Keep Loving You

For six years, my stepbrother Draven, the heir to a mafia family, and I have been in a secret relationship. Every night, his hands would trace every curve of my body with desperate hunger. The way he would look at me in those intimate moments made me believe I was the only woman who could ignite such passion in him. Until a month ago, when I found out I was pregnant. The day before Valentine's Day, I snuck into his study, planning to surprise him. Through the crack in the door, I heard him talking to Nico, the family's consigliere. "Aren't you tired of your little stepsister, Jasmine? The engagement is right around the corner. You haven't actually fallen for her, have you?" A cruel smirk played on his lips. "Fall for her? She was an easy target who fell right into my lap. It would've been a waste not to take a bite." "Her mother drove mine to an early grave. These six years have been her penance. And she's deserved every moment of it." "Besides, I've said it before. My wife will be Bianca Tyler, and no one else." "Marrying her secures the Tyler family's port smuggling routes. That's all that matters." So, what I thought was love was nothing more than an elaborate act of revenge. Every one of his embraces was a calculated lie. Fine. It was time for me and our unborn baby to disappear from his world completely.

"Why is it that everytime I met you, you were busy running from me?" He asked me, his hand still holding mine captured above my head. I felt powerless. I couldn't do anything. I hate being vulnerable. No matter what I've always loved to have a sense of power in me but with Michael Milan it just seems impossible. He was like hard drugs mixed together in my system. No matter what I do, I just couldn't get away from him. "Because I'm saving myself from you, Micheal." I whispered softly. "You will destroy me if I get too close." A love at first sight. A love that was so wrong and so right at the same time. Aisling was torn between protecting what she loves and surrendering.

When he looked in through the window, he was astounded to see her topless and braless. She was standing with her back to him, eliciting wild desires in him. He took his handkerchief from his pocket and crept into her room. He blindfolded her with his hankie before dragging her towards the bed. Her heartbeat accelerated. She could feel that he was her man. She asked, "is it you, baby?" He pushed her onto the bed and gazed at her perfect slender body with profound desires in his eyes. He hovered her and tied her wrists with his tie to the headboard. *** She could never stop her heart from beating for him since the day she saw him despite knowing that he would never retaliate to her feelings as for him she was only his best friend's sister. She was so innocent and pure like holy water, and he was messed up and a monster whom anybody definitely wouldn't like to come across. She had never dated anyone in her entire life because, for her, the love of her life was everything. On the other hand, he never believed in all this. For him, "love" didn't exist; it was all about physical needs. His mere presence was enough to relieve her pain; he was like oxygen to her, while on the other hand, he didn't even acknowledge her presence. Her love was so pure and selfless that it could make anyone fall for it because it's not easy to love someone who is forbidden. But will he ever witness her love? Will he ever love her as purely as she loves him? Will her one-sided love ever be fulfilled? If you want to know, then follow the journey of a tempting biker and his secret admirer.

"I, Scarlett Monica Hathaway, promise to be nothing but everything to you, and if it is a loving wife you ask for, then a loving wife, I shall be..." Scarlett's life felt like a dream on a random frigid Friday night. It was intended to be a night she spent under her covers, in her warm bed, after getting ditched by her friends at a club she had utterly invited them to. But one minute Scarlett is fleeing a pervert at the clubhouse, and the next minute she's learning about a confusingly cryptic secret, and the next minute she's making a promise that was being dangerously sealed.

