Melting Me Softly

"I had you once and I'll definitely HAVE YOU BACK AGAIN, and that's a PROMISE." My whole body shivered as he said those words... But I won't show him that I'm scared. I looked at him straight in the eyes with so much bravery even though I'm scared to his so called PROMISE. "You won't." I don't want to go back in his arms again. I don't want to go back to the person who broke my heart before... I don't know why he wants me back but on thing is for sure...

Perfection was the curse. I was born into wealth, beauty, influence, and a family empire that stretched across continents. People envied my life, not knowing it was nothing more than a gilded prison. The only thing that ever felt real was ballet, the passion my parents forbade because it brought them no power, no profit, no leverage. My parents; greedy, ambitious, unfillable, hid their cruelty beneath luxury. And on my eighteenth birthday, they revealed the ultimate betrayal. I was engaged to a powerful man twice. . . no, three times my age. A man feared across Europe. A man whose hands were stained with secrets the world pretended not to see. They sold me to strengthen an alliance. So I ran. Barefoot, shaking, heartbroken. I stole one of our visitor's chopper and fled to Sicily, thinking distance could save me. I thought I escaped the monsters who owned my life. But I only ran into a darker one. Because Sicily is his territory; Aldrick Moretti, the shadow king of the Italian underworld. Cold. Untouchable. Beautiful in the most devastating way. The man people whisper about as if speaking his name is a sin. A man with eyes that see through lies. . . including mine. And the moment he found me trespassing on his land, bleeding, terrified, and wearing the remnants of a runaway bride. . . He didn’t return me. He didn’t free me. He claimed me. Not as a business deal. Not as an alliance. But as something far more dangerous. He became my captor, my protector, my obsession, and the forbidden flame I should never have touched. Because in his world, love is not tender. It’s a weapon. And I am the sacrifice wrapped in a veil he refuses to let go.

"Once you touch me, you're mine!" Yan ang mariin kong sinabi sa fiancé ng stepsister ko. Ako si Grace Cutanda, 25 years old — isang babaeng walang pakialam sa mga taong nasasaktan ko. Mas pinili kong maging matigas at walang puso dahil 'yan ang nagligtas sa akin mula sa mga mapanlinlang na tao. Nagbago ang lahat nang magpakasal ang aking dad sa isang oportunistang babae. Sa isang iglap, ang tahimik naming buhay ay napuno ng kasinungalingan at pagkukunwari. Kasama niya ang anak niyang tila perpektong babae sa mata ng lahat — si Bianca. Pero alam ko ang totoo. Sa likod ng kanyang mala-anghel na mukha ay isang babaeng sanay mang-agaw at manira. Hindi siya nagdalawang-isip na ipakita kung paano siya paborito ng lahat, habang ako ang laging nasa tabi, tila isang anino. At ngayon, ang fiancé niyang si Andrew — isang successful na businessman na may mapanuksong titig at nakakapanghinang presensya — ay parang isang gantimpala na ipinagyayabang niya. Pero sa tuwing nagtatama ang mga mata namin ni Andrew, para bang may lihim na pagnanasa at pagtataksil na bumabalot sa pagitan namin. Alam kong mali. Pero bakit tila ako ang mas nanaisin niyang piliin? At sa huling pagkakataon, binalaan ko siya. "Once you touch me, you're mine." Ngunit handa ba akong akuin ang mga magiging konsekwensya ng mga salitang binitiwan ko?

Nagulat, namangha at nainggit ang lahat kay Shine Garcia nang luhuran siya ng elite na boyfriend at inalok ng kasal. Iyon na ang pangatlong alok nito ng kasal. Dalawa na nagawa niyang tanggihan at ngayon na hindi niya malulusutan. "Will you marry me?" Lumuhod si Elias Gustavo sa kaniyang harapan. Sa harap ng media. Cameras are snapping at them and her head spinning. Hindi pa siya pwede magpakasal. Hindi pa gayong hindi naman siya totoo at perfect na si Shine Garcia. She is just Luningning. Luningning Garcia-Altamayo. Probinsiyana at may tinatagong asawa. "Y-Yes," sagot niya sa kaniyang boyfriend. Dahil sa impulsive na pagpayag, napilitan si Reyna na balikan ang nakaraan para sa annulment. Sinong ang mag-aakalang ang tinatakbuhan niya noon, hahabulin niya ngayon para matuloy ang kaniyang happy ending. “Annulment? I don't need that. Ikaw lang ang may kailangan,” ang halos 'di na niya nakikilalang asawa, si Akim. "Ayaw mo bang mag-asawa ulit?” "I already have a wife," anito na ikinapula ng pisngi niya. "I never been a wife to you." "Iyon na nga, paano tayo maghihiwalay kung hindi ka naman naging asawa sa'kin? Why don't you try show me how bad of a wife you are. Be my wife for once, Ning, even just for a month. Baka magbago ang isip ko." At that very moment, Ningning felt like destiny slapped her on the face. "Sweet home, bitch!"

