I Miss Her

The day Calista Everhart gets divorced, her divorce papers end up splashed online, becoming hot news in seconds. The reason for divorce was highlighted in red: "Husband impotent, leading to an inability to fulfill wife's essential needs." That very night, her husband, Lucian Northwood, apprehends her in the stairwell. He voice was low as he told her, "Let me prove that I'm not at all impotent …"

Sa araw na nakipag divorce si Calista Everhart, ang divorce papers niya ay kumalas sa internet, at naging headline agad ito. Ang rason ng divorce ay nakahighlight ng pula. “Baog ang asawa, kaya hindi mabigay ang pangangailangan ng asawa.” Sa gabing yun, ang asawa niya, si Lucian Northwood, ay hinuli siya sa stairwell. Ang boses nito ay mababa habang sinabi sa kanya, “Papatunayan ko sayo na hindi ako baog…”

"Let's get you pregnant." Mister Dawson whispered during a one, hot sunny afternoon inside his office in the university. Dionne Fay Laurier, a college student who dreams about having a fairy-tale-like love story; yet she didn't expect that the first relationship she had will never become her own love story. Being a quite egoistic woman she is, Dionne Fay will never let her ex-boyfriend see her in despair. What she did shocked her friends and family out, making her the talk of the family and relatives for announcing that she is pregnant with the child of the popular yet cold literature Professor, Mister Damian Shane Dawson. What could be the next chapter of their story? Will their relationship work out? Or she'll just remain as the carrier of his child? Find out more!

Andy benar-benar murka, tapi dia tak bisa melakukan apa pun pada laki-laki bertubuh kekar yang sedang berusaha menggoda Sharon. Status pernikahan mereka tak mungkin dibuka di depan publik, bukankah yang orang lain tahu, mereka adalah dosen dan murid? "Jangan sentuh gadis itu!" seru Andy pada laki-laki yang masih bersikeras menggoda Sharon. "Kenapa?" tanya laki-laki itu dengan nada mengejek. "Kalau kau berani menyentuh isteriku, kupastikan kau akan pulang hanya membawa nama!"

BOOK 1: Kidnapping Miss Kidnapper BOOK 2: Miss Kidnapper Has A Secret Blurb She left; she married Ivo, but she has a secret that wants her to just keep it secret no matter what. It’s already Affeya, not Azaylie. She comes back but gets kidnapped again. "Sa subrang saya ko ngayon, sabik na akong isagawa ang plano ko, ang kidnapin siya, akitin at maging akin." -Yrony Delazardo He is ready to play fire to get the person he owns first. He loves her. He wants to protect her, so when she comes back, he kidnaps her again. He seduces her, even though he knows that she is already married. He can play dirty to get her back, even though there’s only 1% to make her his again, but that secret and a lie made everything change.

At 4:30 in the morning, my husband answered a call from his ex-girlfriend and accidentally put it on speaker. "Jason, my daughter, Alison, has a fever—over 104. I can't get a ride..." The sudden sound of sobbing jolted me awake. Jason hurriedly turned off the speaker and lowered his voice. "Send me your location. I'll come right away." It seemed he had forgotten that today was my first prenatal checkup.

Devastated by her boyfriend's infidelity, Czarina Louise, isang mayamang CEO, decided to drown her sorrows in alcohol.  She drank heavily with Ryscel, her most trusted secretary.   Both got very drunk.  And under the influence of the alcohol, they unexpectedly shared an intimate night. Upon sobering up, they realize the mistake they made. So they agreed to forget the incident, assuring each other they felt nothing beyond a professional relationship.   Boss at employee lamang ang tingin nila sa isa’t isa at nanatili iyon sa loob ng apat na taon. But what if dahil sa gabing pinagsaluhan nila na ‘yon ay hindi sinasadyang magbunga ang kanilang ginawa. Czarina got pregnant. They had to take responsibility for their mistake, and as they got involved with each other, their feelings slowly started to develop.

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God. They ran me out of the neighborhood . My life was over. Eighteen years later, Bella waltzed back into my life. A cheap thug with a fake Rolex dangled from her arm. She held my son, crocodile tears streaming down her face. She called me jealous. Accused me of stealing her flesh and blood. Of keeping a mother from her child. And my son? The one I bled myself dry for? The son I poured every last cent into, turning him into a brilliant painter? The son I starved for, so much that I ended up in a hospital bed? The moment he saw his "real" mother, he cast me aside without a second thought. "You pathetic, broke bitch!" he spat. "You stole everything from us! All the happiness that was supposed to be ours!" My parents threw me out like a dog. Bella's thug husband had his men corner me in the red-light district. They pinned me against a wall, their threats vile and clear: Never come back. I had no way out. I threw myself off the Brooklyn Bridge. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back. Eighteen years in the past. Then came the knock. Hell had found my door. I wasn’t going to be the fool who gave everything and got nothing. This time, I took control.

On the day I was declared pregnant, I ran into my husband in the ob-gyn. He was with his long-lost love for a prenatal checkup. "I'm not going home tonight. As you can see, I have business to attend to," Lawrence said quietly as he left with an arm wrapped around Melissa. I fell silent and booked an abortion surgery. Everyone around us thought I was a simp for Lawrence. They thought I wouldn't leave, no matter how badly he mistreated me. He had the same thought. No one knew that I only married him to repay a debt. That debt was now repaid. Ten years was up, and I could finally end this abominable marriage.

Fresh from a business trip, my husband swept me into his arms and pulled me toward the bathroom for a passionate shared bath. As our lips met in a dizzying kiss, I noticed something odd out of the corner of my eye: the toilet lid was down. Seven years ago, after reading an online article claiming that men urinating while standing could splash bacteria onto the seat, he insisted we always keep the lid up for hygiene's sake. In all our years of marriage, it had never been lowered until now. A chill ran through me. The bathroom was pristine, not a stray hair in sight. But then I noticed the shower's water temperature was set five degrees higher than the 98.6°F he always preferred. Men preferred cooler water, and women warmer. In an instant, I realized that Nick Doyle had betrayed me.