ATTORNEY × DOCTOR Disclaimer: This story is written in Taglish. Contains a sapphic (wlw) romance. Some scenes may include mature themes and strong language. Hope Sullivan saves lives for a living. She does it on borrowed sleep, empty stomachs, and instincts sharpened by years of choosing who lives and who doesn't-often in seconds. She believes in action, not hesitation. In hands that shake only after the crisis is over. In doing what needs to be done, even when the system fails. Zantasia Leviste exists on the other side of control. Precise. Composed. Untouchable. A legal powerhouse with a British accent sharp enough to cut through chaos, and a presence that never raises its voice-because it never needs to. She doesn't react. She observes. And when she speaks, she expects the world to move accordingly. They were never supposed to collide. Not in a hospital drowning in understaffing and incident reports. Not in a mansion full of unspoken hierarchies and carefully curated silence. And definitely not after a single night that should have meant nothing-except it didn't. Now, Hope finds herself answering to Zantasia professionally, clashing with her personally, and unraveling quietly in the spaces between arguments. Every encounter is restrained. Every look is loaded. Every silence feels louder than the last fight.

They say that our lives are full of options, and Dashielle Azaraiah Mendoza became accustomed to it when she had to pick between love and a career. Being the hopeless romantic that she is, she decided to follow her heart and choose love. Ngunit anong magiging sunod mong hakbang kung ang taong dahilan kung bakit tinalikuran mo ang lahat, kasama pati ang iyong pangarap ay hindi ka pala kayang panindigan? Paano kung ang taong ginawa mong mundo ay unti unti kang talikuran? Would you be brave enough to swallow your pride and win back the person who is prudent about everything that makes you feel like you're missing something in your life, just so you don't lose the prize you got for everything you've sacrificed? But what if you're given a chance to start over with someone who, may be a stranger, but can somehow fill the void you've been hoping to fix? The biggest question is, are you brave enough to start over with a possibility that this something new, is just another beautiful start with a sad ending since that's how most love works? If you answered these questions, would Dashielle do the same? Disclaimer: This story is written in Taglish (Tagalog-English)

[| Empire High Series # 3 |] ∆Skyler Cyrill Siegfred∆ This is gxg story so If you are not comfortable. Then pls peacefully leave, I don't need your non sense opinion.

ABYSS GIRLS NO.1 (G!P) "𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙛𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚. 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖, 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜." Meet 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗮 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝗔𝗱𝗹𝗲𝗿-𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲, a French-Italian-Filipino Finance and European Languages and Literature student, and athlete of Vallejo. One of the seven heiresses of the joint multitrillion business empire of the all-powerful Adler-Revamonte clan. A woman born with a silver spoon in her mouth, recalcitrant, and obstinate. While there's 𝗜𝘀𝗹𝗮-𝗚𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮 𝗗𝗲𝗹 𝗩𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲-𝗧𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗮𝘀, the enigmatic German-Filipino finance and mathematics professor and volleyball coach at the Instituto de Deportes y Ciencias de Vallejo or better know as Vallejo. Aloof, withdrawn, cold, harsh, and frigid were among the long list of words associated with her. But as the saying goes, "Everyone has a story to tell." What could've led to the current state of affairs between the two? Will adoration be enough to make the heart relive what the mind was unable reminisce? Witness as we unearth the story behind the youngest of the Revamontes' 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗥𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻. Published: April 6, 2022; 00:30 Finished:

A tale of a married life. Two straight friends end up being wives to get what they want in life. Can they keep being just like that?

What we have is just now. As long as she loves me. As long as she wants to be with me. As long as there is 'we'. I love her! But the rainbow is not just a blend of vibrant and bright colors. It doesn't even stay for a long period of time-- just enough for us to see and in a fleet of time is gone, leaving us wondering if it's real. A rainbow doesn't have black and white. It wasn't just like that. Same as love. Same as us. There were times that i want to give her up. Not because my love did fade, rather, my love is too much. Too much that letting her go is the only option left for her to choose me without hesitation, without guilt, freed of lies. I want her to grow, to weigh things as it is. I want her to make me feel that being with me is her choice. I want her to realize that i am hers and that she have to surrender herself to me as well. I want her to love me because that is the way she feels and not because it was the safest way. Being with her is paradise. It was a mixture of colored pastel. It was too vibrant to explain. But at a sudden twist of downs and ups, we are shaking. Loving her has become my weakness. The weakening thought of losing her when I fuck up is too much to run me insane. I'm overreacting perhaps. But being with her, means walking in a narrow-road of heaven. There's no security, no assurance. One wrong move, and I'll be slipping away. Just in the never ending pain of darkness, of solitude, of self-struggle. Loving her has become my addiction. I couldn't get enough of it. But so they say, what's too much can cause harm. Maybe I'm loving her too much that she finds it hard to breathe when i'm around. But yes, it is just a wishful thinking; things that I'll surely not going to say to her because i will never ever earn the courage to say so. We are just nothing but a 'fateful coincidence.'

𝑳𝒀𝑳𝑨𝑯 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑺𝑶𝑹, just another puppet for her parents' image, for their name and status, was the picture-perfect young woman, the one whose piercing blue eyes could shatter souls with just a glance. She held the power over everyone and everything, as she made sure to bury every fragment of her true soul in a ground that not even the quickest and most innocent one of her thoughts was allowed to step on. 𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑨 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑹𝑬𝑹𝑨, repeatedly trying to change herself in order to fit, once again, into her family's sick standards. The blonde failed to fulfill her dreams, now just a delicate piece of art that everyone ignored to look at the more popular and admired one: her older brother. She had everything: the looks, the intellect, the attitude, the manners. Just not the desire to experience a religious-ideal romance. After Lylah and Anthea's first encounter that caused flames between them, the souls of the two attracted each other like two opposite poles, pulling them into a constant fire that would offer them liberty in exchange of permanent scars on their bodies and souls. Or just turn them into ashes. [18+]

Pensrikylie 2025

Disclaimer: This story contains TRIGGER WARNINGS, sensitive content, mature themes, and strong language that are not suitable for minors aging 18 and below. Read at your own risks!

Seven Deadly Sinners Series #7: ENVY [Finnly Endlei Silvius] "I had always believed that I would find salvation within the blinding light, and even I was surprised because I discovered it in the depths of your darkness." _____ A/N: This story, being a dark romance, contains scenes that are disturbing and triggering, and is not suitable for everyone. Please proceed with caution and read at your own risk. I warned you.