Novel & Cerita Poem About Me

She's 4 years older than me ..mahal ko sya mahal din nya ko ..pero hindi katulad ng pagmamahal na nararamdaman ko para sa kanya .. mahal nya lang ako bilang kapatid... nakababatang kapatid and I'm fucking hate it!?! kaya gagawin ko ang lahat maging akin lang sya because "the king owns her and that is me" at ang hahadlang sa pag aari ko ay pababagsakin ko kaya don't mess up with me because I'm a fucking billionaire.. "SILVER JAY KING"ang king ng buhay ni "HEART DELA CRUZ"

Youth is a series of dreams, friendships and struggles. As Amber Amerjia and Ian Jarvi approach and befriend the silent and reserved Yuhan Go, they get to find out there are more deeper things and conflicts that youth has to offer in their life. Yet, their biggest fear is that Yuhan Go might leave them (or, perhaps, as Amber would upset herself about). They have to prove the purity of their friendship and their genuine sympathy to the boy that they care about as they try to compensate the loner’s years.

"I thought I was invisible to him. Turns out, I was the only one he saw." Messiah Avenido—my cold, arrogant, and impossibly gorgeous neighbor. He’s the kind of guy who never spares me a glance, always pushing me toward his mischievous brothers as if I didn’t matter. I hate him. I hate his piercing stare. I hate his annoying indifference. I hate the way his presence makes my heart race. But despite it all… I love him. And just when I finally decided to let him go, and when I thought I had already found someone who could truly love me—Messiah turned around. This time, he chased me. This time, he refused to let me slip away. And before I knew it… I was no longer free. Because to Messiah Avenido, I wasn’t just the girl next door. I was his.

I looked at the side of my bed, caressing it while imagining some things that would make me feel happy. But even my own imagination feels like betraying me, telling that this is my reality and there is nothing that I can do with that. I even ask god, do I deserve to suffer for the second time around?

I didn’t expect to meet him; he’s a complete stranger. I don’t even know what love is, but this guy? I just met him online, but he caught me off guard. Fall? Definitely, I fall but knowing he still loves her makes me want to escape his tight embrace.

After 10 years, Ang "love" namin sa isa't-isa mula ng magkakilala kami, Hindi na ba magbabago? Dito magbabago ang lahat? Mas lalalim din ba ang relasyon namin at i-lelevel up ba sa pang-matagalan na pagsasama. Baka naman, dito pa lang magsisimula ang tunay naming pagsubok sa relasyon, We said. — My passion for fan fiction / romance will return. But, "love stories" are no longer about women and men. But, the story is about LGBTQ. I am not against them. I am open-minded in this relationship. Not the worldliness of other "things" about their relationship. — Copyright 2021 © Xyrielle All Rights Reserved No Copy Stories No Plagiarism Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Mula sa pinakatatagong mundo nagmumula ang pag-ibig sa gitna ng digmaan at labanan. Sa gitna ng lahat ng sakit at balakid, mananaig pa kaya ang pag-ibig na nakalaan para sa kanila kung ang buong katotohanan ay hindi dapat mangyari at susundin ng kanilang mga puso na sila ay nagkakaisa at mas piniling burahin ang markang nagbuklod sa kanilang dalawa? Binalot ng sumpa at paghihiganti ang pusong puno ng pagmamahal. Maibabalik pa ba ang pag-ibig kapag nasunog at nadurog na ng nakaraan dahil sa isang malagim na pangyayaring naghiwalay sa kanilang dalawa? _____ "I, Alpha Sortitus Breackorn, of the Breackorn 'Black' Pack, reject you, Clavem Whitestern of the Breackorn Pack, as my mate." "I accept your rejection." Under the white moon in the woods, I run in wolf form. The wolf inside me is whining and uttering All the grievances I have in my heart, I shout, even though the whole surrounding area is covered with light because of the white rays coming from the moon. "I hate everything that happens to me, but I'm not regretting loving him, but he is not destined to love me back. Dearest Luna Goddess, why are you making me suffer like this? Did I do something to trigger your hatred and put me into a curse and be the mistress of my own mate?!"

Shyria Montero—Carter is a famous actress. She is the wife of the hot lawyer named, Logan Carter. They've been married for almost 2 years and the public doesn't know about it. Logan Carten support his wife on everything, from her passion and to the things that his wife loves doing. They been supporting each other likes and dislikes. What if the public known about their relationship? Will Shyria be brave enough to fight her husband? Will she choose her husband over her rising career?

Kaya mo bang paniwalaan ang isang con-artist? paano ka maniniwala sa taong ang alam lang gawin ay ang magpanggap. Paul Sohn is a dangerous man that hiding his handsome face. sa likod ng kanyang masasayang ngiti ay nakatago ang totoo niyang nararamdaman. he kill someone na hindi agad tumutupad sa pangako. he didn't interested women simula noong iniwan siya ng babaeng minahal niya. pero kaya ba niyang balewalain ang nararamdaman niya sa babaeng hindi para sa kanya? "Love me or hate me I still love you... even I know that you want to kill me,"

My name is Akira Sy, or rather, Akira Sy Montenegro—18 years old. Yes, I’m married to the man I love most, Kyle Xavier Montenegro. He’s a businessman—handsome, incredibly successful, and has everything. I fell in love with him when I was 16, always dreaming that one day we’d be together, and yes, my dreams came true. The next morning, I woke up to a cold sensation on my face. I opened my eyes and realized it was water, soaking my entire face. I looked up and was met with Kyle’s dark, piercing gaze. I immediately felt a wave of anxiety. “K-Kyle,” I stammered, my voice trembling. He closed his eyes tightly, as if burdened by a huge problem. “Stand up, wh*re. I’m hungry. Cook for me, NOW!” he ordered with authority, making me scramble to get up without even bothering to wipe my face or change clothes. No, we don’t sleep in the same room. He’s in the master bedroom while I stay in the guest room because he finds me disgusting. It hurts so much when those words come from him. He’s always like that. I rushed down the stairs, tying my robe as I went, heading straight to the kitchen to prepare his breakfast. Yes, I’m his secret wife. No one knows except our parents and a few friends. Since we got married, there hasn’t been a day when he didn’t remind me that he doesn’t love me. Not a day goes by without him hurting me, but it’s okay because, like I said, I love him so much that I’m willing to do anything just for him to love me back.