Omniscient Pov

"Hanggang saan ang kaya mong ibigay, upang tulungan kita?" tanong ni Jeremiah, habang nakaupo sa kanyang CEO's chair. Isa isang hinubad ni Chantal ang kanyang kasuotan, saka lumapit sa harapan ng lalaki, "you can have.. me.." Kahinaan ni Jeremiah ang samyo ni Chantal. At sa paglapit ng babae, hindi niya kayang pigilan ang sarili. "Wag mo akong sisisihin, kung may mga araw na hindi ka makakalakad.. Hiningi mo ito, pagbibigyan kita. Anong position ba ang gusto mo?" Napalunok si Chantal. Hindi siya makapaniwalang tatanungin siya ng diretso ni Jeremiah ng ganoon kabulgar. "Ha.. ah-- ka- cowgirl--" "Silly.." bigla siyang hinila ni Jeremiah pakandong, "position dito sa kumpanya ko, para matulungan kita.. but if you insisted.." bigla itong tumayo, saka pinadapa si Chantal sa mesa, "Let's start.. with the office style.." Kapalit ng kanyang katawan, humingi siya ng tulong kay Jeremiah na mapabagsak ang dating boyfriend na si Jansen dahil sa pananakit nito sa kanya. Subalit hanggang saan tatagal si Chantal? Kakayanin kaya niya ang mga hihilingin ni Jeremiah.. Gayong sa kanyang paningin, ay isa itong s*x add*ct? Oh tuluyan na siyang mahuhulog dito? Si Jeremiah kaya? maaamin niya kaya na hindi lang ang katawan ni Chantal ang habol niya, kundi pati puso ng dalaga?

Another day without him. Another city without him. I miss him so much... sometimes I wish it was me instead. After the sudden death of her father, nineteen-year-old Jessica Mia Jones moves to a quiet new town with her cold-hearted stepmother; all she wants is to survive the grief and stay out of trouble. But this town hides secrets—dangerous ones. First, Mia finds out she’s adopted. Then, she discovers her new crush isn’t entirely human. And worst of all? Neither is she. As strange abilities awaken and nightmares become reality, Mia is forced to question everything about who—and what—she really is. In a town where nothing is what it seems, can she uncover the truth before it’s too late?

My girlfriend keeps saying that she comes from a poor family, but she gives her childhood sweetheart a yacht on our anniversary. I text her to ask about this, but all she does is berate me. "Who do you think you are? How dare you stick your nose into my business! I'll give anyone whatever I want. My money, my call. Get lost!" Unbeknownst to her, I'm covered in blood on the other end of the line.

PLEASE COMMENT AND RATE THE STORY. . . King's p.o.v "Do you take king as your loving wedded husband, in sickness and in heal...... "No I don't" Isabel answered coldly cutting the priests question short. Everyone murmured as my heart beat wildly in fear. "Isabel" I whispered. She faced me seriously then sighed. "I'm sorry king, I just can't marry you, I'm not in love with you" she answered loudly as people gasped. "But my love, you said that you loved me" I said pleadingly. "I lied okay!, I'm in love with someone else!" she screamed as I felt my heart ache in pain. "If there is something I did wrong, please do forgive me, if it's more money you want I can give you, you can have my black card and everything" I begged then lifted my trembling hands and held her's in mine. "That's it!, no how much money I get or how much jewelry you give me, I just can't stay, you are so fucking rich that your wealth will never end easily, thanks for loving me blindly, because of you, I'm now very rich with your money" She answered.

"Didn't he tell you anything about me," She asked. She looked quite ethereal and unreal from where she stood, her baby bump showing so clearly that no one would believe she wasn't pregnant. "I'm pregnant honey and Anthony is responsible," She said again, this time her voice was firm and she looked me in the eyes. How could she be pregnant though? I was also pregnant. ** Vanessa Ives, daughter of a runaway mother and an artist that turned to a life of drugs would do anything she can to get her brother back and help her family. She would even get married to her ex boyfriend just because of his mother. Anthony Thorns, doesn't want a child, doesn't want to get married and wants to stay the heck away from his family and their trouble. But when Vanessa appears in his life again after six years, he has to do what she wants just so she could get what she needed. He just didn't know that it would cost him his sanity.

Elena returns to the life she once escaped not as a wife but as a woman rebuilt by loss and resilience. Working again under her powerful CEO ex husband, she is forced to confront a past shaped by love, betrayal, and ambition. As buried truths surface and old emotions threaten to resurface, Elena must decide whether some doors deserve to be reopened or permanently closed. In a world where power once silenced her, she now holds the strength to choose herself.

After I fail to win over the hearts of all three female leads, the system tells me that I can return to my original world as long as my body dies in this world. So, I happily order myself a grand meal of carb-based food in the dark basement. After eating my fill, I pull out a coil of rope and get ready to hang myself. But just as I'm about to stick my head through the noose, I suddenly see comments floating before my eyes. "Don't do it, Daniel! Elena's just mistreating you because she feels that she should make it up to Ryan! You're actually her favorite brother!" "That's right! The same applies to your fiancee! Ryan has saved her before, after all! The truth is, whenever she hurts you, she feels her heart wrenching in pain at the same time!" "Your childhood friend feels nothing but guilt for Ryan. Daniel, don't ever give up, and don't take your own life. If you die, the three of them will go crazy for real!"

"Mr. Clarke, can you help me get rid of the tattoo on my butt?" The young man asks me for help with red-rimmed eyes. A lot of people have specifically requested me to tattoo something on their body. Honestly, this is the first time I've received a request to remove a tattoo from one's butt. He grits his teeth, as though he has finally made up his mind. "I just found out that my girlfriend has a husband! I want to break up with her, so I must get rid of the tattoo!" I nod in response. "Strip down and let me see the area and the mass covered." The man hesitates for a moment before turning his back on me and slowly taking off his pants. As soon as his right buttcheek is revealed, I feel my breath getting hitched in my throat. My wife, Annie Sylvester's face is actually tattooed on that area.

I never wanted to gamble, yet I could not stop myself from going to the tables. I kept losing, over and over, until I was buried under ten million in debt. After investigating the cause, I finally learned the truth–my older brother had placed me under a puppet-like control. Every loss was recorded under my name, while all the winnings went straight into his pocket. My wife was furious. She slapped me, took our son, and divorced me. I tried to explain myself again and again, but she refused to listen. "Nathan, can you stop making excuses? Did someone hold a knife to your throat? You chose to gamble." After that, my brother only grew more ruthless, raising the stakes until I lost everything overnight. With nothing left, my creditors chopped off my limbs and threw me into the sea, leaving me to drown. Even after my death, they did not spare my wife and child. She was humiliated to death, and my son was sold overseas, his whereabouts unknown. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I first lost control and went to the gambling den.

On the day a dispute broke out between my students, I saw Samantha again—the girl I had broken up with ten years ago; the girl who had been fighting wiped away her tears and cried out for her mother. Samantha froze when she saw me. After a long moment, she seemed to remember herself and quickly apologized. "Mr. Brooke, I'm sorry for causing you trouble." I handled the compensation matter strictly by the book. When everything was settled, she lingered behind the others, clearly wanting to speak but hesitating. "I remember you didn't want to be a teacher back then," she said. I smiled faintly and walked her to the office door. "People change. So do their thoughts." Just like my feelings for her—those had been turned over long ago.