Obsessed In Tagalog Novels & Stories

Fernan sighed—the old man wasn’t afraid of anyone, not even Alejandro. “The old hag hasn’t paid a single cent, Boss. His head is like stone,” Fernan replied. The young heir clenched his jaw and fists. His men spoke fluent Tagalog despite many coming from Italy; years of work in the Philippines, traveling back and forth for transactions, had made them fluent. The De Rossi mafia was feared both here and across Europe, their influence stretching across borders. Even the police stayed out of their way. “Give him one last chance. If he still doesn’t pay…” Alejandro’s voice dropped to an icy calm. “I will deal with him myself.”

What a sweet temptation. And now, mother had just made things more complicated with this marriage. Probably the first man I’ve come to hate to love, and love to hate, the first man that has stirred my sinful desires in years, was now going to be my stepbrother. I almost chuckled at the sound of it. It didn’t sound right. I could imagine myself talking about him and telling people he’s my stepbrother. The same man I used to talk about with so much spite and resentment in my voice. The same man who gave me the best night of my life just some days ago. That man, Dame Casian, was now going to be my stepbrother.

Others were boxing and they were girls littered around, looking desperate for attention from any of them. The SGBC was the most sought after gang by many young wolves but it wasn’t easy to get in and I made sure of that….not everyone can be trusted. As I sat on my special chair which resembled a throne, my right hand man, Justin, walked up to me. “We have a problem.” I puffed out the smoke from the cigar from my mouth, while a little smirk appeared on my face. I loved that word. PROBLEM. “speak…” He looked around and people were already listening, Justin seemed uncomfortable, “I rather you hear this in private.”

We both laughed, getting into our own business, forgetting the conference meeting we were to attend. "I love you, Eve and I'll forever love you. You're my life and joy. My Obsession, I can't do without you, forever." I said. "I love you too, Justin. Mr Obsession." She teased and we laughed.

Where are our damp sheets, our sticky body, our throat that had only one desire: to jump on the first drop of water! When he kisses me, I feel like I'm on a ship, but without the beautiful landscape rocked by daydreams. The urge to reject his face with a firm hand comes to me without being able to control myself. Why? And why must there be a why? Why justify this unbearable pleasure felt when your sweet tongue wandered between what I have most faithful, what keeps me company from morning to late at night? Why did I shout seven times without restraint? This breath that I thought buried or even lost in the middle of my existence has returned. It was sweet and strange at the same time. I do not

Agatha said to Alenna so happy. "What's that thing Agatha?" she asked. “It comes from the humanworld, it is said to be made of gold and a very precious thing. My beloved from human world gave it to me. It is a sign of our love, he said i should wore this in my fingers and not to lost it as if like I cant lose him in my life” she explained to Alenna.] She remembers that Agatha showed her the same thing before, so Alenna felt even more afraid that Samantha might repeat her mother's fate.

Roman—as I call him, would care about nothing if it came to the fame of the Roman Family. I would also have a normal life with a normal boyfriend if it wasn’t for his over-possessive nature. It was unfair, and it was completely wrong. I didn’t even know what my life was and what it was going to be when he stepped into it. Everything he did with me, to me, and for me, was completely wrong. Still, he felt to be the only right thing in my life. Was it love? Or just some kind of plain, creepy obsession? _______________ ______________________

I’m going to use Tagalog instead. Nag-iisang pag-ibig ang nais makamit yun ay ikaw Nag-iisang pangako na di magbabago para sayo San ka man sana'y maalala mo Kailan man asahan di mag kalayo Tanging ikaw lamang ang aking iibigin Walang ibang hiling kundi ang yakap mo't halik I looked at him and he did the same but I turned my sight to others. Hindi malilimutan mga araw natin kay sarap balikan

aniya subalit hindi ko nagawang i-rehistro sa sistema ko ang mga sinabi niya bagkus, mas ibinaling ko ang atensyon sa itinawag niya sa akin. Rosas.. isang tao lamang ang tumatawag sa akin nang pangalang iyon. It's been a year na rin mula nang marinig ko iyon. But then again, part na lang siya ng memory para sa akin kaya siguro, dapat na akong masanay kapag naririnig ko ang salitang 'yon. Besides, that's just a Tagalog translation for rose. "'Wag mo nang alalahanin pa 'yon. Masyado ka nang nasaktan sa kaniya. Don't worry. Ngayon, hindi mo na ulit mararamdaman na hindi ka mahalaga."

SpellingI pummeled to misspell Astrosphinxas statuesque as May I sing with me? Words whiplashed on fire ice jeepneying with Saint Lazarus—the emperor of English over grasslilt parsing poison into ice creampoetry and screaming grammar noir.The narrative of tradition, beer-fellowedby cultural madness to digressand mull over a foamof savory crab fat alongsideour pickled come-what-mays. For this,‘Ikaw’ and ‘Ako’ separately are You and Me in Filipino, that by accident try to understand Taglish as nomadology