Tagalog Monthsary Message

Quand il m'est arrivé une crise d'appendicite, mes parents, mon frère et mon fiancé étaient tous occupés à fêter l'anniversaire de ma petite sœur. Allongée devant la salle d'opération, j'ai appelé désespérément toute ma famille et mes proches, espérant trouver quelqu'un pour signer le consentement d'opération, mais chaque appel s'est conclu par raccrocher. Mon fiancé, Guillaume, m'a envoyé un message après m'avoir raccroché : « Charlotte, arrête de ton caprice. C'est le passage à l'âge adulte aujourd'hui pour Doria. On en parlera après le banquet s'il y a une urgence. » En lisant son message, j'ai tout compris. J'ai posé mon téléphone et ai signé calmement le consentement moi-même. C'était la quatre-vingt-dix-neuvième fois qu'ils me négligeaient pour s'occuper de Doria. J'ai décidé d'arrêter de mendier leur attention. Je n'étais plus triste de leur favoritisme. Au contraire, je me pliais à toutes leurs demandes. Ils pensaient tous que je suis devenue sage et obéissante, mais ils ignoraient que j'étais sur le point de les quitter pour toujours.

- TAGALOG NOVEL- Nang magdisi-otso anyos si Lara, nagpakasal siya sa isang lalaking pakakasalan dapat ng ate niya labing isang taon na ang nakararaan. Pero hindi dumating sa araw ng kasal nila si Miguel Villareal at ipinaabot lang ang mga dokumentong kailangan niyang pirmahan. Five years later, hindi pa rin nagpakita kahit na minsan ang asawa niya sa kanya. Kaya naman naghamon na siya ng hiwalayan. But when Migo learned of her wish to end their marriage, he disagreed to set her free. Pinagtrabaho siya nito sa kompanya nito pero bawal niyang ipagsabi na asawa siya ng may-ari. Bukod pa ro'n ay sa pinakamababang pwesto siya nito pinagsimula. At idagdag pa na wala pa ring pagkakataon na makita niya ito sa trabaho. Offended and hurt, Lara demanded him to sign their annulment papers and be done with their marriage. Pero hindi niya inexpect na susugod ang CEO sa cubicle niya para lang punitin sa harapan niya ang mga papeles na pinadala niya rito. But what shocked Lara most was how devilishly handsome her husband, Miguel Villareal was! Did she really want to annul their marriage? Would meeting him again for the first time after so many years be the start of something beautiful between them, husband and wife? Or would the truth behind Migo’s decision to keep her away from him tear her apart? After all, Migo was a powerful man and behind every man of that status was a kryptonite his enemies were so eager to find.

Pour sauver les trois hommes les plus importants de ma vie, j'ai conclu un pacte avec la Déesse Lune. Ma vie contre la leur. Si je parvenais à faire en sorte que l'un d'eux m'aime sincèrement dans les cinq ans, je pourrais survivre. Mais au dernier jour du compte à rebours, tous les trois éprouvaient encore de l'aversion envers moi. Selon les règles, j'avais échoué. Ma vie allait être effacée. « Déesse Lune, pourrais-je envoyer un dernier message ? Une ultime tentative ? » Peut-être par pitié, elle m'a accordé cette chance finale. Ce message était mon dernier espoir. J'ai appuyé sur le bouton vocal dans notre groupe de discussion, luttant pour garder ma voix stable. « Pourriez-vous m'aimer ne serait-ce qu'un peu ? Je vais vraiment mourir. » Après un instant de silence, leurs rires impitoyables ont retenti. « Tu ferais n'importe quoi pour rivaliser avec Lydia et attirer l'attention, c'est ça ? » « Arrête tes mensonges. Ça ne fait que nous dégoûter davantage. » « Si tu as si envie de mourir, alors vas-y, fais-le. » Mission échouée. Je leur ai donné exactement ce qu'ils voulaient. Mais au moment où j'allais mourir, ils ont tous paniqué.

It was something that Lissa had wanted ever she laid eyes on their newly appointed supervisor over the small but continuously growing company that she works for. He's gorgeous as hell. And everybody wants him. Sometimes, Lissa even thinks about whenever she 'plays' with herself. But of course, everything that she fantasies will remain as a fantasy. That supervisor of hers is bisexual and prefers to do the deed with men. But that's until she hears a little something from a little birdie in the table next to her. "Karma is a bitch, and revenge is best served cold --- bitter and kicking." As the messed up relationship between Anthony and Lissa grows passionately everyday, a text message from an unknown number will disrupt their lives. The text message contained a few sentences, something vague and Anthony thought it was only a scam for there are so many opportunistic folks in the world. However, the next day when he turned up for work with Lissa holding his hand, a certain woman wearing a Burgundy lipstick rattled him to the core. It was Tessa. Armed with vengeance and a story that could potentially destroy the empire Anthony's father has built. "So... what's your plan now, Mr. Lee?" Tessa leaned closer, whispering words laced with venom to his ear. "Will you cave in, or... would you like the world to know what kind of twisted son a of a bitch you really are." Anthony swallowed, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His head was spinning and his world was crashing and burning and breaking in different places. And so it's true, Karma comes after everyone eventually. And this is his. "What do you want?" Tessa licked her lips then smirked. "Isn't it obvious?" She chuckled, her fingers traveling down his pants. "You."

