I Fell Asleep

Si Mark San Andres. Seryosong tao, workaholic at tila hindi alam ang salitang pahinga. Isang magaling na Bodyguard si Mark, magaling sa lahat nang bagay pero walang oras sa pakikipag-relasyon Ngunit nang dahil sa isang text message, Nagbago ang lahat. pati ang kanyang puso. matatanggap ka

This is a story of Bridgette who grew up smart, a typical NBSB girl at the age of 21, and who started falling in love late. Many believes that she is weird, she is a little introvert, and only has few friends. She is so focused on her studies because she wants to be a lawyer someday. She believes that being a lawyer will eventually help her family financially, and will definitely make her parents proud. She is the darling of the crowd because of her skills, friendly personality, and smiling face, but when at home, she prefers to stay whole day inside her room, and have some time with herself. Bridgette or Jette for short has a secret that she keeps for a long period of time. Jette will fall in love at the peak of her career goals… to someone who is a boy next door, and a former classmate, his name is Alejandro or Drew for short. Drew will be her first heart break, leaving her with nothing but tears in her eyes. After so long, they will meet again… at an unexpected way… Will Jette's secret be revealed this time?

Elena kehilangan orang tuanya ketika masih kecil. Dia hidup bersama pamannya hingga ia berumur 19 tahun dan ingin hidup mandiri setelah itu.Pamannya mengizinkannya dengan syarat tinggal di rumah tua kedua orang tuanya dulu.Awalnya ia mengira jika hidupnya akan sangat membosankan jika berada di rumah tua itu. Tetapi ia keliru, karena dia bertemu dengan seorang pria tampan yang ia beri nama "Snow" lelaki dingin yang hangat. Yang mampu mengusir kesepiannya selama ini.

21+ 18+ This wasn't right, this experimental relationship probably wouldn't work. An attempted relationship was scary enough, let alone an attempted marriage, it was even scarier. Vanilla did not want to experience domestic failure, she wanted to be like her mother who got married only once in her life.

Bata pa lamang si Bianca ay pangarap na niyang maging isang madre, kaya naman kahit mayaman ang pamilya nila ay walang nagawa ang mga magulang niya nang magdesisyon siyang pumasok sa kumbento after niya makagraduate ng Business Administration sa college. Ngunit noong gabing iyon bago niya tuluyang tanggapin na nakatadhana na siyang maglingkod sa Diyos buong buhay niya ay niyaya siya ng mga kaibigan niya na icelebrate ang last minute ng kanyang pagiging single, dahil kinabukasan ay magpapakasal na siya kay Lord. Ngunit sa hindi inaasahang pangyayari ay nalasing siya at nakainom siya ng alak na may halong ecstasy. Dinala siya ng mga kaibigan sa isang kuwarto sa itaas ng bar para sana makapagpahinga, pero pinasok siya ng isang estranghero at may nangyari sa kanila. Kahit hindi na malinis ay ipinagpatuloy pa rin ni Sister Bianca ang pagpasok sa kumbento, at pilit kinalimutan ang nangyaring noong gabing iyon. Ngunit makalipas ang dalawang buwan ay nalaman niyang buntis siya. Nanganak siya ng lihim at dinala sa bahay-ampunan ang kanyang anak, pero nalaman niya na inampon ito ng biggest donor nila sa simbahan, ang milyonaryong si Mr. Vaughn Avery. Paano niya ngayon mababawi ang anak niya? Panahon na ba para lumabas siya ng kumbento? Ito na ba ang sign na matagal na niyang hinihingi sa Diyos?

"I loved that I fell for you but I hated that I was your second. That second which always comes after first!" Lilian Evans got married to Richard Tucker after his first wife died. She couldn't keep her heart in place despite his rude and ignorant behaviour. Things got a little overboard and now she was stuck at a point of no return. How would Lilian unfold her life in chaos with the responsibility of being a mother? "Touching others' belongings without consent! You know that is bad manner, right?" Lilian turned in the direction of the voice only to find her husband standing there in the ebony rich suit, his tie a little loose as he gazed right into her soul. "Oh... Yeah, sorry. I was just-" "Your room is at the end of this hallway, closer to Aid's," he said, taking off his coat and not minding to let his bride complete her sentence.

When Adriano Morelli realized I hadn’t submitted a single household request in three days, he called me himself for the first time in months. “Serafina,” he said, his voice smooth and patient, “the clinic has been cleared. Your file is back on priority. See? When you stop making things difficult and learn how this family works, I make sure you’re taken care of.” He always sounded the gentlest when he was reminding me who held the power. What he didn’t know was that by the time his name lit up my screen, the divorce papers were already drafted. From the outside, I had everything a woman could want: a guarded penthouse, a driver on call, designer clothes, and the last name of one of the most feared men in the city. But almost none of it was mine. The cards were monitored. Cash had to be approved. Staff took Viviana Costa’s orders before they ever listened to me. Even the wardrobe budget, my schedule, and access to the family office all ran through her hands. Adriano called it convenience. Three days ago, I was rushed into a private clinic, blood soaking through my dress, while a doctor told me there was still a chance to save the baby if the emergency deposit was paid immediately. I called Adriano until my hands shook. Viviana stalled the transfer. First there was no direct authorization. Then the amount was too large. Then Adriano was in a meeting and could not be disturbed over something that might not be serious. By the time the money came through, it was too late. The baby was gone. I had stayed with Adriano for two reasons: I loved him, and I believed that when it truly mattered, he would choose me. I was wrong about both. Our child died first. My marriage died with it.

The heart that I had waited two years for was given to the fake heiress, Diane Bishop, by my husband. The doctor said that I only had a week left to live. So, I decided to undergo cryonics. I donated my body to Diane’s workshop. The day I signed the donation papers, my son threw himself into my arms and exclaimed that I had finally made up with Diane. My parents praised me for finally being a good sister to help out Diane. My husband was pleased when he said that I had finally let go of the grudge and had become more understanding. I chuckled. They were right, I had finally learned my lesson. I would give Diane my identity as the heir of Bishop Corporation and fulfill everyone’s wishes.

During the eight years I spent by Alpha David’s side, I also raised the pup he had with my late sister. At his birthday banquet, I accidentally wore one of her old dresses. Eight-year-old Dorian grabbed a pot of freshly brewed coffee and poured it over me— right in front of the maids. The scalding liquid burned my skin, and when I looked up, I saw the same cold disgust in his eyes that I’d seen so many times in his father’s. “How dare you wear my mother’s dress?” he sneered. “You’ll never replace her. You killed her with that wicked heart of yours!” The coffee seared more than my flesh. It burned straight through my heart. I looked at the child I’d raised for eight long years. I didn’t feel angry. I didn’t even feel sad. Only a quiet kind of exhaustion. “Don’t worry,” I whispered. “I’ll leave tomorrow.”

"I'm sorry Avry, let me explain.." Buong pusong pakiusap ko sa kanya. Nasasaktan ako. Ang sakit sakit. Bakit masakit? All of it is just part of the game. Make her fall in love with me yet ako ata ang nahulog ng malala. "Save it, Ice. I don't need it. Don't worry we're even. Hindi naman kita minahal." Bumalik ang walang emosyon niyang mukha. Bakit ganun? Parang mas masakit pa to kumpara sa lahat ng naging break ups ko? Ayaw ng tumigil ng mga luha ko.