Maria Clara Tagalog Novels & Stories

Ahahaha. Jeoff, give me my ten million my loves! So, my brother Carlos could also go home now. Speaking of my brother? I badly miss him. I miss you bro. You used to comb my hair and tried to tie my hair. You don’t want to see my hair falling in my shoulder. But sometimes I prepare to free them in ties, I look like Maria Makiling (Maria Makiling was a believe deity of Philippine Nature who resides in Mt. Makiling. A beautiful and kind deity) I hope my mother named me “Makiling” instead of Charm. “Cutie.” I pinched Icy’s cheek.

Sabi niya rito na bahagya pang tumatango. "There is so many beautiful woman than that cheap woman, ate. Maghanap nalang tayo ng iba pa." "No, no, no. Look at the woman, Carrot. May itinatagong ganda ang batang ito. Look at her latest picture of her. Maria Elena siya rito sabi ng taong inutusan ko na hanapin siya. Look, at muse rin siya sa liga na ito. Oh, she's really a snow queen, darling. Kaunting ayos lang at pwede na natin siyang isabak sa misyon na ipapagawa natin sa kanya. I feel excited, Carrot."

*heart heart* ~~ Maria thought she could, that it'd be as easy as saying her own name, she already practiced it over and over in her head. 'Your double is my nemesis from Spain,' she'd say, 'he has no good intentions and he is an irresponsible jerk who hit me and saw nothing wrong with it. He also tried to kill my dreams, so please, protect me from all of this. Shelter me.' And he'd pull her into a hug and kiss her forehead. Then he'd swear never to leave her side. It was easy, like ABC but now it felt like saying it backward, there was no right way to go about it and there could be too many mistakes, one mistake meant destabilizing the whole of the process, everything they had. She wanted t

Well, my mother dear could not wait for even 24 hours and she chose that exact moment to let loose of 4 fvcking painful years of my life in Aira’s mindlink as images flashed in her mind like a fast forwarded, running movie. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Maria maria (Maria maria) Neol wihan mariya (I’m saying this for you) Binnaneun bamiya (It’s a shining night) Neol goeropijima (Don’t torture yourself) O maria neol wihan mariya (Oh Maria, I’m saying this for you) Mwo hareo adeungbadeunghae (Why are you trying so hard)

When she opened the door, I screamed with the little air I had left: “Don’t come in! Mavi, run! Run!” But it was too late. The door slowly opened. And she was there. Mouth slightly open. Eyes wide. Maria Clara smiled. “Your luck... the cherry’s here.” Mavi stopped, in shock. Her gaze went from one to the other, in a trance. The two of them tumbled on the floor. Marcelo laughed behind me, shouting, while Maria Vitória struck Clara with fury: “Bitch!”

Mara laughed; this kid is really smart. "Yes, sort of, Quil. But it’s Tagalog, a language from the Philippines. You know the Philippines, right?" Quil nodded. "Yes, mother superior said it’s a tropical group of islands near the Pacific Ocean, and I learned that the Philippines has three main parts: Luzon, Visayas, and Mindanao. I wonder what the Philippines looks like," they added. "Don't worry, Quil, we will visit the Philippines soon," Mara said to them.

"Okay I know that place–" "Clera!" a baritone voice spoke from behind. "Uncle!" she happily said and run to the person behind me. I stood up, hinarap ko ito and to my shock ay napaatras ako. He slowly lowered his sunglasses and gave me a smirk. "We've seen again, mi esposa" (mi esposa is a Spanish word for 'my wife')

“Lagi ka talagang pagtitripan ng mga kaklase mo kapag iyakin ka. Ako nga pala si Maria Jamaica. Tawagin mo na lang akong Jamie. Bata, anong pangalan mo?” Bumalik sa kasalukuyan ang isip niya nang marinig niyang may sinasabi si Porsche. “Nakakatakot ka na pala talaga kahit no’ng bata ka pa,” sabi niya na nakangiti pa rin. “Anong ibig mong sabihin?” “Ah…Eh…Wala… May naalala lang ako bigla.”

I cradled her closely and sank my teeth into her flesh, allowing myself to penetrate to the depths and nooks that only I could access. "Aki... Ahh," she cried out as she moaned while clinging to my body and calling out my name. I continued to come in, sweaty and gasping for air as I sped up and increased the intensity of my pace with mom. "I love you, I love you, I love you," I said again and over to my mother as I repeatedly claimed and marked her as mine.