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From White Coats to Bloodied Aprons

From White Coats to Bloodied Aprons

During the holidays, Ellie Harper, my wife who's a hospital director, tells me once again that she has taken on a few operations at the last minute, so she can't go home with me to spend time with my parents. But soon, I see her assistant, Jaiden Roth's social media feed. Apparently, Ellie is slaughtering pigs at Jaiden's village in preparation for a holiday party. The caption writes, "Dad says having a daughter-in-law who works as a doctor is amazing. To think that she's this skilled in slaughtering pigs as well!" With a cold smirk curling on my lips, I leave a like on the post. I also comment, "That's her major, after all." My colleagues keep gossiping among themselves in various group chats. They all think I'll definitely get into a huge fight with Ellie this time. Ellie wastes no time in calling me. I can already imagine the impatient look on her face and the way her brows are drawn into a tight frown. "Jaiden's village is hosting a huge party for the holidays, so I'm there to lend them a helping hand! What's with that passive-aggressive tone of yours, huh? "There isn't anyone who can help out in his household, you know! Do you know how badly it'll reflect on his family if no one from his side helps out at all? I was just helping him out as a friend! What's there to kick up a fuss over? "Hurry up and remove the like and the damn comment! Don't make life difficult for Jaiden at the hospital, you hear me? "Once I get back from the village, I'll pick a good date to go back to your hometown with you, okay?" Another empty promise from Ellie, it seems. All she does is making empty promises that she can never keep nowadays. I'm completely stuffed with those promises, and I can't afford to wait for her anymore. Once the holidays are over, I'll receive the divorce certificate marking the end of our seven-year marriage once and for all.
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Love Hurts

Love Hurts

"You think you can play with my feelings, kitty?!" I could feel the intensity of his voice. I stepped back, feeling the wall behind me. "Who said I am playing with your feel~" I was cut off by his strong fist that landed beside my head, making me gasp in horror. "You, sitting on the lap of that bastard! Dakota Weasly, you just dug your boy toy's grave!" his voice boomed like thunder, deafening my ears. "He's not my boy toy, Martin. He's my boyfriend, and I like h~" Again, I was cut off, but not by his fist this time. His kiss ravished my mouth like I was his last meal. Before I could say something, my hands, like they had minds on their own, were slowly wrapping around his head. My tongue slid inside of his mouth while a moan escaped from me, making him deepen our kiss. When we stopped, we both gasped for air. "Do you like him?" he asked, his eyes fixed on mine. "Martin, I..." I suddenly lost my tongue. "I'll count till three. You must answer well, or I'll tell Luke to shoot him now!" "What?!" I asked, shocked. "Martin, what did you do to him?" I pleaded with my eyes, which became watery, but he just sneered. "Worried, huh?!" as he was about to call someone, I grabbed the phone and shouted... . Dakota Weasly was an easy-going, independent fashion designer from New York. She was strong-headed, who never stopped till she got what she wanted. This charming young lady accidentally bumped into the notorious mafia leader, Martin Marcini. The leader of Scared-faced Gang, one of the scariest mafia in Italy. . What could happen when an easy-go-lucky young lady played the heart of the scariest, gorgeous young man in the state?
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Sharon Flores
Dakota can really be a great mafia Don coz she can twist Martin with her fierce and cunning attitude. She has lots of stuff in her sleeves. I can't wait to read a catfight between her and that Shantel. It's really an amazing story. I always look forward to your updates.
Ibon
I just started reading this story and I like the way it's written. It's full of twist and turn, and lot's of mystery (characters) to solve. Also, Dakota and Martin's romances are steaming hot kk. I like Dakota's character. She is not 'maarte'. She's a very natural woman. Well recommended. .........
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Hijacking My Home for His Ego

Hijacking My Home for His Ego

On New Year, my childhood friend, Maverick Kirk, asks for the passcode of my new home. Initially, I thought he wanted to give me a housewarming gift. But when I open the door, I'm stunned to see more than a dozen people gathering in my home. As Maverick smiles and approaches me, he makes sure to shoot me a look. "What are you doing here, Chloe? You're in luck—we're having a family dinner!" I just look very confused in return. Before I can even ask Maverick any questions, his girlfriend, Bianca Bennett, adopts a passive-aggressive tone instantly. "Is your childhood friend extremely charismatic? I'm curious as to how she managed to coax your home's passcode out of your mouth!" Maverick's expression turns grim instantly. "Chloe didn't coax it out of me! In fact, she got down on her knees and begged for it! She claimed that she didn't have anywhere else to live after she got into a big fight with her family and got kicked out of her home! You know how big of a softie I am, Bianca. I didn't think much about it when I gave her the passcode." Bianca's expression becomes one of disdain afterward. "Regular women aren't as shameless as her, you know. Maybe she's done the same thing to countless men just to obtain what she wants behind our backs." Maverick gives her a thumbs-up immediately. "Wow, you really are smart, babe! Previously, Chloe had stripped naked and begged me to buy her her favorite bag! I told you what happened afterward last time." Bianca covers her mouth and starts giggling. "Oh, so that was her, huh? She really is shameless!" The sight of Maverick's despicable face pisses me off to no end. So, I rush over and slap him right away. "Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you make my home your own while slandering me on the side! Now get lost!"
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Ang Madaldal na Sekretarya ni Mr. Sandrex

