Pretend In Tagalog Novels & Stories

sigaw ko “Iba parin talaga ang epekto ng may pa sorpresang halimbawa, tingnan mo nga naman ang daya ng mundo, kung sino pa ang masama siya pa ang mas pinapanigan ng swerte at kapangyarihan Hahahaha” pahalakhak nitong sambit. Nanginginig ang aking mga tuhod, ano pa ang kwenta ng aking buhay kung wala ng silang lahat, una si Ama patapos ang aking kapatid at ngayon si Ina naman?

Napamaang ako, hahayaan niya na lang na paniwalaan nila ang sinabi ni Marian? "Ayos lang 'yan! Masasanay ka rin, Ineng. Pumasok muna kayo!" "People speak tagalog here, minsan lang sila mag-Pangasinense." Xavion whispered while assisting me inside. "Are you still scared?" Umupo kami sa upuan na gawa sa kahoy. Sa kabila naupo si Marian at nakikipagkulitan na sa katabi, tingin ko ay kapatid niya ito.

You lock your bedroom door and close the window Indeed you know that there is no way to hide I get in from the door on the backside Baby, I'm your nightmare Sinubukan ni Gaia na wag pansini ang nakakakilabot na kantang ikinanta ng tinatawag ng kararamihan na--anghel.

I answered then I just feel that she's caressing my back. "It's okay, I feel you Kate." She said and I looked at her. "Katie." I corrected my name. "Sorry, I wanna call you Kate than Katie e, Kate is cuter." She said then clapped her hands with me. Looks like a kid. "Salamat." That means thank you in English, I wanna try speaking Tagalog sometimes though it's a little bit hard for me. "You are so natural Katie, your not that maarte thingy that your bashers are talking about." Oh? She know the things that my bashers always told me?

What the hell is he saying? "Matapobre? What is the meaning of it?" Tinignan niya ako mula ulo hanggang paa bago niya ako iningusan. "Kaming mga mahihirap lang ang nakaka-alam ng ibig sabihin niyan. Huwag mo akong tinatanong dahil hindi ko sasabihin." "Seriously Trexie?" Humalukipkip siya at tumingin sa unahan. "Seryoso ako Chanel. Kung ayaw mong itakwil kitang kaibigan huwag mo na ulit bibigkasin ang salitang iyan."

I said. "Sir, I don't understand ahm... speak English." He replied, D*mn it! nalimutan ko wala pala ako sa pinas, P*nyet*ng! (I forgot I'm not in the Philippines, mother f*cker!)

sagot nya Tumango tango ako, "Sige po. Ingat nalang po kayo ma" Mabilisan nya lang akong hinalikan sa pisngi bago sya lumisan sa paningin namin pareho ni yaya Vera "Ah mam, guto po ba kayo? May niluto ako dyan pang meryenda" pukaw sa atensyon ko ni yaya Vera Naupo ako sa pwesto na kaninang inuupuan ni mom, which is sa tabi ni yaya Vera

Anong ibig sabihin nun? "Kung hindi sana nila ginawa ang katarantadohan nayon ni manuel ay sana kami paren." Whhaaat the fuck!totoo nga na tatay ko si manuel? " kung sana ay hindi pumasok sa eksena si El john ay masaya sana kami! Ayon pala anag nangyare?! Sila ni mommy? May something?! Apaka ganda tlga ng ina ko! Si el john ay ang pangalan ng tatay ko or should i say tataytatayan ko!

My girl could not have been more wrong. "All of your things are still there waiting for you. Just know this..." I spoke directly just a few inches from her face, boring into her soulful eyes. "I have no intentions of letting you go." I swallowed hard. "If you come with me you're signing on for all of me, Brynne. I don't know any other way to be with you. It's all in for me. And I want it to be all in for you too." "All in?" She brought her palm to my cheek and held it there, her questioning look so genuine. I turned my lips to press them into the palm of her hand as she held my face. "A poker term. Means to bet everything you have on the cards you're holding. You're what I'm holding."

The invitation arrives in an envelope thick enough to pay rent. Gilded letters spell out: The Harrington Foundation Charity Gala. I stare at it on the kitchen table while Maya twirls the envelope like it’s a wand. “A gala,” she says reverently. “That’s code for free champagne and judgmental rich people.” “It’s code for humiliation,” I mutter. “I don’t belong in rooms like that.” “Correction,” Maya says, pointing with the envelope. “You pretend to belong. That’s the deal, right? Fake it till you make it.”