It was a remarkable experience that inflicted pain to Pastel Noreignhae Syjuco's life. She suffered torment and trauma in the hands of his ill brother. The life she has wasn't heaven at all. It was purely hell. The wildfire conflagrated flames of relentless dissolvement of her hope to live. Through art, she make used of it as a platform to unchain herself from all the thorns and fangs of life. Symbolic figure calling for help.. Dark colors of nightmare.. A dying flower.. Love.. Yves Honorario deciphers all the embedded message of her art. He was her savior. Her shield. Her hope amidst turmoil. Their love story wont stay forever in a plain portrait. It will be carve in real life.

"I'd rather die than watch you sit on the throne of Camelot with that wolf!" Nadia's once sweet mother stated in fury. She had not been this way until after she got pregnant for the king's brother. Now she would stop at nothing but to see that Her dignity and long time secret is protected, even if it meant preventing the heir to the throne from taking her rightful position. But pleasure and esctacy cannot be curtailed, expecially when it is on one's Beck and call…. One cool evening she couldn't help but lustfully savour the body of her lover, letting him do to her as he pleases. But Nadia storms in on them with an important message and is shocked to see her mother The Queen making out with her uncle…

Despite a decade of marriage, Simon never once shared my bed, claiming that he had pledged himself to ascetic practices and that it was beneath him. I thought that he suffered from some shameful ailment and guarded his secret like a devoted fool, until my birthday, when I came home to find him entangled with a brothel worker before the floor-length mirror. When I lunged forward in rage, he drove a shard of that broken mirror straight through my heart. When I awoke, I was gripping my phone, its screen illuminating a message Simon had just sent: [I’ll still give you a lavish wedding, but the marriage certificate? That belongs to her.]

My fiance, Victor Blackwood, is a mafia boss who rules the country's underworld with an iron fist. To the rest of the world, he is the epitome of power. Yet to me, he is the embodiment of love. But I do not realize the cost of loving a man like him. On Valentine's Day, I cook his favorite dishes and wait for him to come home. However, time passes, and his chair stays empty. Uneasy, I go to Queenie Stone's social media page. She is Victor's foster sister. She posts, "All I said was that I felt lonely, and he came right away. "Even when I accidentally spilled wine on him, he didn't mind. Victor is still someone who puts family first, even if it means neglecting his lover. "He never lets me down. I hope things stay that way." In the photo, Victor's shirt is soaked at the waist. Queenie's handkerchief lingers near his most private parts, but he doesn't pull away. He merely looks at her affectionately. I do not make a fuss and give Queenie's post a like. Then, I send Victor a message that reads, "Let's break up." Victor ignores it as always. Later, I discover that when my breakup message popped up, he had said offhandedly, "Vivienne can't live without me. She's just acting out. "If I ignore her for a few days, she'll come crawling back by herself. She's easy to please." What he doesn't know is that I was easy to handle only because I once loved him. But now that I have decided to leave, he cannot make me turn back, no matter how he tries to win me over.

After twenty years of knowing and loving my destined mate, Alpha Martin, we were finally about to get married. On the eve of the wedding, He skillfully picked out the lipstick shade I wanted from my makeup bag. That's when I knew: Alpha Martin had someone else. That girl was wearing the custom evening gown I'd prepared for the wedding banquet, clinking glasses with Alpha Martin in a mate's toast. Our friends surrounded her, respectfully calling her "Luna." I didn't cause a scene. Instead, I called the hospital. "Dr. Fabian, please dispose of the eggs I had frozen." Then I sent a message to that girl. "Yvonne Jimenez, would you like to marry Martin Daniels in my place?"

Cassandra Morgan thought her exhausting life was finally over. She went to a high end party to celebrate her freedom from her father's debt, but woke up in the next morning in luxurious suite and a handsome man was sleeping soundly. "You." The woman eyed Casandra. “Why are you so pathetic and shameless to bite something that is far from your league.” Cassandra found her phone, the first thing she saw was the text message she received from Rachel. “I sold you off. Sorry.” The man was smiling under the soft and silky duvet. His eyes still closed tight but he heard everything and felt amused by the drama. His back was facing them but his ears were clear as the sky. You awake? fucking asshole?