Purely Roommates

Xalara Silvyn, a seemingly powerless girl from the Shadowveil slums, is claimed as a fated mate by Cassian Holt, heir to a powerful noble house of ember magic. After being brought to his estate, she discovers their bond was merely Cassian's temporary fascination. At his engagement gala to Vionna Kress, he publicly betrays Xalara, relegating her to servitude under his cruel fiancée. As Vionna systematically humiliates Xalara, the crystal pendant Xalara found in a hidden chamber beneath the Veil becomes her sole comfort. With help from Cassian's brother Verin, she learns the crystal may connect to House Silvyn—a noble family of essence-based primal magic supposedly destroyed centuries ago. When Vionna arranges to transfer Xalara for potentially fatal bond severance after her wedding to Cassian, Xalara's desperate situation takes an unexpected turn. During the wedding feast, she encounters Lord Elaric Nox, a feared shadow magic tyrant avoiding political marriage proposals. After overhearing his frustrations with traditional arrangements, Xalara's impulsive quip "Where do I sign?" intrigues him. Elaric's emissaries arrive at the wedding with a formal offer—a contract marriage of mutual benefit. Elaric gains a shield against political marriage pressure while offering Xalara protection from Vionna and access to knowledge about her crystal and heritage. Their three-year contract specifies a purely practical arrangement with no emotional obligations. At House Nox, Xalara begins training in essence magic under Elaric's guidance, discovering her "minor" warming ability is actually rare primal magic thought extinct. As she awakens to her true abilities and learns about her possible connection to House Silvyn, the bond with Cassian naturally fades. Meanwhile, a complex but respectful dynamic develops between Xalara and Elaric as they navigate their unconventional arrangement.

CONTENT WARNINGS: Past trauma and revenge. Explicit sexual content. NB: Any resemblance to a real person or actual event is purely coincidental. —----------------- “I’ve been jerking to your photo every night for five years,” Tristan's calloused hand guides me along his crotch. “Aren't you happy to see me, Bunny?” “You murdered my father. Broke out of jail. Shot my fiancé at our wedding altar.” My voice flares. “Happy to see you?” “Because you’re the love of my goddamn miserable life,” he seizes my chin, forcing me to meet those frosty, possessive eyes. “The moment you said ‘I do,’ you became mine. You bear my hickeys, my ring, and my name. And it’s our wedding night, Husband.” Who chains their husband naked and dangles him from the top of a skyscraper on their wedding night?! Death isn’t romantic. I’m not a masochist. So why the fuck is my cock hard? Tristan grins, “Still lying to yourself?” I bite down on his lips. He doesn’t flinch even as blood trickles out. “Say that again and lose your tongue.” His grin widens with bloodied teeth. “Right, you're not into men… just me.” —------------- Tristan ‘Mad-Bishop’ Alister got busted by the Feds and locked away for five years. Now, he’s back to claim his obsession: Carlton Dickson. Tristan isn’t just Carlton’s captor. He’s Carlton’s former step-father, and their connection is more taboo than their forbidden affair. As Tristan serves justice to those who destroyed him, using ways that would make the devil shiver, Carlton is trapped between hatred and a dark desire he can’t escape. Can Carlton survive the truth of their relationship to each other? Or will they burn in the flames Tristan’s lit to consume everyone in his path?

This is work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living, or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Do not distribute, publish, transmit, modify, display or create derivative works from exploit the contents of this story in anyway; please obtain permission. ____________________________________ The stubborn girl Rainee Cleo Fonterraet Professor Kofi Salvacheera, the substitute of Mr. Dumagundong. Rainee Cleo is a strong, and sometimes snob but what if makilala niya si Professor Kofi na napakacharming. Magbago kaya ang ugali niya? Paano kung may mangyari sa kanila? Panindigan kaya siya? O itatakuwil na parang basura? "Kung pwede ko lang ibigay sa'yo lahat ng sakit na nararamdaman ko, gagawin ko. Hindi para saktan ka, kung hindi para malaman mo kung gaano kasakit ang talikuran ng taong minahal mo. I did not deserve what you did to me, nagmahal lang ako Prof. Kofi Salvacheera," - RAINEE CLEO FONTERRA "I want to love you, keep you, took care of you but I can't. I can't hurt a person like her, she's my fiancée and you're just a girl who feed my lust, Rainee. It's not love, it's just a full of lust." -KOFI SALVACHEERA Likidong nagpapatakan, luha at ulan... Na tila'y nagkaintindihan at sabay na naglabasan... Kung gaano kasakit ang kaniyang sugat sa pulsuhan, ay siya ring sakit ng sugat sa pusong duguan... Mga pusong nawasak na animo'y plorerang basag-basag.. Mabuo pa kaya ang nasirang pagsasama? Kung ang pusong nagmamahalan ay magkakahiwalay na? Samahan mo akong sumaksi sa saya, sarap at sakit ng kanilang pagmamahalan.... ••• COPYRIGHT ALL RIGHTS RESERVED I LOVE YOU, PROFESSOR 2020- RAINEE_NEE