Ang Madaldal na Sekretarya ni Mr. Sandrex

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Unang araw sa trabaho ni Jean at hindi niya inaasahan na ang nakaaway pala niya sa shop ng kaniyang kaibigan ay ang magiging boss pala niya. “Good morning Ms. Jean Salazar! Remember me?” Sarkastikong sabi nito. At ako naman ay halos manigas sa kinatatayuan ko! At parang gusto ko na lang bumuka ang lupa at lumubog dito! Di ako makapag salita dahil parang walang lumabas na boses sa lalamunan ko, pinagpapawisan ako kahit ang lamig naman sa loob! Napakurap naman ako at tumikhim bago nagsalita. “Huh? Ah ehem,  g-good m-morning sir! I'm Jean Salazar sir! Nice to meet y-you!” "You can sit down Ms. Salazar baka sabihin mo wala akong manners?” sir Sandrex. “Po? si-sige po sir, t-thank you!” utal-utal kong sagot. “So Ms. Salazar, alam kong nagulat ka sa nalaman mo! Right? Na ang gago palang nakabungguan mo kahapon ay ang magiging boss mo ngayon!” sir Sandrex “S-sir! I...” “Ssshhh, Ms. Salazar don't worry I don't mix personal matters in my business!” sir Sandrex. 'Lord! Please gawin mo na kong invisible ngayon!' Binubulong ko to sa sarili ko habang nakatingin ako sa supladong lalaki na to! Aba, Malay ko bang siya pala ang magiging boss ko! Tadhana nga naman oo! Hinawakan nito ang magkabilang armrest ng upuan at inilapit ang muka sa akin! Na halos na aamoy ko na ang mabango nitong hininga at ang pabango nito na alam kong mamahalin! Ang lapit ng muka niya na halos ilang dangkal na lang ay lalapat na ang matangos niyang ilong sa ilong ko! Lord! Please ibuka mo na talaga ang lupa! Now na! “Afraid of what I'm going to do Ms. Salazar? Look straight into my eyes! And tell me what you said yesterday!” Sir Sandrex with his husky voice.
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A Transactional Mom: I Collect Payment Ten Years Later

A Transactional Mom: I Collect Payment Ten Years Later

My mom has been brainwashing me with her "quid pro quo" rule. Apparently, I must work hard in earning money just to get whatever I want. A round of doing the dishes earns me 50 cents. Mopping the floor once grants me one dollar. If I get a full score in my exams, that'll be five dollars. In order to buy a pair of white sneakers that I had had my eye on for a long time, I spent three months picking up trash from the streets. I lived like a maid who was paid on one-time services in this home. When I was a high school senior, I fainted during my homeroom period due to long periods of malnutrition. Even though my doctor suggested to my mom to pay attention to my nutrient intake, she began calculating the costs in front of my sick bed instead. "Your hospitalization costs 300 dollars. On top of that, you have a 200-dollar medical bill to settle. All of these costs will be reflected on your wedding gifts in the future, Emily." But when I turned my head, I saw a student sitting on the bed being fed chicken noodle soup by her own mother. Said mother was so heartbroken by her daughter's illness that she kept shedding tears as well. At that moment, my outlook on the world, that I had been maintaining for 18 long years, finally crumbled into dust. It turned out that not all children needed to work hard just to feel their parents' love. After getting discharged from the hospital and returning home, I finally sobered up the moment I noticed the sneakers that my younger brother, Arnold Baird, wore that cost several thousands of dollars. Then, I tore the family portrait into pieces and didn't hesitate to fill in the university that was located the furthest from home when it was time for me to submit my post-graduation details. Ten years later, my mom calls me on the phone. She starts crying to me how Arnold has swindled her out of her pension. Apparently, he's even sold the house just so he can elope with his girlfriend. Not only is my mom alone now, but she doesn't have a place to stay as well. I just smile as I throw her a piece of rag. "You want to live with me, huh? No problem. You'll earn 50 cents for every window you wipe. You can earn your rent like this."
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IRREPLACEABLE - MY CEO BOSS IS MY LOVER BOOK 2 (THE NEW GEN)

