So Naiiyak Ka Because

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"What's wrong with us making love Clark? I.. I like you, kaya anong mali sa gagawin natin?" Halos manginig ang kanyang boses. He smile weakly saka inayos muli ang kanyang roba. "Someday you'll going to thank me for not making love with you tonight." Iyon lang at tuluyan na itong tumalikod at tinungo ang pinto. "No Clark.." She whisper. Papalabas na ito. "Someday you'll going to regret not making love with me tonight." Puno ng pait na sambit niya. -----<<>>----- Hanggang saan ang kaya mong tiisin para sa pag-ibig? Ano ang kaya mong ibigay para sa pagmamahal? Paano kung ginawa mo na ang lahat ay hindi pa rin sapat? Arabella Santana, the sole heiress of Don Armando Santana, a billionaire magnate. Spoiled rotten by her father. What Arabella wants... Arabella gets. But not Simon Clark Dela Fuente. Tahasan pa rin nitong tinanggihan ang kanyang pag-ibig kahit handa niyang ibigay ang lahat-lahat.

Hindi agad nakukuha ni Sebastian ang mga gusto niya sa buhay ng hindi ito pinaghihirapan. Laki siya sa isang squatters area at may kaya lamang sa buhay. Pagkatapos nito sa kolehiyo at makapasa sa Civil Service Exam ay nakakuha siya ng magandang trabaho bilang isang Support Specialist sa BIR tuwing umaga at ang kanilang pangarap ng kaniyang mga kaibigan na makadevelop ng sarili nilang laro ang inaatupag niya tuwing gabi. Bilang pangako sa kaniyang magulang ay nag-iipon siya ng malaking halaga upang maipaayos ang kanilang munting tahanan na kaniya ring inaasam. Habang naghihintay sa kaniyang katrabaho sa isang fountain ledge ay may isang magandang dalaga na bumihag agad sa kaniyang puso't paningin. Paano kaya niya mapapasagot ang dalaga kung wala pa siyang kayang patunayan sa lahat? Lalo na't ang kaakibat ng pagmamahal sa dalaga ay kailangan lumalangoy rin siya sa dagat ng kayamanan. Mananaig pa rin ba ang puso sa isang taong mayroong pitakang butas?

⚠️ Contains emotionally intense and mature themes. (R 18+) "Look at me, Hazel." Diego approached, his breath burning Hazel's ear. "I only ask for one thing... beg me." Hazel shook her head, her knees trembling. "No... you can't—" Diego smiled faintly, darkly, full of triumph. "If you beg... I will never let you go." Hazel Anne Quinn, 24 years old — a small-time journalist who no one takes seriously. Living a mediocre life, abandoned since birth, and writing erotica as a ghostwriter at night to survive. No one ever wanted Hazel... until Diego Ronan Blake appeared. A senior actor and tycoon at 34, a man who makes the world bow down and causes women to fight to be his. But Diego becomes obsessed with the one woman who avoids him — Hazel's grayish-green eyes, filled with fear yet a hint of defiance, make Diego lose control. For Diego, Hazel isn't a fantasy — she is a necessity. He wants Hazel as his, body and soul, and this obsession drives him to tear down the walls that have protected Hazel, only to rebuild them with himself at the center. Hazel can be afraid, can hate, can resist... but as long as she doesn't beg, Diego will never stop. Because once Hazel gives in — even just once — Diego will never let her go.

When my husband accompanies his childhood sweetheart to the vet to treat her pet fish, my son accidentally spills his drink on her. My husband watches as his childhood sweetheart's eyes redden. Then, he slaps my son hard and throws a stack of cash at him. "This is your chance to make up for your mistakes. Buy Wendy a dress—make sure it's white!" My son dries his tears while holding onto the money. He roams the streets, searching for a white dress in the middle of the night. When he finally finds one, he ends up getting beaten to death by some drunk hooligans. Even in death, he clutches the bloodied skirt tightly. I burst into tears of despair as I hold onto his body and call my husband over a dozen times. However, he's too busy with his childhood sweetheart's fish. He blocks my number. When he finally calls me back, he sounds icy and angry. "Wendy is still waiting for that dress! Where has the little brat gone to? Can't he even handle such a simple task?"

