Good Morning Po

The fertility clinic called to inform me that my embryos were ready for transfer. I touched my abdomen, still numb from the anesthesia of that morning's egg retrieval. Even with cutting-edge medical technology, embryos couldn't be prepared this quickly. Before I could call back to clarify, my husband stopped me. "Mom's been pressing us hard. I pulled some strings to fast-track the process so you can get pregnant sooner. Imagine twins! My buddies will be green with envy." Silent, I drove straight to the clinic and dialed 911 on the way. "Hello? I'm reporting a fertility clinic involved in illegal surrogacy."

WARNING ‼️ SPG ALERT! May content violence and abusing and more k*lling! If you are 18 years old below don’t read this, please hindi po ito pambata. And if you are old enough, please be responsible.And don’t copy my story maging patas tayo! Plagiarism is a crime! - “ The secret of changes is to focus all your energy, not on fighting the old, but not building the new.” - Ava Olivia Lleva Mikhail Levesque. A.K.A Ciara Savannah Corpuz. ~ Due to the death of Ciara or Ava's parents, she was able to pretend or have two personalities. To find the real culprit in the death of her parents. - Hayah! I’m back again! Sana po magustuhan niyo po si Ciara o Ava.This is an another Mafia Collaboration story with Miss Linnea Dreame, pwede niyo po siya isearch sa Dreame!Salamat po at sana suportahan niyo po ako, Love y’all !!

pasensya na lang po sa ibang maling grammar at sa pagkakamali ng type at kantang-isip lamang po ang lahat ng nakalagay sa kwentong ito

I married Mason Fleming, who comes from a prestigious family with a long line of lawyers, at 19. For over 20 years, I devoted myself fully to our home by raising our child, keeping the household together, and supporting his career. Now I'm 40, and he cheats on me. Friends and relatives try to advise me. "Your husband is handsome and successful. He even lets you manage the money he earns. Compared to most men, he's considered one of the good ones." In other words, they want me to turn a blind eye and continue playing the role of a "good wife" to maintain appearances. But I can't keep up with the act anymore.

“Weakness compels strength. Betrayal begets blood..” - LILURA ÁSVALDR ODESSA Because of Lilura's mission to finish a notorious politician who sold minor children. The only way is to enter her Target's family. None other than the famous family of the Maxillians, she will work as an MAID of the Family to get her closer to her target. But it will be difficult to do the job because the young son of her boss, Rhysand Valdis Maxilliano, always accompanies her everywhere until she is placed as his contract wife only for the Politcs need. But how can she accomplish the mission if there are many obstacles in her way?Will she can succeed her plan? Or she will remain nothing? - WARNING !!Lahat po ng nilalaman ng kwento na ito ay pawang kathang isip lang, maaari ay huwag seryosohin. At pakiusap huwag po kayo tatangkilik ng nakaw na kwento. Kung sakali ito po ay makita niyo na na binibenta ng hindi naman ako ang writer. Ay pakiusap ipag bigay alam po sa akon na writer, huwag po tayo susuporta sa mga taong nanamantala ng gawa ng mga writer. Kinukuha ito at ibebenta. Ito po ay bawal!!Salamat!

I'm a dance major who's preparing for her exams. Everyone thinks I'm a good girl, but there's one thing they don't know about me—I've fantasized about being violated more than once…

Unang araw sa trabaho ni Jean at hindi niya inaasahan na ang nakaaway pala niya sa shop ng kaniyang kaibigan ay ang magiging boss pala niya. “Good morning Ms. Jean Salazar! Remember me?” Sarkastikong sabi nito. At ako naman ay halos manigas sa kinatatayuan ko! At parang gusto ko na lang bumuka ang lupa at lumubog dito! Di ako makapag salita dahil parang walang lumabas na boses sa lalamunan ko, pinagpapawisan ako kahit ang lamig naman sa loob! Napakurap naman ako at tumikhim bago nagsalita. “Huh? Ah ehem,  g-good m-morning sir! I'm Jean Salazar sir! Nice to meet y-you!” "You can sit down Ms. Salazar baka sabihin mo wala akong manners?” sir Sandrex. “Po? si-sige po sir, t-thank you!” utal-utal kong sagot. “So Ms. Salazar, alam kong nagulat ka sa nalaman mo! Right? Na ang gago palang nakabungguan mo kahapon ay ang magiging boss mo ngayon!” sir Sandrex “S-sir! I...” “Ssshhh, Ms. Salazar don't worry I don't mix personal matters in my business!” sir Sandrex. 'Lord! Please gawin mo na kong invisible ngayon!' Binubulong ko to sa sarili ko habang nakatingin ako sa supladong lalaki na to! Aba, Malay ko bang siya pala ang magiging boss ko! Tadhana nga naman oo! Hinawakan nito ang magkabilang armrest ng upuan at inilapit ang muka sa akin! Na halos na aamoy ko na ang mabango nitong hininga at ang pabango nito na alam kong mamahalin! Ang lapit ng muka niya na halos ilang dangkal na lang ay lalapat na ang matangos niyang ilong sa ilong ko! Lord! Please ibuka mo na talaga ang lupa! Now na! “Afraid of what I'm going to do Ms. Salazar? Look straight into my eyes! And tell me what you said yesterday!” Sir Sandrex with his husky voice.

