Rise From The Ashes Novel Novels & Stories

Chapter 11 Kinabukasan, dumating ang bagong impormasyon tungkol sa nangyari kagabi. Habang binabasa ko ang ulat, hindi ko maiwasang mag-isip nang malalim. Ang Red Roses—isang organisasyong bihirang kumilos nang walang matinding dahilan. Ang operasyon nila ay eksakto, walang palpak, at hindi nila pinapayagang may makalabas ng buhay kung hindi nila gusto. Pero bakit tila sila ang sumira sa plano ni Mila?

Baka papunta na ako sa pangarap kong maging botanist. Pero nandito ako sa hacienda, nakakulong, ginagawang kabayaran sa isang kasalanang hindi ko naman alam. At mas lalo pang nakakalito—kung bakit may halong proteksyon ang galaw ni Don Rafael kahit galit na galit siya sa akin. “Hindi ko na talaga kaya…” ~~~ FLASHBACK ~~~

CHENANIAH XYRAH’S POV Hindi na maibilang ang mga insidente na naganap simula’t muntikan na akong magahasa ni Mr. Tzu sa kanilang mansyon. Bagama’t nais kong puksain sa aking isipan ang nakakapangilabot, ngunit nakapagbigay sa akin ng romantikong damdamin nang ako’y ipinagtanggol ni Raze, ay hindi ko pa rin kayang humarap sa kaniya kahit isang linggo na ang nakaraan. Sa pangalawang pagkakataon, muli niya akong pinagbuksan ng pinto sa kaniyang kompanya nang pinunit niya sa aking harapan ang isinulat kong liham ng pagbibitiw. Hindi ko maipaliwanag at maunawaan ang aking sarili kung bakit naglaan pa ako ng oras para magbigay sa kaniya ng sulat ng pagbibitiw kahit alam kong sinibak niya na ako sa

Incoherent words are coming from each of them. Ang tunog ng paglamon ng apoy sa mga pananim na humalo sa hiyawan at sigawan ang prominenteng ingay na namayani sa paligid. It was defeaning. Nakakasakit ng kalooban ang namamalas sa ngayon. It was too heartbreaking. Her eyes are directed to that one man na sa unang pagkakataon ay kakikitaan ng pagsuko at pagkatalo habang nakatitig sa itaas, to the flying embers ascending to the night skies and falling back to the ground.

I am choosing to end whatever connection I have with him at this moment and to start a new life, hopefully with Evan this time. I have fallen, I have risen, and I have conquered. I have been a better version of myself, and now I am ready to fix the love and the life that I was supposed to have, and hopefully I can already have the happiness that I am searching for, and that is Evan Ruiz.

Ang liwanag ay tumama sa mata ko at sa harap ko, isang paraisong hindi ko inasahan. A private island. Pure white sand. Crystal-clear waters. And a massive, modern villa standing tall in the center. Heaven Island. “Welcome home,” he whispered. “This isn’t my home.” “Then I’ll make it one.” “You can hate me. You can curse me. But you will never leave me.” And in his arms, under the scorching sun and roaring waves, I realized... This isn’t a rescue. This is captivity wrapped in roses. And I… am starting to like it.

Pero mas lalong kumulo lang ang buong pagkatao ko sa nalaman ko, I'm the villain. What the f*ck! In my novel, I'm the villain. And the Main Characters were them, the triplets. Ang masasabi ko lang sa libro ni Raize... he's making fun of me. No major conflicts, many loopholes, and making me look bad inside the novel. I thought he was doing his best to help me forget about Red, but, wow! I'm surprised! Definitely shocked! What the f*ck. He created a novel full of crap.

"Now, my family should be ready. The worst nightmare of their life is coming. I will put all the things back to where it really belongs.." --- Fallen So Deep written by: HeneralAlcalde

CHAPTER ONE Fall of Izquierdo ㅤTHE air began to stifle and the once harmonious and joyous kingdom became radiant with pure heat – signifying abomination the rebels felt for the vampires who ruled the land. Skycrapers are no longer an eye candy because for the rebels, it was these colossal flames that seemed to reach the heavens. But how could they see it stretch further if smoke covered the skies to obscure the catastrophe in this very ground? “Hide in the forest as we fight against these rebels,” Arthur told her as he cupped her cheeks and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead.

[Rising from the Ashes] Ang dagundong sa ilalim ng lupa ay tila boses ng isang nagngangalit na higante. Sa bawat hakbang nina Vladimir at Ryella paitaas sa makitid na hagdanan ng lighthouse, ang init mula sa sumasabog na laboratoryo ay humahabol sa kanilang mga tumitid. Ang usok ay kasing-itim ng kanilang nakaraan, makapal at nakakasakal, ngunit ang kamay ni Vladimir na nakakapit sa pulso ni Ryella ay kasing-higpit ng isang rehas na bakal—possesive, desperado, at hindi bumibitaw.