Mom Loves To Suck

Maxine Ynstuk, a heir. Mahal na mahal niya ang kaniyang nobyo at gusto niyang makasama ito habang buhay. Pero may isang problema. Tutol ang mga magulang ni Maxine sa kanilang dalawa dahil sa hindi malamang rason. Ibubuhos na lang ba ni Maxine ang lahat ng kaniyang oras sa pag-aaral o ipaglalaban niya ang pag-ibig na hindi pinahintulutan? Habang nag-aaral si Maxine ay maraming magmamahal sa kaniya. Ano kaya ang mangyayari kay Maxine kung mawalan man siya ng mahal niya sa buhay? Makakayanan kaya ni Maxine ang hamon sa kaniya ng buhay o susuko na lang siya? May lilitaw na isang tao na tiyak ikagugulat ni Maxine, ano kaya ang pakay nito? Makakapagdesisyon kaya si Maxine ng tama? At the end Maxine had to decide and choose wisely.

Three Loves and Everything Between is a raw, intimate memoir-style novel about a young woman who survives heartbreak, loss, and the quiet wars inside herself—only to discover that love, when it’s real, can still find her. Told with honesty and unfiltered vulnerability, the story follows her through the three defining loves of her life. With Kaden, she learns what first love feels like—the innocence, the thrill, and the belief that forever is a promise you can keep just by wanting it enough. But youth proves fragile, and what felt easy eventually slips through her fingers. With Raymond, she learns what love can take. He enters her life with charm and promises, only to unravel into control and emotional chaos. Their relationship leads to a pregnancy she never got to keep—an experience that shatters her, scars her, and teaches her the cost of losing your voice inside someone else’s decisions. And then there is Noah—the boy who had always lingered at the edges of her life. When he returns years later, their reconnection is quiet but powerful. What begins as an unexpected reunion becomes a love rooted in gentleness, safety, and choice. When she becomes pregnant again—after only three months back together—the fear of her past resurfaces. But unlike before, Noah gives her something she’s never had: control. Respect. Partnership. And a love strong enough to walk with her through postpartum depression, healing, rebuilding, and becoming a mother on her own terms. Through heartbreak, young motherhood, grief, rebuilding trust, and rediscovering herself, she learns that love isn’t about perfection—it’s about choosing each other through every version of life. Three Loves and Everything Between is her journey toward peace, motherhood, and the kind of love that finally feels like home.

One night of rioting because of aphrodisiacs, Aretha successfully made love to Roger, the billionaire of the whole country AL. After that night, Aretha got her revenge. And Roger is day and night infatuated with Aretha's silhouette. Three years later, Aretha returned to her homeland from abroad. Roger immediately plotted to "kidnap" Aretha as his wife. ---------------------------- "Roger! Get out of my bed! Now!" "No! Three years ago, you were the one who set the trap to make me trapped, now you are not responsible for what you did. " Aretha's lips twitched a few times, she was helpless at the man in front of her. "Are you a man, Roger? How can you be so shameless?" Roger was not angry at Aretha's curse, he bent his head to kiss her soft lips. Then calmly replied. "Yes! I'm shameless, I'm just shameless to you alone."

A family that he can say his own, a wife, children that can make his life complete as a man. Iyon ang tanging hangad ni Angelo sa kaniyang sarili, pero hindi niya akalain na mahirap pala itong makuha. Namatay nang maaga ang kaniyang nobya, matapos isilang ang bunga ng kanilang pagmamahal. Sinabi niyang hindi na niya bubuksan ang puso para umibig pa. Naging malamig siya sa lahat, naging manhid. Hanggang sa makilala niya si Ms. Loraine, ang kalaona’y magiging teacher ng kaniyang anak. Can he hold his promise when his heart is now changing its beat every time, they met their eyes? Can Angelo hold his heart not to love again?

Kiara has just divorced Jake, the alpha of the Darkhowl pack. She discovers his affair with her older sister, who manipulated Jake into divorcing her. Devastated, and carrying a secret, Kiara decides to flee the city and hide her twin pregnancy from Jake. But fate will place them both on the same path, forcing them to face their feelings… and their secrets.

Mom was a top student at a prestigious school and had always been determined to be the best at everything. She demanded that I learn to walk by seven months, speak fluently by eighteen months, and master all addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division by the age of three. I did all of it. Yet Mom still felt it wasn’t enough. However, when my younger brother, Liam, didn’t speak until he was five, Mom clapped and cheered when he finally did, celebrating his “late-blooming brilliance”. I didn’t think anything of it. Until one day, I was wearing headphones, memorizing Spanish words, and accidentally let the sound leak out, scaring Liam. He clutched his chest and cried, saying his heart hurt. Mom’s eyes turned red as she stormed over and slapped me. Then she grabbed my ear, twisting it a full 360 degrees with all her strength. The pain in my ear was so intense that I lost all feeling, and the fear made me nauseous to the point of vomiting. Still, Mom forced the headphones back on, cranked the volume to the maximum, and locked me in the storage room to reflect. “How could I give birth to such a terrible child? You’re just jealous of Liam. No matter how much I do for you, you’ll never appreciate it! “Love listening to words, huh? Then listen all you want.” But seven days later, when she opened the door, she completely lost it.