Lumaki si Sue na si Benedict ang laging nasa paligid ang kaibigan ng kanyang ama na marunong umayos ng sirang pinto, tahimik sa mga handaan, at palaging handang umalalay. Para sa kanya, si Benedict ay “Uncle Ben,” isang pamilyar na presensya sa bawat yugto ng kanyang pagkabata. Ngunit nagbago ang lahat nang bumalik si Sue mula sa kolehiyo. Hindi na siya ang batang naaalala ni Benedict. Isa na siyang babaeng may sariling paninindigan, may dalang sugat mula sa nakaraang pag-ibig, at may paghahanap sa isang koneksyong tunay. Samantala, si Benedict ay nabubuhay sa tahimik na mga araw—may mga panghihinayang, mga salitang hindi nasabi, at mga relasyong hindi nagtagal. Sa kanilang muling pagkakasalubong, unti-unting nabubuo ang mga sandaling hindi nila inaasahan mga late-night na usapan sa kusina, tahimik na kape, at mga katahimikang masyadong mabigat para balewalain. Dito nagsisimulang mabuo ang damdaming pareho nilang tinatakasan. Nakikita ni Benedict ang mga bagay na hindi niya dapat makita. Si Sue naman ay natutong tingnan si Benedict hindi na bilang “uncle,” kundi bilang isang lalaking maaasahan at kakaiba sa lahat ng kanyang nakilala. Ngunit ang pagitan nila ay hindi lamang edad kundi ang tiwala ng ama ni Sue, ang dangal ng pamilya, at ang bigat ng mata ng lipunan. Habang may nanliligaw kay Sue na aprubado ng lahat at hinihikayat si Benedict sa isang “tamang” relasyon, lalo silang naipit sa linya na ni isa ay hindi kayang tawirin. Hanggang isang gabi, sumabog ang lahat ng pinipigil. Ipaglalaban ba nila ang nararamdaman o susundin ang sinasabi ng lipunan bawal ang kanilang pagmamahalan.

Bakit ganoon? Bakit ako nakakaramdaman nito? Nakadidiri. Nasasaktan ako because he can't love me back? So over acting and what a stupid, Thrizel? Talagang hindi niya ako mamahalin pabalik, magkapatid kami. Doon palang dapat ay alam ko na pero ako itong pilit na bumubuo ng sariling pag-asa.

On the day that I returned to the country, Lola Lawson, the one who was once the love of my life for ten years, sent me a picture of a baby. She told me to think of a name and meet her at the city hall to register the baby, as she had prepared a welcome-home gift for me. So, I rushed over with bags full of baby supplies. But when I arrived, she and her girlfriends were bent over with ridicule and laughter. "I told you! Even though he was gone for a year, he's still a loyal lapdog! Just a wave of my hand and he'd even be willing to raise someone else's kid for me!" She sized me up with mocking amusement. "Kevin Sheraton. How could you still be this naive? Just one joke and you come running?" They laughed without any restraint, calling me names and hurling insults, saying I'd do anything for Lola. But when I walked past them and took a number to register my own child's birth, and later wrapped my arm around my wife as the three of us took a family portrait, Lola's eyes were completely reddened with tears.

Even in the modern time, she was given for marriage without her consent. Her father being so selfishness, also dragged his family along into his messy shit. As always, a marriage where a lady is been forced to, must have no love at all. Irrespective of the fact she was married to one of the richest man, she wasn't happy and their marriage lacked alot. In the quest to either grow their marriage or get a divorce after the contract was about coming to an end, the couple, fell in the uncast spells of one another.

Fleur Garnet Harisson is an in-demand super model who has an issue about her, aborting her baby. She came back to the Philippines from Germany after 5 years of being away. As soon as she came home, her ex-fiancé, Rhysand Huecel Velarde forced her to be the step-mother inlaw of Rhysand's daughter, Vanilla.

"Doesn't it bother you?" I blurted out right there and then, having been asking myself that question since the night we slept together. I was curious, but I'd been obviously avoiding him. "What? That you're the heir to the Siren-" "That I'm trans," I said. I could care less about what he think of me being a Sirenio by blood. "T-That I'm a trans...man," "Does it bother you that I'm bisexual?" he asked me. I hadn't expected that response. Not when I'm having mixed feelings about all of this. "Does it?" he probed, closing what's left of the space between. His scent and warmth envelopes me as I'm caged between him and the sink. I shook my head. "Use your words, Miles," he said running his finger over my bottom lip. I shuddered at the sensation it brought to my body. "You were so good with those, that night," I sucked in a sharp breath. I looked away, and his touch disappeared immediately. "It was a mistake," I whispered, my heart racing. "What...happened was a-" "I don't do mistakes, Miles," Mr Stark said guiding my eyes back to his. "You should know that by now," I let out a shaky breath when his thumb found my bottom lip again. "Does it bother you that I want to fuck you right now?"