IRREPLACEABLE - MY CEO BOSS IS MY LOVER BOOK 2 (THE NEW GEN)

Kasalukuyang nasa bar si Heaven at nagpapakalasing. Kaka-break lang nila ng nobyo dahil nahuli niya ito at ang bestfriend niyang nakapatong sa isa’t isa sa mismong pamamahay niya! Nasaktan siya, hindi dahil naagawan siya ng boyfriend, kundi nasaktan ang pride niya dahil isang pipitsuging lalaki lang ang nakagawa noon sa kanya. Kung tutuusin, hindi niya kailangan ng lalaki sa buhay. Shes an independent woman, mabubuhay siya nang walang lalaki dahil siya si Heaven Ferrer! "Hi..." Narinig niyang may nagsalita sa likod niya... isang lalaki. Umupo ito sa tabi niya. "Sorry na lumapit ako, ha. I know na gusto mong mapag-isa dahil tinapalan mo ng pera ang lahat ng nanggugulo sa'yo dito. Hahaha..." Napangisi siya sa humor ng lalaki. "Bakit, gusto mo rin ng pera?" biro niya. Pinagmasdan nya ito. Kahit na lasing na siya nababnaag pa din ang kagwapuhan ng lalaking nagpakilalang si Theo. Actually, napansin na din niya ito kanina pagpasok niya. Ang lakas kasi ng sex appeal nito. Lihim siyang napangiti sa naiisip. Bakit hindi siya magwalwal sa gabing iyon? Gagamitin niya si Theo para sa kanyang plano. Gusto niyang makatikim ng lalaki sa gabing iyon. At kapag maisagawa na niya iyon, magpo-focus na siya sa buhay nya. Magpapawasak siya sa gabing iyon para hindi naman siya matawag na desperate virgin. At pagkatapos noon, hindi na siya magbo-boyfriend. She can live without a boyfriend anyway! "Theo, can you bring me to your place?" diretsahang sabi niya. Napaubo si Theo sa sinabi niya. "Huh?... Why?" "You know what I mean..." malanding wika niya. Alam niyang type siya ni Theo kaya imposibleng aayaw ito sa gusto niya. "A-are you sure?" "Ayaw mo ata. Sige, I will find someone else..." wika niya saka akmang tatayo, pero pinigilan siya nito. "Wait!..." Hinawakan siya nito sa braso. "Let's go..."
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Analyn Bermudez
thank you sa update Ms A...may twist nga na binigay ni Ms A...kaso Ms A wag mo nmn gawin martir at Tanga Ang mga Bida..baka mmya Ang nangyari kagaya ung nangyari before..at sana wag Basta Basta maniniwala SI Theo na anak niya bata ipDNA test Ng lihim pra di Siya maloko
Nimpha
sorry po madam e good bye Kuna sa library ko po paramabawasan Ang puyat ko sa kakahintay po na Wala nmang update nagging low blood na Ako dahil lagging late na makatulog sa pag hihintay Ng mga update sa mga binabsa ko po kaya Ang ititira ko UNG always updated at Maaga mg update good byirreplaceable
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For His True Love, He Lost His Throne

For His True Love, He Lost His Throne

I gave up on my inheritance right during the time my love for Matteo Rossini ran the deepest. When I was about to leave, Papa looked at me before saying lightly, "I bet that you'll come home in three years." Back then, I didn't take his words to heart. After spending three years overcoming life's hurdles with Matteo, he finally becomes the Don of his family. On the day the inheritance party is to be held, I decide to wear a dress that I've treasured for a very long time but never had the heart to wear. But the moment I walk into the banquet hall, I see Matteo holding hands with a radiant young woman. She's Isabella Ginevra, a popular socialite in the elite society. Isabella flits among the guests charismatically, as though she were the lady of the house. She's capable of engaging in any conversational topic, be it finance strategies or channels to obtain firearms. I try to participate in a conversation, only for Isabella to cut me off with a titter. "I thought you've been spending the past few years being cooped up indoors. It turns out that you know a thing or two about these topics, huh?" Everyone around us falls silent for a brief moment. My expression freezes on my face. Then, I turn to look at Matteo subconsciously. But he doesn't even bother looking my way. Instead, he merely says softly, "We're talking business here, Bianca. You should sit with the other ladies." I clench my fists instantly. But in the end, I opt to not say anything and just walk away. Through the throngs of the guests, I can see Matteo and Isabella chatting animatedly with each other in low tones. For once, Matteo looks relaxed and at ease—an expression that I haven't seen for a long time. Suddenly, I hear a guest remarking, "If someone like Ms. Ginevra were to become the Donna, she'd be of great help to the Don." A chorus of agreements ring out around him. Matteo just smiles in return, though he doesn't deny that remark. In fact, he even toasts to Isabella and drinks to her in front of everyone. That's when I draw to my feet and walk over to snatch the glass out of his hand. "I think so too. In that case, she can have the position as the Donna, then."
Maikling Kwento · Mafia
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The Don's Hidden Heiress: Last Week Alive

