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The Jealousy of A Godmother [SLOW EDITING] by _alvarmiex
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Written from a third-person point of view Book Cover Inspo credit to @_swtzl_ __ "Paglaki ko, Gusto kong pakasalan si Ninang!" Sigaw ni Blaine sa harap ng maraming tao sa loob ng simbahan. Napalingon sa kaniya ang mga taong hindi nila kilala habang natatawa si Cora. "Ha? Bakit mo naman gustong pakasalan kapatid ko?" tanong ni Cora kaya napalingon sa kaniya ang bata. "kasi maganda siya" "Maganda? 'yung lang? Paano kung tatanggihan ka niya? Anong gagawin mo?" Tanong naman ni Cora kaya napaisip ang bata at napangiti. "Edi magpropropose ulit ako. Ano namang problema kung paulit ulit hindi ba ate? Hehe, Gagawin ko lahat makuha lang siya" Nakangiti nitong sabi at naiwang tulala habang namamangha si Cora. "Bakit?" Tanong nito "Kasi gusto ko siyang pakasalan" Simpleng sagot ni Blaine saka ngumiti. This is the story of a young woman who is determined to marry her Godmother and yet her proposals are always rejected. With her final attempt, will she be able to win her godmother's heart? Or will she fail again for the 60th time? Join Blaine Ardona's journey as she unleashes the power of jealousy in the heart of her godmother with the help of those around her and her overflowing Confidence. Not your Normal Lesbian Story!! It contains a romantic relationship between people who are supposed to be 'Ninang and Inaanak lang' haha. Please be aware that this story may have Typographical and Grammatical errors due to the author's laziness in reviewing and editing her words/works. other than that, Enjoy!!!! @_𝚊𝚕𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚡 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟷
Poor, Little Girl by Natashalee312003
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She forced her into marriage, then dared her to disobey. Every kiss had a price. Every breath was bait. They touched like lovers, lied like enemies, and rewrote every rule just to break it together. And while the world watched, they kept playing-until power meant nothing, and surrender tasted sweeter than control. Because in a game born of ruin, no one could tell who fell first... Who kissed the hell wide open- Or who, between the two devils left standing, was ever really the poor, little girl.