Maria Makiling Novels & Stories

Her tone reflected pride in her last statement. As Marius had hoped, we proceeded to the dining room for lunch. The spread on the table was delightful: Paksiw na Bangus, a savory Filipino dish made with milkfish marinated in vinegar, garlic, and spices, creating a delectable balance of sourness and richness. Accompanying it was Tortang Talong, an eggplant omelet, where grilled eggplants are dipped in beaten eggs and then fried to perfection. For dessert, we enjoyed Buko Pandan, a refreshing Filipino delicacy made with young coconut strips mixed with pandan-flavored gelatin, tapioca pearls, and sweetened cream.

Catarina Rosales Marquez surveyed her garden of fruit and vegetables in the windswept hills of Mindanao. The Aswang Queen of Domminga Mountains, Catarina ruled with an iron thumb, her sleek black hair like a whip, replete with eyes of black pearls that shone like a viper's.

Maria again hissed and went back to her room, bewildered and confused of the accusations of the jar of mackerel, the oranges not being paid and a bar of scented soap had been stolen. Maria traipsed the sidewalk again. She halted to wipe her runny nose with her small plain and white handkerchief, bending her head. It had been raining in the early morning and mudholes on the road had been filled with turbid water with sediments. Fast-approaching wheels of a horse-cart followed, flew past, and spattered brown mud over her white and light bister ensemble. Maria was glad to be humble. Nothing would trouble her. She was secure, strong, and happy. She tried to wipe the dirt off of her face a

My granddaughter is a pearl Adrian then walked in Adrian : Blue. He was all ?smiles He walked to me and kissed my cheek Adrian : I love you Me: I love you too Mother: I'll go and see my granddaughter. She'll be brought here soon I nodded and she left Adrian : she has a birthmark on her feet. It looks like a whale Me: haha, she's going to be a whale master He smiled Adrian : I hope it's not killer whales? I laughed Me: it's any type of whale. She's really special because animal birthmarks are rare

"You want to go to the US? You will never get there on a maid’s salary. Come with me to the city tonight. Wear something tight." That was the night Valeria died and Luna was born. She took me to a place called Club Máscara. It was hidden in a basement, away from the prying eyes of the Alarcón family. The smell of the club was thick—a mix of cheap perfume, expensive cigars, and the metallic scent of money. I saw the girls on the poles. I saw the way the men looked at them. "I can't do this," I whispered, my stomach turning. "Do you want to scrub toilets for the rest of your life?" Lucia asked, her voice hard. "Or do you want to fly across the ocean? Choose now."

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

Her eyes flickered up to Alex, watching him with a mix of satisfaction and amusement. "Maganda ang takbo natin," sabi ni Maria, ang boses niya’y may kabangisan ng tiwala. "Nagsisimula nang maniwala ang mga investors. Ang ‘bakasyon’ ni Thalia, ang kanyang pagbubuntis, ang mga ‘lihim ng pamilya’—lahat ay gumagana."

"Catherine, introduce my wife, Maharani," said Mas Suma, pulling my hand closer to her. "Maharani, this is Catherine, Pak Wahono's daughter," he added, pointing at her. We shook hands. She smiled back at me with a glance, saying her name. Then, back to look at my husband. Her gaze seemed cold towards me. There is an implied dislike there. Ah, maybe it's just me. No wonder, she is not an ordinary staff. It turns out that she is the daughter of Mr. Wahono, he is the largest shareholder after the Adijaya family.

Chapter 1: Ang Pagmulat ni Ella Sa Makati City, sa gitna ng kagubatan ng mga matataas na gusali, nagising si Ella Cristobal sa kanyang kwarto sa isang bagong umagang puno ng pag-asa at liwanag. Nagluksa siya sa pagkamatay ng kanyang pamilya sa isang trahedya na hindi niya malilimutan kailanman.

“Yup, I guess I’ll have to send another e***l to the hospital and tell them I was just joking around about the refusal.” My friend snorted. “You’re twenty-six , Mara. Bakit ba hindi ka makapagdesisyon para sa sarili mo and for once, yung gusto mo naman ang sundin mo? You’re making other people happy with your decisions pero ikaw mismo hindi masaya sa ginagawa mo.” “Hoy Raia,” muling umikot ang mga mata ko sa kanya. “I’m not one to take an advice from a martyr stupid housewife like you! Echosera ka, mas matigas pa ang ulo ma sakin no.”