The Don's Hidden Heiress: Last Week Alive

When I drink the amber-colored poisonous wine, I can hear the joyful melody of a toast song coming from the manor. The wedding between Emanuela Romano and my ex-fiance, Benedetto Martini, is being held there right now. The elderly butler, Vincenzo Romano, puts away the wine glass with a blank expression. The way he speaks is as somber as one sounds when they give a speech at a funeral. "You know the Don's will very well, Ms. Andreotti. Five years are officially up, yet neither Mr. Andreotti, Mr. Martini, nor Dr. Foscari is willing to pledge their loyalty to you via the blood vow. According to the rules, you must take your own life within seven days. "The Don had left the Ashwine to you as a means of protecting… what little pride you have." Scorching pain begins spreading from my throat. I just smile at Vincenzo in return. Pride? Does a bastard spawn of a loose Iernian woman deserve to retain pride of any sort in the cruel Andreotti family? I begin making my way toward the banquet hall, which is brightly lit. As I walk past the shimmering waters of the pond in the family garden, I can tell that the waters are insanely cold. Then again, nothing is as cold as my icy heart right now. After taking a deep breath, I fall face-first into the pond… only to feel an iron-clad grip wrenching me backward. As such, I collapse onto the lawn heavily. My older brother, Alessandro Andreotti, has bits of grass covering his expensive suit. Disgust is written all over his handsome face. "Eva!" he grits out through his teeth, his voice lowered. "Must you spoil the mood on Emanuela's big day?" He then scoots closer to me, his alcohol-tinged breath fanning over my face. "You want to die, huh? Go ahead and do that, but can you die somewhere further? Don't stain the Andreotti land!" Alessandro turns to walk in the direction of the radiant lights, leaving me on the lawn, completely covered in mud. I can feel the countdown of my lifespan burning my insides. Seven days… I only have seven days to live. Meanwhile, my very own brother wants me to die somewhere further away.
Maikling Kwento · Mafia
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Counting Pennies, Losing Daughters

Counting Pennies, Losing Daughters

On the night of New Year's Eve, I wake up in a hospital ward with an IV drip connected to the back of my hand. A nurse passes me the hospital bill. "It's 300 dollars in total, including the emergency treatment fee and the cost for a bottle of glucose drips." When I turn on my phone, I feel my heart sinking. I only have 29.01 dollars left in my bank account. The wallpaper of my phone is a countdown of my family contract's app. Today is the date when I have to renew my family contract for the year. In order to accumulate enough money to go home, I've been working as a staff member in concert venues. Earlier, I had collapsed backstage, so I was quickly sent to the hospital. The dial tone keeps beeping for a long time. Finally, my mom answers my call in what seems to be a noisy background. "Mom, I'm at the hospital right now. I need 300 dollars to pay the hospital bill." "You're at the hospital?" Mom's voice turns shrill immediately. "Why did you visit the hospital during the holidays? You really are a jinx!" "I fainted earlier. I was working at a concert venue—" "What? So, you refused to do chores at home during the holidays! Instead, you decide to work at a concert venue?" Mom interrupts immediately. "I don't have 300 dollars on me! You'd better come up with a way to pay that bill of yours!" "Mom…" My hand tightens around my phone. "Today is the last day of my family contract's renewal period. I'll renew the contract once I pay the bill." "Renew the contract, huh?" Mom just sneers at me. "That's a part of your duties! How dare you use it against me! Helena Lambert, if you don't renew the contract today, you can forget about calling me 'Mom'!" After that, she ends the call. I can only grip my phone to the point that my fingers turn white. After that, I tap on a social media app in hopes that I can borrow money from my friends, only to see the latest post on the social media feed. My younger sister, Hannah Lambert, has posted a photo collage there. "I'm here with my parents to watch my favorite singer's concert! Snagging tickets to the first-row seats is definitely worth it!" The background of those photos is the same concert venue where I work part-time at. It's the most expensive venue in town. Apparently, tickets cost 2,900 dollars each.
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