The God I Know Novels & Stories

When my dad was still alive, my stepmother and stepsister treated me kindly, but everything changed after he passed away. They constantly tormented me, starved me, and made me do chores. I endured it for a long time because they would lock me in the house when they left, so I couldn't escape. But one day, they forgot to lock the gate, and I didn't waste the opportunity. I ran away from home, not knowing where I was going, until I met my husband-to-be, who was strict and cold, but his child was kind. I didn't regret being with them, but everything changed when his child's mother came back, and our peaceful life started to unravel.

They were eager to find me so I run They will use me for their evilness that's why I hide I grew up hiding my scent Controlling what's inside me I hide They seek Called by a lot of names The keeper The Goddess Daughter/Son The prophecy But one thing is for sure I am The Luna of the next Alpha

She's my childhood friend. My favorite obsession. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way about her. She was meant to be off-limits, that I could treasure but never touch. But the more I watch her, the more I crave her. She’s mine, whether she realizes it or not. I’ll pull her into my world, wrap her in my obsession, until she’s as consumed by me as I am by her. And when that moment comes, when she finally sees me for who I am now, there’ll be no turning back. Because some obsessions aren’t meant to be fought, they’re meant to be fulfilled.

If only I followed my heart at hindi ako nakinig sa sinasabi o tingin sa akin ng ibang tao maybe we are not like this. If only I chose him, he wouldn't be this monster that I feared the most. I'm Amilia Selene Torres-Pendleton, wife of Dylan Kasper Pendleton, CEO of the world's largest and richest bank. Didn't I mention that my husband is the nerd that I dumped? He is and he is ought to make me suffer pero I will not give him up this time. No matter how painful the revenge of my nerd husband will be. Written by: @KayeEinstein

I thought dating my boyfriend was complicated enough…until I realized his uncle was watching me… all the time. At first, I dismissed it as harmless curiosity, but his attention soon crossed every boundary, turning admiration into obsession. Every compliment felt loaded, every chance encounter calculated, and every smile… terrifyingly deliberate. The closer I get to him, the more dangerous it becomes… and I’m starting to wonder if I can ever escape his obsession—or if I even want to. “You were never his to begin with,” he murmured, his eyes dark with possession. “You’ve always been mine.”

Moans. I hear moans. "Ugh! Faster!" I covered my ears like an innocent child hoping that they would quite down. I ran back down the kitchen and drank a glass of water. I'm not paid enough for this. Thinking back and I was already regretting my life decisions— NOT! Now that I have discovered how much of a big womanizer this fiancée of mine is, I think I now have a reason to dump him. Disguised as his maid is so hard just to get intel unto what his true colors actually are. Honestly wasn't the best idea, but it definitely is the most efficient one. I sat on the counter of the kitchen and rested my head on the table over my folded arms. Perhaps a nap might help innocent me up. Just when slumber finally came, I heard sloppy footsteps coming down the staircase. The "young master" finally finished his business. I went to meet them at the bottom of the stairs to greet his lady friend safety on her way home. "I can't wait for tomorrow night," she said in a seductive tone and batted her lashes on him. I held back my urge to barf. Her arms are all over him as if she was the drunk one when in fact it was my good for nothing fiancé. "You're too loud," Timothee replied as it was his way of rejecting girls. And yes, another girl cried that night. She won't be expecting to sleep with him again. As the lady went out the door, I look at the young master. His hair wet, topless and jeans unbuttoned. "Don't drool over me, scullery maid." And with that he went back up. Jerk!

My father never believed me when I told him my stepmother and half-sister abused me every day. And all I wanted was to make him love me to the point I married the man he wanted for me... But for what cost? The superstar, Liliana Roxy, drugged me and I was accused of cheating. My mother-in-law killed my grandfather-in-law and I became the suspect. My husband hunted me as my father killed me out of shame. I was given a second chance and return to the day of my wedding. "I want a divorce! Give me my freedom back!" "You married a Machito, you die as a Machito." _______ [Update: 1 to 2 chapters a week] [Book Cover Artist: KircheLeaf] _______ Be Updated in FB: https://m.facebook.com/missfeuille ~Original Book Cover ~Original story ~All Rights Reserved

I hate his guts, ang bastos niya. Every time na magkikita kami para kaming mga aso't pusa. I told myself that, I won't fall for him. Then, one day kusa na lang tumibok ang puso ko sa kaniya and I can't help it. Should I give him a chance or not? Hahayaan ko na lamang ba na ang puso ko mahulog sa kaniya? Or do I deserve someone better than him?

"What is your biggest fear?" a friend casually asked as the tip of the bottle stopped at my direction. I smiled bitterly as I threw my head back, "Be forgotten..." I paused for a while bago lumingon sa kinaroroonan nang dating asawa. "By the man I love the most." It is so easy to create memories but the moment a person decided to forget about it, everything will be useless. And that's what I fear the most.

Sierah Garcia met a lot of men already, experienced a lot of heartaches, and even experienced the worst part of a relationship. What if a man came up and plotted to break her heart? Will she be able to accept and move on? I sighed, staring at him. "Is this yours?" he cluelessly asked. He was about to hand me my handkerchief, when I stepped back. "Yes. Thank you." Kinuha ko 'yon sa kamay niya tsaka ko siya mabilisang tinalikuran. "Sie.." I stopped when he called my name, I blinked a lot of times before glancing at him. By just calling out the nickname he gave me, it brings back a lot of memories, such as pain. "Y-Yes?" I responded. He licked his lips, he looked so serious. "When will I see you again?" I unbelievably stared at him because of his question, I closed my fist. "Never again,” I whispered and walked away real fast.