Stories In Tagalog

Ever heard the saying, “There is no secret that won't seek the light.” Nadia and Lyra are daughters born from the illicit affair between Senator Gideon Powell and Elizabeth ginger. Life for these ladies changes when their father dies and they are thrown into the trenches. Their mother is killed leaving the two alone. In order to save herself, Lyra abandons her sister at a child prostitution home disguised as an orphanage and goes to America. Through countless scheming, she ends up married to billionaire Adam Vanhelsing. Years later, Nadia enters are sister's life to take revenge using one of her sister's stepson Justin Vanhelsing, but ends up falling in love with another stepson, Eric Vanhelsing. Peace is lost. Tables are turned. Swords are drawn. Who will remain standing after the war? Will Love prove its power or would the Vanhelsings be destroyed?

I die in the basement after being burned by acid. My family doesn't recognize me, and they don't call the cops. My mother picks up the scalpel that hasn't been used in years and debones me. My father excitedly mixes my skeleton with concrete and turns me into an exquisite statue. My sister uses the sculpture she's made out of my flesh and portrays herself as a genius sculptor whom everyone admires. Later, the sculpture is shattered, revealing half a broken finger inside. That's when everyone panics.

««« WARNING »»»NOVEL INI MENGANDUNG UNSUR 19+ BAGI YANG BELUM MEMENUHI ⨂, TOLONG BIJAKLAH DALAM MEMBACA BEST REGARDS ****Namanya Jiyan, memiliki sebuah dendam karena tragedi masa lalunya. Masa lalu yang mengekangnya dalam rasa ketakutan, kesalahan dan dendam. Kematian sang ayah kala itu begitu menampar Jiyan. Dan di dalam hati kecilnya, ia akan melakukan hal yang sama dengan siapa pembunuh sang ayah. Namun, di tengah usahanya. Ia malah bertemu dengan Dhava, lelaki yang dulu pernah membantunya dalam masa keterpurukannya. Namun ketika kembali dipertemukan, Jiyan menganggap bahwa Dhava adalah sama dengan ayah lelaki itu. Sosok yang sudah membunuh ayahnya. Lalu, apakah Jiyan bisa memaafkan Dhava, kekasih sekaligus anak dari orang yang sudah membunuh sang ayah? Atau akan tetap membalaskan penderitaannya selama ini?

Natuklasan ni Jenna na ang BF niya ay isang gold digging fake. Naglasing siya and she passed out. Topher, another artist from work and a pretty handsome hunk, came to the rescue. Nang magising siya ay nasa bahay na siya nito, and he took care of her because he didn't know where else to bring her. Invited na makasama ito sa lonesome nitong Christmas Eve, she stayed. Nalaman niyang pareho silang broken-hearted, and one thing led to another… by morning they are lovers. Gumanti si Jenna sa kanyang manlolokong ex saka umalis para magbakasyon sa Bali. When she came back, she realized she couldn't forget Topher and their time together. Pero ang kaba niya na baka hindi sila pareho ng nararamdaman ay nawala sa unang sandali pa lang na nagkita silang muli, when he welcomed her with his hot, delicious brand of kiss. They couldn't get back to bed fast enough. Situations seem to help them to continue their fling secretly… and she told herself it was just rebound… nag-e-enjoy lang sila. They both deserve it. And yet, she is starting to feel like she couldn’t let him go anymore. And the problem with rebounds is they have an ex they couldn't move on from… you know. And Topher's ex wanted him back…

Shah Zain was holding her with one hand while opening his shirt button with the other hand. Meanwhile, he didn't let Minal separate from him for a moment. "Shah Zain please, it's not right time, it's too early." She was trying hard to control her unsteady condition, but who was listening to her? "Nothing is early Minal.... and today you can't stop me..... because today you himself come close to me." He picks her up in his arms and lays her on the bed. He bends on Minal while saying that. Feeling his lips on her neck, Minal feels like losing herself. "Shah Zain please....." For the last time, she tried to free herself from his hold. But Shah Zain again stops her from uttering anything. He just wants to feel Minal's closeness with himself. He wants to say how much he loves her.

My twin sister, wanting to be with her thug boyfriend, secretly planned to apply for a junior college. When I could not talk her out of it, I told our parents and managed to stop her. However, just a month into the new semester, her thug boyfriend cheated on her. She left a suicide note, blaming it all on the long distance between them. She wrote that if she had gone to that junior college, her boyfriend would never have cheated. Grief‑stricken, my parents turned all their rage on me. "You wretched girl, this is all your fault for meddling! What business was it of yours which school your sister went to? Even if she didn't go to college, we could still support her. We didn't need your big mouth!" "If it weren't for your spiteful tongue, your sister wouldn't be dead!" "We were cursed to have a vicious, unfilial daughter like you!" They locked me in her room, ordering me to repent. Then they took her ashes on a trip, saying they wanted her to see the beautiful mountains and rivers she never got to visit in life. A month later, they returned from their travels to find me long dead, starved to a withered husk in front of my sister's photo. Their eyes held no grief, no guilt, only a faint, scornful curl of the lips. In their eyes, my death was nothing more than justice served. My broken soul saw their icy expressions, and despairing tears burned my eyes. Then my sister's familiar voice rang out again: "What business is it of yours which school I go to? You're just jealous that I have a boyfriend, aren't you?"

Was lust equal to love or greater. She hates him yet her body sings at his touch, She despises him yet eager to warm his bed at night. Rayna couldn’t love the bad guy but she could want him, right? Sex was no longer enough for Carlos. He wanted Rayna’s body. As well as her heart. Theproblem was how to go about it.

Constant head splitting headaches, random joint pains,. dizziness and lightheadedness. it was symptoms I know just too well. The blue rose illness. The vile disease that robbed me of my mother. And now I think it's coming for my life too. My name is Ivy and I have the blue rose illness. Funny right? I can't believe I have less than thirty days to live. ************ Prince Emiliano "You are sick? Since when?" "I am sorry." "Keep that for later—I will never give you the permission to leave me. You can never leave me. Do you understand Ivy? Don't you dare."

I've been married to Shawn Ford for three years, and he's humiliated and insulted me throughout. When he's with his friend, he brags, "The woman my Uncle Cameron can't have is licking my boots. I want to laugh whenever I see her sucking up to me." It wouldn't ever occur to him that I'm frequently in his uncle's bed, covered in hickeys and love bites he leaves on my body.

What would you do if you stumbled upon a bride crying her eyes out minutes before the wedding, begging you to help her escape? You help her, of course. What would you do if you stumbled upon a drunken guy being mugged in the dark alley later that night? You help him too, of course. What would you do when you discover he was the same guy left hanging at the altar earlier that day? You regret everything, of course. What would you do when you start seeing that same guy everywhere you go? You fall in love, of course.