Good Morning Mahal Ko Message

"Yes! I want to be your girlfriend, Kairus Dhan Alvarez. Sinasagot na kita," sigaw ng kaibigan ko. Ouch! Nanigas ako sa kinatayuan ko ng pagpasok ko pa lang sa university kung saan ako nag-aaral, ng marinig ko ang sigaw ng isang pamilyar na boses, o should I say, ng aking best friend. Ang ganda naman ng bungad. Hindi ako makagalaw sa kinatayuan ko. Para akong natulala. Para akong binagsakan ng langit at lupa. "WOAH, CONGRATS NEW COUPLE." Nanlalabo ang paningin ko habang pinagmamasdan ang kaibigan ko at ang lalaking mahal ko. Kitang kita ko kung gaano kasaya si Kairus nang sagutin siya ni Amara. Nagyayakapan silang dalawa, at worst, they kissed each other in front of me. Mas lalong lumakas ang sigawan ng mga tao habang ako naman ay parang nabingi. Hindi ko alam kung anong nararamdaman ko. Basta alam ko lang, unti-unti nang nawawasak ang puso ko. Yumuko ako. Ramdam na ramdam ko ang physical na sakit sa puso ko. "I LOVE YOU, AMARA... SO MUCH!" D@MN! Tuluyan nang nawasak ang puso ko nang marinig ko ang katagang iyon mula sa bibig ng mahal ko na para sa kaibigan ko. Kinagat ko ang aking ibabang labi upang pigilan ang luha na gustong kumawala sa aking mga mata. Dapat handa na ako sa ganito, alam kong darating ang araw na ito, pero p*tangina, bakit parang sobrang sakit? Bakit parang hindi ko kaya? "BESH...!" Kaagad kong pinunasan ang isang butil na luha na tuluyan itong kumawala sa mata ko. Huminga ako ng malalim at saka inangat ang paningin sa kaibigan kong patakbong palapit sa akin na may malaking ngiti. Ngumiti din ako, pero pilit lang. Sinubukan kong maging masaya para hindi siya makahalata. "KAMI NA... I ALREADY SAID YES TO HIM," masaya niyang sabi bago ako niyakap.

"Buong akala ko sa pelikula at libro lang nangyayari ang sapilitan kang ipakasal sa taong hindi mo mahal, malala pa ay hindi mo kilala... pero ngayon, hindi ko lubos matanggap dahil ikakasal na ako... hindi sa taong mahal ko kundi sa isang lalaking napakalayo sa pinapangarap kong maging asawa. Isang taong may pusong bato! Pero mas masakit pa rin para sa akin ang ibayad ako ng aking ama!" -ZOE > > > > Zoe Reyes' life turned upside down the moment she found out that her known father, whom she used to love used her as collateral for his debt. She has to marry the man she never once met, a cold-hearted man, and just like her, he was enmeshed to marry her. She doesn't love the man for she already had someone in her heart but she was forced accept the marriage for the sake of his father's sanctuary. Whether they like it or not, they had to face the altar together, and in the end, they made a VOW OF HATE!

At the staff meeting, I was singled out and criticized by the supervisor. The supervisor said that someone had reported issues with my work attitude and demanded an immediate explanation. My face was displayed on the big screen at the meeting, subjected to public scrutiny. Just as I was feeling overwhelmed, the face of our boss appeared in my camera frame."Tell me what’s the problem.”

Viviene's peaceful morning walk was ruined when a speeding black car splashes muddy water all over her. I glared at the back of the car while cursing it on my mind. Hindi man lang huminto ang sasakyan! Nagpatuloy lang ito. I quickly memorized it's plate number. Naiinis kong pinunasan ang t-shirt na nadumihan dahil sa nangyari. My peaceful morning was ruined because of that car! Just wait! I'll ruin you! Inis akong umuwi ng bahay. I walked slowly when I saw the car from earlier. It was parked in front of our house! I smirked. Makakabawi na rin ako sa wakas. Nilibot ko ang tingin ko sa paligid hanggang sa may nahagip akong putik sa may gilid. "Kung sinuswerte ka nga naman" saad ko sa aking sarili habang naglalakad patungo sa putik. I winced in disgust while scooping the mud. Agad kong pinunas sa sasakyan ang mga kinuha kong putik. I made sure na malalagyan ko ang harap. Pansin ko ang pagtingin ng mga taong napapadaan pero pinabayaan ko lang sila. I walked inside our house, only to find my brother's friend—Devin Raleigh Carter, the owner of the car that splashed mud all over my shirt.

