Mahal Ko Kayo In English Novels & Stories

Mang Kiko asked again, tailing Aslan like a loyal dog. Mahang. He heard that nickname again. It was what Guada used to call Alexa ever since she was a baby. Guada, being from Bicol, was the only one who used it back then, so everyone else eventually got used to calling Alexa by the same nickname. In their dialect, mahang was a term of endearment, akin to “love.” "No, Mang Kiko," Aslan replied curtly, stopping the old man from trailing him further. "Do you want anything? I can prepare something for you."

I mean I have a girl friend that can give me much more than just a hug. Right? Makaila's POV I woke up to the smell of Bacon, fried eggs and toast. It was so mouth watering, I suddenly became hungry. I got down from the bed and moved down stairs, to the kitchen. It was Saturday morning. Thank God I am not in a hurry. I got down and saw someone else cooking. He was humming a song. I think he felt my presence so he turned and then did I recognise him. "Good morning, madam." He said in a fake British accent, a smile on his lips.

I asked, or more likely yelled. He cupped his ears, "I can't hear you." "I said, Mahal kita!" I yelled in frustration towards his ear. He smirked. "Good." So it's Mahal Kita...I love you...Wait, don't tell me the meaning of it was what he wanted to hear... He messed my hair up, ruffling it. "Remember, although most Filipinos can speak English, not all of them can. Bear that in mind." He reminded me. "You have to be understanding and use common sense."

Mahl is a ruthless warrior who believes that the world – and everything in it – belongs to him. And if anyone denies that? Death. It’s the only thing that awaits them. The King almost shoves me away from him when he finishes with his brutal kiss, turning now to look around the tent, spoiling for another fight if someone will give it to him. But no one moves at all, not even Auden, who watches his father’s every move as he crouches down by my children, holding them close. Mahl, realizing his dilemma – or just getting bored with the silence – raises his arms and shouts around the room. “Is this not a feast!?” he roars. “Is this not a celebration!? Drink! Speak! Be merry, you cowards!”