Race In The Philippines

That very night, she had lost everything, her parents and her sight, her life was no longer normal. It was a blur, a lonely blur. Autumn always thought her life was on repeat after her sight was taken away from her. She had no one but her best friend and the man that came and changed her life. Never in her life, she would've thought that someone would want to share their life with a blind woman like her. But there he was, Michael Adams, a rich well-known CEO. A man that has women worshipping the floor that he walks on. "He could've chosen any woman," she thought, but on that particular day, when his car almost ran her over. He chose her. He chose a blind woman. He chose Autumn Alexis

April and Zade were childhood friends, until the day they learned that they were fated mates. The Alpha's son rejected her and April was banished by the pack releasing a dormant curse to plague the wolves who treated her so badly. Now Zade is determined to get April back, but she is the key to a prophesy held close to the heart of a dragon lord, who has waited an eternity to be with her, and thus begins a race against time to win the heart of the future, as dragon and wolf compete for the rights to her heart.

What would happen when an innocent girl is sold to a brothel without her consent? Would her saviour provide her the freedom she wants or would she just tumble into another hell? ~~~~~~ Her life would take another turn when she will find out that he has a secret baby and will be forced to be his surrogate in return of her freedom ! ~~~~~~~ (Recommended for 18+)

On our wedding night, my husband didn't stay long enough to toast with champagne. He left me alone at the reception and retreated to the chapel. Because from the very beginning, this stoic, untouchable man had only ever loved my younger sister. For three years of my marriage, I poured myself into thawing a heart of stone, only to be met with glacial silence. "Claire," he said coldly, "I'd rather take vows of celibacy than ever love you." But when the truck came barreling toward me, the man who had resented me his entire life used his own body to shield mine. Just before I lost consciousness, I saw him gripping the paramedic's sleeve, blood staining his lips. "Don't tell that crazy woman who saved her… And don't let my family… make things difficult for her." Tears welled in my eyes. Only then did I realize I wasn't the only one at fault in this marriage. After coming back to life, I chose to join the United Nations Peacekeeping Forces and head straight to the front lines. If we were never meant to grow old together in this life, then let my final wish for him be this: A lifetime of peace, and an eternity of never crossing paths with me again.

Damara Irish Vertudez is a hardworking woman who has a dream of being a secretary ever since she was young. She grew up in Tarlac province and experienced a lot of things in life. She is from a family of farmers who are determined to take care of their farms. As she graduated from college 4 years ago, she left her province to apply for a job in the city, she gained a lot of experiences from working in different companies until she applied for the position of secretary of Brion Alaric Carter, a Filipino-Spanish and the billionaire CEO of Carter Casino-Resort. At first, she doubted herself because Carter Casino-Resort is a famous and number 1 Casino-Resort in the Philippines and has branches around the world. Natatakot itong pumalpak sa kauna-unahang bigatin na kumpanya na kanyang papasukan. She doubted that her experience is not enough to this company, lalo na't alam nito kung gaano ka-propesyonal ang mga nagtatrabaho rito at kung anong qualification ang kailangan nila. However, after hanging out with her friends the night after she applied, she received a call from the Carter Casino-Resort and told her that she's hired and qualified to be part of the company and to be the CEO's secretary. And there, she became the first loyal and outstanding secretary of CEO Brion Alaric Carter who's not letting her go. Along her journey being an outstanding secretary of a Billionaire CEO, she did realize that she's falling in love with her Boss already because of how he treats her. She kept on denying her feelings because he knew her boss could be that dangerous. Until a girl came between them who's addicted to her Boss. Could she fight for her feelings? Or let it all slide knowing the fact that taking a risk could be painful.

Grayson Harmon's childhood friend, Sophia Lexton, got into a car accident. She didn't just lose her memory—she came away with some post-traumatic stress disorder, too. That's what the doctors called it. They said we had to keep her calm, avoid anything that might upset her. So, for the sake of her recovery, Grayson asked me not to argue with her. To let her have her way, no matter what. She took my engagement necklace and moved into the little love nest Grayson and I had made our own. And on our wedding day, she threatened to kill herself, forcing Grayson to take her to the hospital. He looked at her bleeding out and said to me, calm as ever, "Brianna, I'll make it up to you after the wedding. I'll throw you an even grander one. Sophia is dying." Then he picked her up and walked away, never once looking back. If he had—just once—he might have seen something was wrong. He might have seen the blood soaking into my wedding dress.

J'ai enfin osée envoyer et déclarer ma flamme au gars qui hante mes pensées depuis 2 ans maintenant,celui qui paraît inaccessible au premier abord mais je continue d'éspérée que tout est possible,même un amour interdit

During an ambush, I risked everything to save Matthew, but in doing so, I lost the ability to stand—my legs were permanently damaged. Matthew was devastated. Holding me close, he swore he would love me forever and never betray me. Overwhelmed with emotion, I agreed to marry him. In secret, I sought medical treatment, and after a long, gruelling journey, the day finally came when the doctor told me I could walk again. Overjoyed, I rushed home, eager to share the incredible news with him. However, the moment I pushed open the door, my world collapsed. Matthew was fooling around with his female assistant—right there in our home. On our bed. Wrapped in each other's arms, they kissed passionately, completely lost in the moment. As things heated up, the woman gazed at him and murmured, "Matt, why don't you just leave that cripple? She can't satisfy you at all." "Don't you love the thrill of sneaking around? It wouldn't be nearly as exciting if I left her." A wave of icy rage surged through me. So that was what our marriage meant to him—nothing more than a twisted game, a joke between him and his mistress. Drained and heartbroken, I turned and walked out. That night, I booked a flight back to my hometown. I was done with this city. Let Matthew live with his regret.

My husband, Alex Walter, was the head of the Bodyguard Association. When I was about to be killed by the kidnappers, he was comforting his childhood crush, Susan Miller, who was sobbing in his arms. While the kidnappers stopped for a meal, I called Alex five times calmly. He was angry when he finally answered. "Susan was just rescued from the kidnappers, and she needs me. If you want me to come home, stop using your own kidnapping as some excuse to compete for attention. It is pathetic!" Hearing Susan's sweet and delicate voice in the background, I had no time to argue with him. Instead, I called the Bodyguard Association. The operator informed me that Alex had pulled all the city's bodyguards away thirty minutes earlier to rescue Susan. When the kidnappers returned, they mocked Alex's heroic efforts to save Susan, mobilizing the entire force for her. If I remember correctly, this was Susan's twenty-eighth kidnapping this month. As the kidnappers approached me with guns and tasers, I closed my eyes in despair. Before I died, I used all my strength to send Alex one last text message, [No matter what, I loved you. Move on from me.]

Wendy staggered forward at the hospital entrance. She held the Seventy Thousand Dollars she had received for selling her kidney. Her pale face carried a satisfied smile. That was enough to cure Lucas. She thought it was worthy to sell off her kidney for his life. She ignored her post-surgery weakness, and stumbled all the way to the hospital ward. Her heart ached even more as she looked at the frail man lying in bed. "Lucas, your lowly girlfriend is not around. Why put on a show?" "Shut up! I'm perfecting my acting. How else could I fool her?" A familiar, teasing voice came from inside. Wendy's hand froze on the door handle. What did he mean... by fooling her? Laughter and exclamations erupted from the room. "You're smart, Lucas! A fake medical report was all it took to make that woman believe you had cancer!" "I heard she handed over all her savings; all she had was only Eight Thousand Dollars!" "Eight Thousand Dollars? Lucas could simply spend more than that on a single bottle of liquor at the bar. Her money is worthless, yet she actually offers it."