Good afternoon tuloy po kay- natutup ni Yumi ang bibig ng makita ang apat na lalakeng pumasok sa flower shop nya. kahit ang apat na lalake ay gulat na gulat ang mga ito. Y-yumi? sambit ng lalake na iniwan nya 7 years ago. Ang liit ang mundo ano?di mo akalain na dito pala natin sya makita.saad ng kasama ng lalakeng pilit kung kinalimutan. A'ah bibili po ba kayo ng bulaklak?wait lang po tawagin ko lang ang assistant ko. parang gusto kunang mag palamon ng lupa at ngayon mismo. aaslis sana ako...Oo bibili kami sagot ng lalakeng masama ang tingin nito sa kanya at nakatiim bagang pa. Okay maupo muna kayo dyan para hintayin ang oorderin nyo. tatalikod na sana ako pero bigla itong nag salita. bakit mo ako iniwan? tanong nito na kulang nalang ay kainin ako nito ng buhay. ah sir hindi kupo ang alam ang sinasasabi mo cge po tawagin ko lan-mommy mommy sabay sabay ng dalawang bata na kakapasok lang. nanghihina ang tuhod ko bahang nakatingin sa dalawang bata sa harapan ko. mommy mommy pukaw nito sakin..tiningnan ko ang hitsura ng kaharap kung lalake.ay maskin sya ay nanlalake ang mga mata.habang nakatingin sa dalawang bata mom I'm hungry na po saad ng anak kung babae. me too mom i'm hungry too. A-ah okay cge mga anak pumasok muna kayo sa loob mag hahanda ako ng food nyo. okay mom sabay sabay nitong sagot. ma'am may order ba? sulpot ng assistant ko. para naman akung nakahinga ng dumating ito. ah Oo mae pasuyo naman sa order nilang bulaklak ha! tatalikod nako ng nag tanong ito.Anak mo sila? hindi nako lumingon pa dito. Oo lang sagot ko at umalis nako dahil parang matutumba nako sa lambot ng binti ko. wrong timing talaga!

My husband, Luca, had a childhood sweetheart named Sophia. Years ago, during a brutal gang shootout, Sophia shielded him from the worst of the bloodshed, and since then, she had suffered from severe PTSD. Because of that, Luca would push aside family business every year and fly to our estate on a secluded island off the coast of Sicily to spend three months “helping her recover.” “Victoria, she lost her mind because of me,” he told me. “I’m responsible for her. I hope you can be magnanimous.” So, I nodded. And eventually, I got used to the fact that every year, my husband would disappear for three months to fulfill what he called a moral obligation. That was until the day I flew in without warning to inspect the family’s money-laundering network on that island and saw him. In the town square, under the bright Mediterranean sun, Luca was standing there with a five-year-old boy by his side. “Papa, how long do we have to hide on this island?” the child asked. “I want to go to New York. I want to see the Empire State Building.” Luca laughed gently and scooped him up in his arms. With his other hand, he held Sophia’s. “Antonio, be good,” he said affectionately. “Papa’s position is… complicated. When you turn eighteen and pass the family’s initiation ceremony, I’ll kill that woman and her dead old man. Then, I’ll take you back to New York to inherit the entire Corleone family.” I stood in the shadows, unseen. Slowly, I lit a cigarette. The smoke curled around me as their voices drifted over, the conversation getting more vicious as it went. Sophia leaned into his chest, her tone sweet and coy. “Luca, I’ve been with you for seven years without a name or a title. How much longer are our son and I supposed to live like ghosts?” Luca sighed. “I don’t have a choice. The old man in the Corleone family is still alive. I married Victoria just to get her territory. Don’t worry. I’ve been adding something to her milk every day. She’ll never get pregnant in this lifetime. My family bloodline will only continue through you.” The last thread of reason in my mind snapped. In the six years of marriage we shared, I had been infertile. I’d taken countless hormone injections to stimulate ovulation. I’d knelt in church and prayed more times than I could count. Yet, all along, the devil poisoning me was my own husband. The initial shock faded quickly into rage. I crushed out my cigarette and pulled out my phone. Then, I dialed my uncle, the family’s clean-up man. “Uncle Rocco,” I said calmly, “Luca betrayed me. He betrayed the family. Order a coffin in the finest black walnut for me, and make it large, large enough to fit a family of three.”

Our entire class gets dragged into The Tyrant's Atonement game. The only way to escape alive is to reach a 100% atonement score. The system lets us choose our roles. The class belle, Isolde Adler, picks the tyrant's first love. Her atonement score shoots straight to 99% on the first day. The class president, Asher Brooks, chooses to be a loyal chancellor. His atonement score jumps to 80%. Spectators watching the game flood the screen with comments. "This new batch is smart and way better at picking roles than the last. They might just clear the game in three days." "Even if just one person hits 100%, the whole class goes free. I'm looking forward to seeing who finishes first." "My money's on the first love. She's already at 99%." Just as everyone starts celebrating, the next morning hits us with bad news. All 20 classmates who picked their roles are dead, and Isolde suffers the cruelest fate of all.