I brought home eighty dollars’ worth of durian. When my sister-in-law, Lily Ward, saw me, she clutched her stomach and screamed from the couch. “Ugh, my stomach! Summer, you know I can’t stand that smell. Are you trying to suffocate my baby?” Before I could even steady myself, my mother, Rosemary Ward, slapped me across the face. It made me see how much my mother favored my younger brother, Jasper Ward. When we were children, she always reminded me that he was younger and told me to give him a pass. I thought things might change after he grew up and got married. Instead, her favoritism only got worse. “Summer, you jinx! Hurry up and sign over your apartment to Jas to make up for this!” Watching Jasper pull out a property transfer agreement, I covered my swollen cheek and smiled. So, this whole act was just to get the apartment I had bought. “Sure.” They were delighted to see me agree readily. However, they failed to consider one thing. I might have willingly given it away, but I wondered if any of them had the nerve to take it.

"I’m a good girl—until I got drunk in Vegas and married a panties-flaming-hot Irishman. Oops. I’ve always lived my life by the rules. Unlike my two sisters, I’m the good one. The responsible one. Going outside my comfort zone is when I wear red lipstick before five PM. That comfort zone of mine? It’s smashed to smithereens on a wild night in Las Vegas when I met—and married—Liam Gallagher. After one shot of tequila, then two, then too many to count, a good girl’s rules tend to disappear. And so do her panties, and her bra, and various other articles of clothing when she’s with an Irishman who knows his way around a woman’s body. Now my husband wants us to stay married. For six months. He says it’ll be worth my while. Considering our chemistry underneath the sheets, I can’t say that he’s wrong. Liam isn’t safe, though. Liam definitely isn’t comfortable. He’s like the male equivalent of wearing red lipstick in the daytime all wrapped up in an irresistible, dangerous package. Yet this stubborn Irishman isn’t about to let me go, drunken Princess Bride-themed Vegas wedding or no. Now I have to decide if I’m brave enough to break the rules for love."

When my parents got old, they needed someone to take care of them. Katerina—my younger sister—was off to Amiraka with her smug husband Chris. Meanwhile, I was crammed into a two-bedroom in Bellavaro with my husband Pavel, who drove a taxi. Mom had no retirement savings, so guess who she dumped herself on? Yep—me. Dad took the cash and ran straight to Katerina. Our place was tiny, but we still gave Mom the master bedroom. She hated it. Constant complaints, constant drama. According to her, life with me was pure misery. Every night, she'd hop on video call with Katerina, gushing about Amiraka like it was heaven, while throwing shade at me for not "taking care of her properly." Meanwhile, I was drowning—trying to hold it together for Mom, help my daughter prep for exams, support a husband with spine problems, and check in on aging in-laws. Mom didn't care. She wanted a plane ticket to Amiraka to party for Katerina's birthday. I snapped. We had a blowout fight, and she collapsed—brain hemorrhage. Even in her hospital bed, she stared me down, whining Katerina's name like a broken record. Then she spat out, "I should've never picked a useless daughter like you!" My chest cracked in half. I blacked out. When I woke up—I was ten years younger. Back to the day they decided who'd get stuck taking care of them. This time, Mom didn't wait. "I want Katerina to take care of me. It's my turn to enjoy life!"

After my husband died in a car accident, I worked tirelessly running a small restaurant to raise my son, Henry. Right before Henry's wedding, I won eight million in the lottery. Thrilled, I decided to sell the restaurant and finally enjoy retirement. So, I called to tell Henry about selling the restaurant, his usually polite fiancée turned hostile. "You're not expecting us to support you, are you? We've barely started working!" She even warned Henry, "If you spend any of our money on your mom, the wedding's off!" Henry argued with her but then reassured me, promising, "You've worked hard enough, Mom. I'll take care of you." Feeling pretty good, I planned to give him two million to start a business. The next day, I got a call saying Henry had been in a serious car accident and urgently needed fifty thousand for surgery. I sent the money immediately, but afterward, Henry vanished. Desperate, I braved a storm to find him in his city, only to walk into a wedding at some fancy hotel. There's Henry, giving a toast and calling another woman "Mom." And, oh, sitting beside her? My "dead" husband from ten years ago.