Women Gone Wild

I'm the so-called 'Lady of Glory'—yeah, that girl from the Archbishop's prophecy. They said I'd bring endless glory to whatever Family I married into. But at our engagement party, my fiancé—Marco Falcone—swaggered onstage holding hands with his pregnant stripper girlfriend. Then he grabbed my wrist, dragged me forward, and made me kiss her hand. "Lola's the only woman I'll ever call my wife," he said with a smug little grin. "If you still want this marriage, your De Luca money better support her and the baby." I slapped him. Ripped the contract in half. Let it snow confetti. "Please. I can marry someone a hundred times better." Right when I was about to torch the entire Falcone Family, someone stepped out of the shadows. Marco's older brother, Dante Falcone. The one who'd been injured, underestimated, and pushed aside. He locked eyes with me, totally unfazed. "Signorina De Luca, do your words still stand?"

He accused her of seduction and was mean towards her after a one night stand. In retaliation, Mercedes threw a $1 note at him as payment for his service and a measure of his performance, which she graded to be below average. Meanwhile, her body ached terribly and her walls felt sore. Two days later, she walked to her new office and was sent to the board room to begin her as a personal assistant to the President. Her heart stopped when she realized that the man she ridiculed was Nathan Legend. The multi-billionaire devil everyone whispered about. Graciously, he pretended to not know her to her great relief. Yet, when she entered his office, he locked the door. His face carried no emotions, his eyes piercing, his voice chilled like ice. "You shall spend the rest of your life, paying for the insult you threw in my face, till I tear that $1 note off the wall." She shivered to his word and as if to read her mind, he seethed, "don't even think about resigning because, I would make sure, that no company employs you and if you run, I will find you."

Eight years ago, the Woodens' lives underwent an unprecedented change that altered everything good as they knew it. Rosalie, unaware that she had humiliated Victor when they were young, became a target for Victor, who privately destroyed her by reducing her to his servitude in bed with the help of his affluence! Eight years later, Rosalie, after reinventing herself, returned to face Victor... She reemerged sophisticated and in the arms of another man: "I am getting married! I do have your blessings, don’t I?" Victor held her down as forcefully as he often did eight years ago and spoke in a low voice: "You are the canary I've been nurturing for the last two years, and you will not fly away until I say otherwise." But the current Rosalie, like a wild rose with myriad flavors, would never be dominated by Victor, never again!

Seven years ago, I ignored my girlfriend's heart-wrenching pleas and ruthlessly severed our relationship. Now, after seven long years, she had risen to the top—and she was back, ready for her wedding. She didn't come home for mere celebration, though. She came for revenge. She obliterated the company my father had spent his entire life building and did not stop until she shattered his leg, forcing him to endure unimaginable pain. It was all so I'd be forced to go to her wedding and beg for forgiveness. But that wasn't enough. She wanted more. She hissed, brandishing a blade, "If Matthew's not here in ten minutes, I'll slice off a finger for every minute he's late." My autistic brother's fingers, the only way he could create art, became a bargaining chip in her sadistic game. Dad's anguished cries filled the air as he pleaded for mercy, but she was not done. She wanted to tear my family apart piece by piece. My mom, fragile and trapped in the haze of Alzheimer's, was next. Her mind, already slipping, crumbled under the relentless torment. She cracked, completely lost to the madness. With tears streaming down his face, Dad said, "My son died the day you left for abroad."

Sinovia Amora Villarreal, a girl that only dream is to make her parents proud of her. She will do anything to make her parents notice her, even they will decide to arrange marriage her to a guy that she didn't even know. How will she cope up with the situation? Will she accept what's happening to her life or for the first time in her life, she will refuse what her parents want?

"Run all you want, little wild rose… but you’ll never escape me." Nirvana’s life was supposed to be simple…until betrayal sold her to the devil himself. RAyNe St Trinity is cold, cruel, and untouchable, a man who rules the underworld with blood-stained hands and an unforgiving grip. Now, she’s his possession. A pawn in his ruthless game. She resists. He enjoys the challenge. She begs for freedom. He tightens his hold. But as the lines between obsession and desire blur, Nirvana realizes escaping RAyNe isn’t just impossible…it might be the last thing she wants. And when danger closes in, she’s forced to ask herself the one question that terrifies her most… What if the man she fears is the only one who can save her?

This summer, Louela realizes the heat isn’t the only thing that’s irresistible—so is her ex-boyfriend’s youger brother. -- After graduating college, Louela returns to her hometown for a well-deserved summer break. She plans to spend a carefree month with family, finally free from the pressures of school. But her relaxing getaway takes an unexpected turn when she reunites with Ivan—her ex-boyfriend’s younger brother. The once adorably grumpy little kid she used to tease has grown into a dangerously charming man, one who seems determined to catch her attention. Now, the summer heat isn’t the only thing making her breathless. Can Louela resist Ivan’s relentless charm, or will this summer become wilder than she ever expected?

I died beneath the Ferris wheel. The killer took a photo of the Ferris wheel and sent it to my mother. 'Mom, I want to ride the Ferris wheel with you too,' wrote the killer. In my mother's voice message, her tone was filled with hatred as she replied, "How dare you ask to ride the Ferris wheel with me when you killed your own sister? Why won't you just die?!" As she wished, I was dead. However, what she didn't know was that the one who killed me was my so-called dead sister.

"Love should not be all about saying, 'I LOVE YOU' but also about showing and proving that it's true" Ang akdang ito ay tumutukoy sa isang Lalaking masyadong mataas ang tingin sa kanyang sarili kaya't kung pahirapan at ituring niya ang mga taong nasa paligid nya ay parang isang basura lang at basta na lang niya binabalewa. Makikilala niya si Irene Min, Isang Babaeng natutong tumayo sa sarili niyang mga paa para sa isang pagtakas na kanyang ginawa.

‎⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ ‎🔞 ||R-18, SPG|| 🔞 ‎‎Dahil sa kataksilan ng boyfriend ni Canna Villegaz. Mag-isang nagtungo sa bar ang dalaga. She drinks a couple of drinks which led to her being tipsy. Ang kanyang papunta sa bar ay nauwi sa mainit na kagabi kasama ang lalaking hindi niya makilala dahil sa kanyang kalasingan. ‎ ‎Kinaumagahan, nagising na lamang siyang katabi ang Boss, si Azrael Cervantes. Tinakbuhan niya ito bago pa man magising at makita siya. Ngunit kaagad din itong agad nakagawa ng paraan para hindi siya tuluyang makatakas. Pinipilit ng kanyang Boss na panindigan ang nangyari sa kanila. ‎ ‎Nagtagumpay naman si Azrael sa kanyang plano. Ngunit nang mangyari ang hindi inaasahang trahedya, lahat ay biglang nagbago. ‎Kinasusuklaman na siya ni Azrael at pinagbibintangan sa kasalanang hindi naman siya ang may gawa. Pinili niyang layuan ang lalaking natutunan niyang mahalin sa maikling panahon upang hindi madamay ang bata sa kanyang sinapupunan. But fate is cruel and stubborn. When their paths cross again, Azrael meets the son he never knew existed. Secrets unfold. Old wounds reopen. ‎Makayanan niya kayang harapan ang galit ni Azrael? Paano kung ang tingin ni Azrael sa kanya ay isa na lamang babaeng nagpapainit ng gabi nito? Hanggang saan niya kayang magsakripisyo? ‎