How will you love a guy who has a heart cold like ice? A guy who will do everything what his boss says. A guy who has a secret identity that no one knows except your boss. What if he falls for you, but he keeps on resisting because he thinks you are someone's private property? Will you fight to know the truth behind those possessive actions he is doing to you? Will you fight your love to that possessive cold-hearted guy? Because me?! I will fight my love for that guy named Bryan Kluster Vicente. A mafia, a billionaire of his own and my own possessive cold-hearted guy

Franchetti Xerene Covry - maangas, palaban, astig, at walang inuurungan. She's careless and reckless, lahat na ata ng kalokohan ay alam na niya. Aakalain mong tomboy ito dahil sa paraan ng kaniyang pananamit. But don't underestimate this small thing because she's insanely strong and terrible. Dress her up and she's actually a bad-ass chic. She may live in an apartment but trust me, she can afford to buy islands, perhaps, an entire country. SHE'S THAT WEALTHY. But it was not hers, she said. All those wealth and everything, it was not hers. It was for DEATH.

Moans. I hear moans. "Ugh! Faster!" I covered my ears like an innocent child hoping that they would quite down. I ran back down the kitchen and drank a glass of water. I'm not paid enough for this. Thinking back and I was already regretting my life decisions— NOT! Now that I have discovered how much of a big womanizer this fiancée of mine is, I think I now have a reason to dump him. Disguised as his maid is so hard just to get intel unto what his true colors actually are. Honestly wasn't the best idea, but it definitely is the most efficient one. I sat on the counter of the kitchen and rested my head on the table over my folded arms. Perhaps a nap might help innocent me up. Just when slumber finally came, I heard sloppy footsteps coming down the staircase. The "young master" finally finished his business. I went to meet them at the bottom of the stairs to greet his lady friend safety on her way home. "I can't wait for tomorrow night," she said in a seductive tone and batted her lashes on him. I held back my urge to barf. Her arms are all over him as if she was the drunk one when in fact it was my good for nothing fiancé. "You're too loud," Timothee replied as it was his way of rejecting girls. And yes, another girl cried that night. She won't be expecting to sleep with him again. As the lady went out the door, I look at the young master. His hair wet, topless and jeans unbuttoned. "Don't drool over me, scullery maid." And with that he went back up. Jerk!

If only I followed my heart at hindi ako nakinig sa sinasabi o tingin sa akin ng ibang tao maybe we are not like this. If only I chose him, he wouldn't be this monster that I feared the most. I'm Amilia Selene Torres-Pendleton, wife of Dylan Kasper Pendleton, CEO of the world's largest and richest bank. Didn't I mention that my husband is the nerd that I dumped? He is and he is ought to make me suffer pero I will not give him up this time. No matter how painful the revenge of my nerd husband will be. Written by: @KayeEinstein

Anna Montenegro, a cold-hearted woman in her 20's, struggling to hide behind a facade of lies. She was forced to stay under the shadows of her sister to just to hide her real identity. What if fate decided to steer her path towards Kaito Tsukasa, a man being the absolute definition of vicious? Can this encounter finally melt her iron heart or everything will fall into another maddening story? Traverse through a story full of throbbing feelings of hate and surreal beliefs in love. "I don't care if you loathe me but it is you whom my heart always craves for." - Kaito Tsukasa.

“You can’t escape from me, love.” — Darius Slate Ventura ♡♡♡ Heislee Jean Velasco, a woman who loves to ride a bike. Madalas nakikipagkarera sa mga kapwa niya biker sa daan. Ngunit paano kung ang simpleng pagsakay ni Heislee ang magdadala sa kaniya sa kapahamakan na kung saan ay puwedeng magpabago ng kaniyang buhay? Isang mayaman na lalaki na ginawang libangan ang pakikipagkarera. Na kahit bike, o sports car ang gamitin ay kayang-kaya niyang ipanalo. Siya ang aksidenteng nahamon ni Heislee sa daan. Ang lalaking tatalo sa kaniya sa karerang sinimulan niya. He won’t be a professional racer for nothing. Ang mga ganitong klase ng libangan ay sisiw na lang sa kaniya. Sa tagal ba naman nito sa industriya, hindi pa ba niya kabisado? The moment their paths collide, Darius didn’t even hesitate to claim his prize. He marked her without even thinking twice while they were in the middle of the road. He doesn’t care anymore if someone sees them. As long as he claimed what he needed, everything would be meaningless. “You finally lowered your pride and beg for me to fuck you, huh?” he said, looking at her intently. An irresistible lust suddenly kicked in when they first met, and even if they meet a hundred times, it will be the same. The tension between them is still there.