SIMULA "S-stop.." kasabay ng pagpasok ng kamay niya sa aking skirt ang pagkapit ko ng mahigpit sa aking table. "You want this, don't you?" mainit na bulong nito sa aking tainga. Sobrang kinakabahan ako, nasa school kami at walang hiya niyang ginagawa ito ngayon sa akin. Umiling ako sa tanong niya, nagpipigil ng ungol at baka may makarinig dahil lunch palang at mamaya kaunti ay darating na ang mga studyante ko. "P-please Mr. Fajardo, s-stop it" "Are you going to wear this skimpy skirt and sleeves again?" malamig nitong tanong. "H-hindi na" Umiling-iling ako para tigilan na niya ang ginagawa niya. Ngayon lang siya nakialam sa suot ko at hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit. Pencil skirt lang naman iyon at puting long sleeves. "Good. Don't make me mad again, Mrs. Fajardo, kung ayaw mong hagkan kita mismo dito sa classroom mo" napahinga ako nang tanggalin niya ang kaniyang kamay sa loob ng aking skirt. Seryoso ang gwapo nitong mukha na nakatingin sa akin habang ako ay pinamulahanan sa pisngi. Nagyuko ako para itago ang pagkapahiya. Kung makaasta siya ay parang mas matanda siya sa akin gayong guro niya ako at studyante ko lang siya. 'Asawa ka niya Serene!' Lumipas ang mga sandali nang tumahimik ito bigla. Tumingin ako dito pero wala na pala siya sa kinatatayuan niya. Huminga ako ng malalim dahil sa kaba. Paano kung may nakakita sa amin? Baka mawalan pa ako ng trabaho! -------------- I am Serene Galvez Fajardo, 25 years old, a Math Techear at University of Azet. And that cold, possessive and dominant Havoc Lance Fajardo is My Student, My Husband.

SIMULA Isang dalagang marikit at mayumi si Amanda, may malalim na pagtingin sa pag-ibig. Walang puwang ang galit sa kanyang puso. Ngunit mananatili bang ganun ang konsepto niya sa lahat ng bagay kung ang pinakakamahal ay nahuling nagtataksil pala? Xane Reyes, kilalang pilyo at mapaglaro sa mga kababaihan. Ngunit sa likod ng kapilyuhan ang natatagong dilim ng nakaraan. Halina't tunghayan ang kwento ng natatanging mga tauhan. Samahang alamin ang kwento ng kanilang pag-iibigan. ------------ ;Special thanks and credist to @Demon_bright1 for making the cover. 💗

Sml? An epistolary.

•(R18 Alert, writing with SPG Strongly mature content/theme) Armelle Royce Medilla is a low type of girl. Everyone sees her as a piece of dirty woman who needs to be robbed out. She's a whore but she's not like what everyone thinks. She doesn't like her work but she was left with no choice because she was fighting against poverty and humanities. Money rowed her life and jurisdiction over it. But one day she finally meets him? The billionaire who's willing to buy and to rent her just to make her stop from what she's doing. The billionaire who will make her life like a living hell or peace? What will she do?

Charlotte dreamed of building a family that she could call her own; she imagined it to be happy and peaceful. But apparently, her dream did not come true. Her life was like living in hell. Her husband always caused her suffering and brought her pain. Charlotte's life was miserable in the arms of her playboy husband, Jack Villafuente. Will she escape the nightmare she was in, or will she forever stay in the arms of her playboy husband? Completed: 01•24•24

To earn the freedom to write her headlines in the newspaper, Fiorisce has to expose the rot buried deep beneath Dr. Xalvien's pristine reputation. *** Fiorisce Lavandula is a rising journalist with one dream: to make it to the front page. Her assignment? Uncover the truth behind Xalvien Vouganville, the beloved psychiatrist with a reputation too spotless to be true. The search for scandal becomes a journey through Xalvien's damaged mind. Xalvenge, the volatile, haunted, and mysterious attorney, is hidden behind Xalvien's calm façade--the secret locked away by years of trauma from a shadowed asylum stay. As they solve mysteries, Fiorisce's ambition is tested by forces bigger than fame. When secrets threaten Xalvien's reputation, she must decide whether to expose the story or protect the person who trusted her enough to let her in. DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish.