I'm Stell Vester Ajero, 20 years old Filipino and also a half Australian. We move to Australia because my mom want me to meet my step father and brother.

Au wherein Stell Ajero is intern or trainee in su•perior•son's company and Ken Suson as the Ceo

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Always be my soulmate

"Good morning po, Jestoni Elijah Avanceña po Section X." Hindi ko inakala na sa araw na 'yon magsisimula ang lahat... Napunta ako sa lugar kailan ma'y hindi ko nakita ang sarili kong nakatapak doon. Sa dami ng mga masasamang pangyayari sa buhay ko, masasabi kong...mabait din naman pala ang mundo. Doon ko rin nakilala ang nakapagpabago ng pananaw ko, ang siyang minahal ko ng lubusan at higit pa sa lahat... Namumukod-tangi siya. Ngunit bakit naging parte na ng pagiging masaya, ang biglaang pagbawi at paghihirap pagkatapos? Bakit hindi ko puwedeng maranasan na lamang sa pang-habang buhay ang saya na 'yon? Bakit kailangan nitong matapos? ...

Stell And Ken Breakup because of Ken's Dream to be an Idol then one night Something happend to them they had a child but Stell Hid It from Ken for almost 8 years

Kentell & Joshtin

Fake everything 'til the truth comes.

A story of true love, career and friendship. Daddy's Home is a part of Trilogy's Echoes of Love

Pls kindly read this ESPECIALLY THE WARNINGS AND REMINDERS . . . Thank you. Everyone feared the boss. Stern. Silent. Sharp as a Monday morning. He walked through glass doors like he owned time itself. Deadlines bent for him. People straightened up. No one dared look him in the eyes for too long. Except for them-his new assistant. Not because they were brave. Not because they didn't know better. But because their eyes... were a kind of blue that rewrote rules. It wasn't the usual sky blue or ocean cliché. It was storm blue-alive, restless, like it knew things. Like it had seen in it. The boss tried not to look. He had empires to run. Spreadsheets to command. A heart that had been locked up with passwords even he had forgotten. But those eyes... those eyes laughed at firewalls. Every "Sir, you have a 3PM call," turned into poetry. Every shared glance over coffee was a battlefield's he kept losing. Until one day, she said with a smile, "You keep avoiding my eyes. What are you afraid of?" He chuckled, something rare and slightly dangerous. "I'm afraid," he said, "that if I keep looking, I'll never get any work done again. ❗THIS IS ONLY A FANFICTION ❗ ❗rated 13+ ❗DONT EXPECT THAT THIS WILL BE GOOD❗