Write Yourself

What inspired you to write One Promise? You see, when I was young, life was tough. I grew up with a broken family. I never felt the love I wanted all my life. I've always love reading. That's when I found my new comfort through writing. Then I held on to it because it gave me hope. It gave me another way to ease my broken self cause I needed to. Just when I thought I already hit rock bottom with all these pain I felt ever since I was a kid, God must've still felt the need to push me more by leaving me with a monstrous dad but I saw how God changes him. So I wrote this story for my dad.

Julian Fontaine came to Boston University with one goal: win the annual skating championship. He is a focused and disciplined figure skater with no time for distractions. Asher Beckett on the other hand is a loud golden-boy hockey jock, and the last person Julian wants anywhere near his ice. But when sharing a rink turns into stolen glances and unexpected late-night practices, Julian starts to wonder if falling for Asher might be the one risk worth taking. Because love, like skating, is best when you finally let yourself fall.

Even though I was the one who broke my ribs in the car accident, my boyfriend Jared decided to take care of his drunk ex-girlfriend instead. When I called to ask him to spend time with me in the hospital, he berated me. “Why are you so clingy? Can’t you tell that Isabelle needs me right now? “You’re a nurse, aren’t you? What, you can’t even take care of yourself now?” Heartbroken, I suggested we break up, only to be met with anger. “I was going to propose to you, you know? Considering how influential my family business is, I need to make sure I choose my wife wisely. “Today was a test to see if you have what it takes to be the next Mrs. Carter. I thought you would be independent and selfless. I expect my future wife to have my back no matter what. “Look at yourself now. You can’t even take care of yourself over something so insignificant! I’m disappointed, Charmaine.” The next day, he posted a picture of himself and his ex-girlfriend on social media. The image’s caption was targeted at me: [You’d better think twice and apologize, Charmaine, or I’ll just date someone else.] I did not apologize. I had had enough of him, so I left the city. Three years later, I saw him again in the lobby of the Financial Tower. I was wearing a heavy onesie costume and sporting a full face of cosplay makeup, while he was wearing an expensive suit and had Isabelle hanging delicately from his arm. He recognized me immediately and laughed. “I knew you never moved on from me, Charmaine! Does it hurt to know I’ll be marrying someone else? “That’s what you’re doing here, right? You’re trying to cosplay as my favorite Marvel character to get my attention. “Maybe I’ll consider taking you back if you kneel and apologize.” I did not deign to reply. I had indeed loved him once upon a time, but today was my son’s birthday, and the cosplay was my surprise for him...

Casey Whelan had her life turned upside down when her father was accused of being a traitor. Now, she was no longer the daughter of a prestigious Alpha, but a slave to the fearful King Johannes Vaughan. “No, Miss Whelan. You are to be a breeder.” “I don’t want to be a breeder! And if I ever get to have a child, I will not be parted from it!” “That is not something you should concern yourself with.” She knew the truth then: they would kill her. Is Casey going to be able to change her fate? Or is she going to perish at the hands of the Alpha King?

They had lost control of what society expected of them. As well as their trust in one another in light of their unexpected circumstances. Despite their desire to give it another shot, fate has been unkind to them, and it has become impossible for them both to mend not only their relationship but also themselves. How can you expect to love someone else if you can't love yourself? This is true, at least according to Garette. It will always be Garette and no one else for her, with the thought 'Losing control of the things around them' at the same time, losing Garette in the process.

Amberleigh Zoella Estopia is one of the hottest supermodel in the Philippines. Kabi-kabilaan ang mga tagahanga niya kaya hindi niya lubusang matanggap na nang dahil sa isang gabing pagkakamali ay masisira lahat ng pinaghirapan niya. She got pregnant right after she had a one blissful night with a complete stranger. Nalaman iyon ng Daddy niya kaya naman sinabihan siya nitong umalis sa bansa para sa kapakanan nilang dalawa ng anak niya. At nang bumalik siya sa Pilipinas matapos ang limang taon ay doon niya sinimulan ang kaniyang misyon na hanapin ang ama ng kaniyang anak na alam niyang nagmana sa ama nito. Pero paano niya malalaman kung sino ang ama ng anak niya gayong dalawang lalaki ang kamukha nito? *** "Why the hell are you undressing yourself in front of me?!" I shouted, eyes widening with shock and panic. He let out a cold smirk. "You didn't saw my face when we made love that night. So, I am going to remind you again what I did to you the same night that you gave yourself to me." He removed the belt on his pants without removing his eye contact with me. I gulped. This is bad. Really, bad. "Strip, Zoella, and let's make love."

Found in the marooned ruins of Chavand was a book ripped and torn. Its yellowed pages eaten up and coiled. Forgotten and unheard about was this book until it came to light. His legends lived on, his tales of valour prevailed. His glory seemed enternal and he was worshiped and adored. But his heart remained shrouded in a cloak of mystery. His emotions, his turmoils went unnoticed in an attempt to make him great. Seen as someone who was invincible and immortal, the Rana changes your perspective from his greatness to his soft heart. Written across the pages during his last moments, he wrote his own life. Where bards would be at a loss and poets were simply lost in his glory and valor, the Rana is said to be the only one who could write about himself.

"The 10th circle of hell was actually the earth, and being alive is the real tormention." Naenia Lovercraft is a ghostwriter who's in a dire need of money, but because she's an epitome of a mad woman, every potential client tries to run for their lives away from her. Well except for this skull-mask wearing guy who introduced himself as Lord Serenade. He was indeed interested in making her write his gory fantasies and buy her works. However, it comes with certain conditions and it should include Neania herself. To live with him. In an old mansion. In the middle of nowhere. Thus, with mysteries to unveil and countless crimes relating to violence, one must connect the dots for everything before the cops arrest the wrong culprit. But in a world full of temptations and sins, who could really stay true to righteousness and prove that there's really a wrong culprit?

It’s amusing what two drops of aphrodisiac can do to a man. Just two cups into the stillest mead, and he’s done for. Sexually raged, like a curse, and willing to empty his pocket for pleasure. ****** As an orphaned omega who spent her time working herself off at the age of 18, life wasn’t much to write home about for Maya. That is, until she’s set up by her boss who drugs and locks her up to please a Lycan Alpha who’s under the influence of aphrodisiac. “If you’re in this room,” Leo says huskily, his breath fanning Maya. “It can only mean one thing.” “And what can that be?” Maya’s heart skips a beat. “To pleasure me,” Leo responds, bringing his lips lower to Maya and says against her lips, “And it’s not a request.”

I thought the Moon Goddess had finally smiled on me.An orphaned omega… chosen as the mate of the Alpha.But on the night I believed he would claim me, he shattered me instead. Humiliated. Rejected. Banished.Left to die in the forest, I had nothing left to live for—until a stranger appeared.Fierce. Cold. Powerful. He saved me from death… and something about him felt familiar, yet unknown.I don’t know his name. I don’t know why he hesitated before walking away. But fate has a strange way of giving second chances—even to those who no longer believe they deserve them