Valentine's Day. I was stuck on ER duty at Brighton City Hospital. Theodore Madoff, who was supposed to be working late, strolled in carrying his student—Cecilia Kuntzer. She had red marks everywhere and that smug little smirk. "Relax, Mrs. Madoff. Just stomach pain. Lucky me, Prof. Madoff rushed me here." Theo pushed me to treat her. Turns out? She was pregnant. From rough intercourse. And the dad? Theo. My husband. The same guy who'd sworn off kids with me for ten years. Felt like a punch to the gut. But I still saved her baby. Next day, she uploaded a video—ID in hand, cheesy PowerPoint, accusing me of malpractice. Claimed I killed her kid. Then Theo asked for a divorce. Priscilla—his mom—stormed the hospital, shrieking about her dead grandbaby. She brought a mob. All these "righteous" strangers who stabbed me to death. Right there in the ER. I died with my eyes wide open. Then—bam—I woke up. Valentine's Day. Again.

The youngest billionaire in town with looks of Adonis and everything at his feet desired just one thing more in life. His perfect match. He wished for a wife whose beauty would turn heads, a smile which would lighten up his world and figure which would curve perfectly under his fingers. A beauty who spoke with etiquette and made him proud. But he got her A mediocre girl with average looks, fierce personality and no curves. Outspoken and downright rude. She was everything he didn't want his wife to be like. But who could defy when their souls were bound by threads of fate. She was insecure And he fueled it further She considered herself inferior to him And he used every chance to make it a belief. She had a beautiful delicate golden heart And he made sure to taint it black and crush it under his Gucci shoes. She was his not so beautiful wife And he made sure that nothing left of her could be ever considered beautiful. "I will taint every damn fibre of your body my dear Elle...every bit of it till you beg me to divorce you" -Ashton "I will love every flaw of you my dear husband ...each and everyone till this heart beats for you" -Elle BEAUTY SERIES: Book 1 His not so beautiful wife Book 2 His Scarred Beauty

Fear  Noun 1. a distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain, etc., whether the threat is real or imagined; the feeling or condition of being afraid. Synonyms: foreboding, apprehension, consternation, dismay, dread, terror, fright, panic, horror, trepidation, qualm. Until that night, Kinsley never knew true fear, never felt terror. She could taste the fear on her tongue, salty with a hint of copper, her throat felt constricted. She wanted to scream but the terror was too thick in her throat, coating it to the point of near suffocation. She was prey and he was the hunter who never failed. Verendus was powerful, a ruthless and cruel Boss, he did not fail and he did not quit. Kinsley Anderson was a woman he coveted, and he would stop at nothing to claim her. He had the means and the manpower to pursue her to the ends of the earth and he would do it, claiming her once and for all.

Daria is a nun who has never followed her heart or stepped out of the lines. Bedtime is strict, alcohol is forbidden, relationships are out of the question, and Daria has devoted herself entirely to her faith and the church—until she is diagnosed with cancer. Without money for chemotherapy, Daria decides to live life to the fullest, starting with kissing a stranger and breaking the rules of chastity. But wait, why does the man whose lips she has tasted look so familiar?!

He throws the paper on her face, she takes a step back because of sudden action, "Wh-what i-is this?" She managed to question, "Divorce paper" He snaps, "Sign it and move out from my life, I don't want to see your face ever again, I will hand over you to your greedy mother and set myself free," He stated while grinding his teeth and clenching his jaw, She felt like someone threw cold water on her, she felt terrible, as a ground slip from under her feet, "N-No..N-N-NOOOOO, NEVER, I will never go back to her or never gonna sing those paper" she yells on the top of her lungs, still shaking terribly,