“I had you first, and I won’t let any man get close to you!” -Dr. Kent Marcus Smith “I am Kent Marcus Smith, AKA Dr. Smith, 34 year old, a handsome cardiologist. Born in America but my heart is purely pinoy. They say I am a good person-that’s what they believe. What they don’t know is that, I have a dark secret. I met this girl, a beautiful young lady, took advantage of her weakness and innocence years ago, and now I'm back , I offered her to be my secretary and planned to completely make her mine”. “Hindi ko ito gusto, pero kinailangan kong gawin. Ipinangako ko sa sariling aayusin ang aking buhay sa kahit na anong paraan, lumaki ako sa magulong pamilya at ngayon, pinili kong tumayo sa sarili kong paa para makatakas sa kanila. Ako si Mikaela Ramirez, ang babaeng ibinenta ang sarili sa hindi ko nakikilalang tao sa edad na 20 at ngayon ito ay “Sugar Daddy” ko pa. Yes, hindi ko sya kilala dahil sa tuwing may mangyayari sa amin ay hindi ko sya nakikita dahil sa sobrang dilim ng kwarto. Isa ito sa mahigpit na Rule ng aking Sugar Daddy- Bawal ang may kahit na ano mang liwanag sa loob ng silid kung saan kami nag-kikita. Oo imoral akong tao, pero ito ang nagbigay pagkakataon sakin para makapag-aral ng Nursing sa Prestihiyosong Paaralan. Hangang sa makatangap ako ng letter mula sa kanya at sinabing-Hindi sya makikipag kita sa akin ng ilang buwan o taon pero siguraduhin ko daw na walang ibang gagalaw sa akin bukod sa kanya dahil tuloy-tuloy pa din ang suporta na ibibigay nya at sa pag balik nya, ihanda ko daw ang aking sarili. Should I be scared? Hmm I’m not, matagal na akong patay, pero kelangan ko lang mabuhay.”

Disclaimer:THIS STORY IS PURELY WORK OF FICTION. ALL CHARACTERS, NAMES, PLACE OR EVENTS MENTIONED IN THE STORY ARE USED FICTITIOUSLY, PLEASE DON'T ASSOCIATE THE CHARACTER TO THE ACTUAL PORTRAYER. >>> Naglalakad ako ng may marinig akong ingay sa bandang kusina. Nung una benaliwala ko lang yun pero ng may narinig ako iyak ng batang babae ay agad ko tinungo ang kusina dahil alam ko kung sino yung batang babae umiiyak. Pagdating ko ng kusina nakita ko umiiyak ang kapatid ko at bukod dun nakita ko rin na pinapagalitan s'ya ni Beatrice. Agad ko naman nilapitan ang kapatid ko para tanongin kung bakit s'ya umiiyak. "Yana anong ngyari? bakit ka umiiyak?" nagaalala tanong ko. Pinunsan nito ang mga pisnge n'ya bago ako sagutin. "A-Ate ako po kasi sinisisi ni ate Beatrice na kumuha ng necklace n'ya kahit hindi naman po talaga ako ang kumuha." sagot nito sa tanong ko habang umiiyak. "At talagang masisinungaling kapa bata ka! eh! Ikaw lang naman ang pumasok sa kwarto ko bago mawala yung necklace ko!" asik ni Beatrice sa kapatid ko. Hindi ko maiwasang hindi s'ya patulan sa pagbibintang n'ya sa kapatid ko. Alam ko hindi magagawa ng kapatid ko ang binibintang n'ya dahil hindi ko ganon pinalaki ang kapatid ko. "Ano ba Beatrice? Bakit mo naman pinagbibintangan yung kapatid ko? Eh wala ka naman ebendinsya na s'ya ang kumuha ng necklace mo!" sabi ko sa galit na tuno. Pagak itong tumawa bago muling nagsalita. "AT TALAGA KINAKAMPIHAN MO PA YANG KAPATID MO MAGNANAKAW" asik nito sa akin at sa kapatid ko. "Opss! Nakalimutan ko palang anak kayo ng mga magnanakaw! Mga mukang pera! gold digger!" sambit nito sa mapangasar na tuno. Sa puntong yun hindi ko na napigilan ang galit ko. Idamay na n'ya ang lahat wag lang ang kapatid ko at lalong-lalo na