she'll definitely cause trouble at the ceremony." "I promised Vivienne that her child would be welcomed into the coven with full honors. Only when Serena is completely disfigured will she be grateful enough to raise Vivienne's child as her own. The scars are necessary - at least this way, she won't dare mistreat the boy." In the corner of the room, where no one was watching, a tear slid down my burned cheek. So this was the truth. The blood oath ceremony I'd dreamed of was nothing but a lie. The blood bond I longed for would be my death sentence. If that's how it had to be, I would give him what he wanted.

Warning: R-18. Not suitable for young readers. Read at your own risk. ________ Kapit sa patalim. Iyan ang ginagawa ng isang mahirap na katulad ko sa oras ng kagipitan. Mahirap. Nakakababa ng digninad. Wala na ngang pinag-aralan pinasok pa ang isang bagay na hindi makatarungan. Ngunit sa ngalan ng pamilya, pagmamahal,at sakripisyo,lahat kaya kong isugal maisalba lang ang buhay ng nanay ko. Pera kapalit ang dangal. Dangal na nawala para makasalba ng isang buhay. Ito ang mahirap para sa gaya kong isang mahirap ngunit wala kang pagpipilian kundi pasokin ito dahil ito lang ang naisip mong madaling paraan. "So, ano ang dahilan mo bakit sumama ka sa akin?" Mapang-akit niyang tanong sa mapusok naming halikan. "Pera," pa-ungol na sagot ko sa sensasyon na nadarama. Dangal laban sa isang buhay na kailangan iligtas. Puri para sa perang inaasam. A one night mistake that changed my life forever that I can't escape.

Jika saja aku tak takut berdosa, rasanya lebih baik menganggap tak punya mertua dan ipar sekalian." Batinku marah memendam kesal dan sakit hati. Kanaya adalah seorang istri dari lelaki bernama Bagaskara, lelaki tampan, baik dan setia. Namun sayang, dia seolah terasing di antara keluarganya. Karena Sang Ibunda yang melahirkannya, selalu membuatnya merasa tak nyaman dan memilih kasih dirinya dengan saudaranya yang lain. Kanaya prihatin dengan pernikahannya sendiri, karena tak jarang, Ibu mertua dan ipar-iparnya, mengganggu ketentraman rumah tangganya. Mulai dari masalah materi, gaya hidup dan segala masalah kecil lainnya yang menurutnya tak begitu penting. Lisan mereka tak ayalnya bagai duri yang menusuk, begitu tajam dan menyakitkan. Mereka hanya peduli pada Kanaya dan Bagaskara hanya saat mereka perlu saja. Ketika Kanaya berada di titik nadir, seringkali ia berpikir untuk berpisah dengan Bagaskara. Akankah Kanaya sanggup bertahan bersama suami yang tak dianggap oleh keluarganya? Sanggupkah Kanaya menerima perlakuan buruk Ibu mertua dan ipar-iparnya?

Love was never part of Alexandra Reign Sy’s five-year plan. Ang goal lang niya: magtagumpay, umasenso, at huwag maging tanga gaya ng mga babae sa romantic movies. Pero nang pumanaw si Lola, iniwan nito hindi lang yaman—kundi isang terms and conditions na kayang guluhin ang buong buhay niya. “To inherit, Alexandra must be legally married within six months.” And just like that, napilitan siyang maghanap ng lalaking papayag sa fake marriage setup na walang halong feelings, drama, o commitment. Simple lang ‘di ba? Well, not until she said the words... “Then maybe we should get married.” —kay Callisto Maxim, ang tahimik, intimidating CEO na parang embodiment ng Excel sheet at control issues. Pareho silang walang time sa love. Parehong practical. Parehong may dahilan. Pero habang tumatagal ang kasunduan, napapansin ni Alex na hindi lahat ng bagay pwedeng i-manage or i-schedule—lalo na kung heart na ang nagka-crash sa system. In a city where everyone is hustling, can two people built on logic survive the chaos of something they swore to avoid? Or will their perfect plan turn into the biggest disaster of their lives?

Amber Lim terkenal akan gaya hidup yang mewah dan kecantikan yang memukau. Namun sayang, perempuan itu juga dikenal sebagai perusak hubungan orang alias pelakor internasional. Menyesali sikap buruknya, ia pun bertekad untuk memulai hidup baru. Tanpa memedulikan musim dingin ekstrem yang sedang berlangsung, Amber pergi ke utara untuk berguru dengan Adam Smith, desainer perhiasan terbaik dunia yang misterius. Malangnya, di tengah perjalanan, Amber dirampok dan ditinggalkan di sebuah hutan. Hanya ada sebuah pondok kecil yang dapat menyelamatkannya dari beku, dan hanya ada satu orang yang dapat membantunya bertahan hidup—Tuan Dingin. Tidak ada yang tahu nama asli Tuan Dingin. Ia sengaja hidup menyendiri dan sangat tidak suka diganggu. Penduduk desa terdekat bahkan memanggilnya kanibal karena minimnya rasa kemanusiaan dalam diri pria itu. Padahal sesungguhnya, Tuan Dingin hanyalah seorang duda yang sangat membenci wanita, apalagi pelakor. Lantas, apa yang akan terjadi selanjutnya? Mampukah Amber menaklukkan Tuan Dingin dan pulang dengan selamat? Atau justru ... berakhir menjadi santapan lezat sang duda?

My brother and I have always been close, so close that sometimes I dress up like him so that we can hang out in all boys places and we can play twins. At first, it had been a problem especially because I had gone on a date with his girlfriend on his behalf because he was sick. He had been so pissed off but he got over it and over the time, it became fun for him too. It was all fun and games until my brother got sick and my parents had to send me to this town to leave with my grandmother while they travel the world looking for the best hospital for him. I don't know his illness, they never told me but I guess it's something serious. I miss my brother's presence so much that when I got to this new town, no one knows that I'm a girl, except my grandmother but I also hid my style of dressing from her. At home, I'm the perfect granddaughter but at school, I'm the drop dead gorgeous badboy that every girl wants to date. It was so cool, so cool and I was enjoying the attention until one day it all changed. The day I met him. Xavier Grey, the new transfer student and Teresa's -my girlfriend- cousin.

Zyrille Trixie Louis, isang estudyanteng normal lamang ang buhay, mahal ang paglingkuran ang kanyang magulang at bayan bilang isang trainee sa pagiging isang mahusay na detective. Walang kaalam-alam sa pwedeng mangyari at landas na kayang tatahakin. Siya rin ay ang klase ng tao na walang panahon sa pag-ibig at pagkilala ng ibang tao. Dominic Kiro De Jesus, isang anak ng mayaman at kinatatakutang mafia. Walang ibang ginawa sa kanyang buhay kundi ang maglingkod sa kanyang buong organisasyon at siguraduhing na-aayon at walang problema sa nga transaksyong kanyang tinatrabaho. Wala rin siyang kinatatakutan, maging ang kamatayan. Ang landas nila'y magkakatagpo, parehong walang malay na sila'y unti-unting mahuhulog sa isa't-isa, walang malay sa mundong kanilang tatahakin, ay hindi pala gaya ng inaasahan nila. Paano kaya kung ang pag-ibig kaya na kanilang bubuuin para sa kanilang kagustuhan, ay ang mismong landas na siyang magdadala sa kanila sa kanilang kamatayan? LOVE UNTIL DEATH, LOVE SOMEONE UNTIL THEIR LAST BREATH.