In my previous life, everything I do to care for myself somehow ends up benefiting my new housekeeper instead. I apply expensive skincare, yet dark spots and fine lines spread across my face, whereas the 45-year-old housekeeper's face becomes silkier. I jog every morning, yet my body only grows heavier and bulkier, while hers becomes slender and toned. When my husband notices the stretch marks on my abdomen, his face twists with disgust, and he never touches me again. "I genuinely can't bring myself to touch you. How can you look worse than Mirabelle when you take such good care of yourself?" My housekeeper looks at me with a sinister smile. A chill crawls up my spine, and the strange feeling makes me fire her on the spot. Yet, as soon as she leaves, I start aging at lightning speed, entering menopause 20 years early and developing diabetes and high blood pressure. I see every doctor I can, but after hanging on for a week, I die from a stroke. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day she first reports to work. This time, I push away the royal jelly she sets in front of me with a pleasant smile. "I've been avoiding certain foods lately. You can have it instead."

I'm Odelia, a woman 'maldita' to fall in love with a waiter macho dancer in a bar. Masakit man na iwanan niya ako noon. nalaman ko pang, hindi lang ako ang babae sa buhay niya. I will regret too late, Hindi ako makakapayag na ang lalaking iniwan ako. Mapa-sa inyo, Akin lang siya, hindi siya sa iba. Mahirap ba akong mahalin? At, lahat ng taong minamahal ko iniiwan lang ako. Who am I? Is it hard to love me, my loved ones leave me? — Iniwan mo ako. Iniwan kita. Mahal mo ako, minahal mo na siya, mahal ka niya, mahal kita. Hindi ako nakabalik, hindi mo na ako nahintay. I'm yours. You are hers. You're mine! You choose, Me or Her? She or Am I? — Copyright 2017 © Xyrielle All Rights Reserved No Copy Stories No Plagiarism Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Three years into our marriage, Chris Davis doted on me deeply. But I accidentally discovered that he had been cheating on me for two years. In front of that woman, everything he said showed his disdain towards me. "Who would marry a cripple?" "She's like a dead fish in bed." "She's just a deaf person who makes me want to throw up now." Later, I took the initiative to file for divorce. But he went crazy. Kneeling in front of me, every word was filled with regret...

In the second year of my marriage to Jeffery Sadler, he brought a young woman home. When his eyes met mine, Jeffery smiled carelessly and said, "Naomi, perhaps you should try it too." He added, "After all, young and energetic people are truly different." I knew he was only testing me; he had always enjoyed tormenting and toying with me. But what he didn't know was that this time, I was genuinely tempted. Later, as he stared at the fresh scratch marks on the "young person's" waist and abdomen, his eyes blazed red with anger. "Naomi Sloan," he growled, “Who gave you the audacity to actually take this seriously?”

When I died with a smile on my face, right before my brother's eyes, he looked as if the anguish might tear him apart. Yet, for twenty-one years, he hadn't stopped wishing I would meet this exact end. It all traced back to my fifth birthday—the day I had innocently hoped our parents would come home from their business trip to celebrate with me. They rushed back that night but never made it. A car accident took both their lives. From that moment on, my brother resented me, despised me. He didn't just stand idly by as our cousin snatched up my work as her own; he encouraged it. And when my landlord threw me out, it wasn't a random cruelty—it was my brother pulling the strings. All he had ever wanted, from the very beginning, was to see me die a miserable death. But when he finally got his wish… why did he cry, pleading for me to come back, begging me to call him 'brother' one last time?

The emergency center I worked in went haywire as the typhoon closed in on our town. That night, my husband’s first love made seven emergency calls in a row to me. However, she did not say anything when I picked up. By the eighth call, I thought it was a prank caller, so I gave them a piece of my mind. Then, I heard my husband’s angry voice. “Melinda! This is the eighth time Sadie's called you for help! Haven’t you made her suffer enough?!” After that fiasco, he decided to avenge Sadie by taping my mouth, tying my wrists and legs up, and throwing me into our basement for three whole days, despite it being flooded with seawater, I begged for mercy, but it was to no avail. “You knew Sadie couldn’t talk because she hurt her throat, yet you still hung up on her! I'm going to make sure you feel the same hopelessness she felt!" Those three days left me with a collection of severe infections. I ended up having to remove my kidney. Even after all that, that man still had the gall to kneel by my bed and beg me to give him another chance.