Gianella Santos: 20 years old her mother was seriously ill and money was urgently needed in her family, she was sent to Marco's bed by her best friend Patrcia. After learning of her unplanned pregnancy, she decided to give birth to the child alone. Marco found out about the child, he offered to take responsibility and wanted to marry Gianella. Gianella had to sell herself because her mother was seriously ill and urgently needed a large amount of money, but what she didn't expect was that the 'buyer' was actually her friend's boyfriend Marco, She felt guilty and thought that she slept with the wrong person, but she later learned from her friend Patricia that she arranged everything, and Patricia also told Fill that she didn't mind the relationship between Gianella and Marco's because Marco would end up marrying herself anyway.
Gianella's POV:
Hours drifted by in a hazy blend of fitful sleep and restless dreams. The hospital room was a realm of soft beeps and muffled voices, a cocoon of anxiety and hope that held me captive. I awoke with a start as the early morning light filtered through the window, casting a pale glow on my mother's face. Her breathing was shallow but steady, a reminder of the fragile line she walked between life and the unknown.
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I checked my phone for any response from Patricia. The screen remained barren of messages, and the knot in my stomach tightened. The minutes stretched like hours, each tick of the clock echoing my impatience. As the sun climbed higher, bathing the room in warmth, a message finally chimed in.
"Hey Gianella, I'm so sorry for not replying earlier. I just woke up. Of course, I'll help you. Let's meet at the café near the hospital in an hour. Love you."
Relief washed over me, mingling with gratitude. Patricia, my childhood friend turned supermodel, was coming to my rescue. I felt a rush of determination, knowing that I had a friend who would stand by me, even in my darkest hour. With newfound energy, I sprang into action, tidying up the room and making sure my mother was comfortable before heading out to meet Patricia.
As I walked through the bustling streets, my thoughts swirled with a mix of apprehension and hope. I had to be strong, for my mother and for myself. The café was a cozy haven amidst the chaos of the city, and I spotted Patricia's familiar face through the window. She stood up as I approached, and we embraced tightly, the weight of our shared history lending a depth to our connection.
"Gianella, I'm so sorry about your mom," Patricia murmured, her eyes brimming with empathy.
"Thank you for being here for me, Patricia," I replied, blinking back tears. "I don't know what I would have done without you."
Patricia smiled warmly, her genuine concern reassuring me more than words ever could. Over steaming cups of coffee, we hatched a plan – a bold, daring plan that might just save my mother's life. Patricia's connections and her status as a model opened doors to possibilities I had never imagined. She knew influential people, and she was determined to rally support for our cause.
"You know, Gianella," Patricia began, a twinkle in her eye, "there's a charity event happening tonight. A gala organized by a prominent foundation. The kind of place where people with deep pockets gather to make a difference."
My heart raced at the suggestion. Could this be the opportunity we needed? As Patricia detailed her plan to attend the event, I couldn't help but marvel at her audacity and resourcefulness. She was willing to put herself out there, to leverage her status for a cause that was greater than herself.
The clock ticked on, and our meeting stretched into a blur of excitement and strategizing. Patricia's determination was contagious, and as we parted ways to prepare for the evening, I felt a renewed sense of purpose. The path ahead was uncertain, but I was no longer alone in this fight. Patricia and I were a team, united by our friendship and our shared goal – to save my mother.
As I returned to the hospital, the sun was beginning its descent, casting long shadows that stretched like hopeful fingers across the pavement. My mother's slumbering form was a testament to the battle she was fighting, and I vowed to fight alongside her with every ounce of my being. The night held a promise – a promise of hope, of daring, and of a future worth fighting for.
The existence of werewolves remains elusive. Videos and tangible proof validating their reality are conspicuously absent. Could they merely be the imaginative creations of ancient storytellers and writers of fiction from days of yore? Or do werewolves deliberately conceal their identities? According to legends, being a werewolf is considered a curse, forcing them to transform during a full moon. However, the reality is quite the opposite. Being a werewolf is, in fact, a blessing and a privilege. I never anticipated becoming a part of this closely guarded lineage. I am Eliana Leticia De Vera, often referred to as She. Born and raised in the provinces, my parents sent me to Metro Manila for an education to escape poverty. It was there that I met Gwenevere Eriksson, a remarkable friend with a mixed Swedish and Filipino heritage. Her light brown hair and captivating light brown eyes demand a second look. There's an undeniable regal quality about her – she's practically a princess.
The romance between two people at work isn't a bad thing as long as they share the same feelings.
This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or events is purely coincidental. Blurb: He was her boss, and she was his secretary—plain and straightforward. No complexities, no issues, or complications. Everything seemed clear-cut. Zack's life had been uncomplicated before he found himself desiring his secretary in inexplicable ways. He typically didn't invest much concern in others, but his secretary, the source of constant headaches and stomachaches, managed to rile his emotions. Despite knowing the potential consequences, Zack grappled with the decision. Was he willing to embrace the risk? The stakes were high; he could lose the most efficient secretary he had ever employed. Still, the allure of the unknown pulled at him, even as the possibility of losing his head loomed large, a consequence of not taking the leap.
WARNING: WITH MATURE CONTENT Count Knight Velasquez, a noble and valiant soul, would endure his father's punishments without hesitation, all for the sake of protecting his cherished brother and dear friends. However, just as Sweet Monday Lopez reached her limits and desired to give up, a certain main character unexpectedly came into her life and saved her.
For almost a year, Jess and I had been inseparable. We laughed, loved, and made memories I thought would last a lifetime. But then, like a sudden gust of wind, everything changed. Two weeks ago, we made the difficult decision to end our relationship. It was as if the world had stopped turning, and all the joy we once shared had vanished into thin air.
Iris grew from an orphaned child to the adopted daughter of the Stewart family at age ten, finding warmth in her nominal uncle Vincent's kindness. Seven years later, she became his secret lover. When Vincent's engagement was announced, gossip spread about the notorious playboy CEO finally settling down. But only Iris knew the extent of his cold, two-faced nature. Iris fell for Vincent and, through tears, begged, "Marry me," only to be met with his frosty refusal. Defeated, she accepted a lawyer's proposal, sparking public excitement. Then, on her wedding day, Vincent pleaded desperately, "Don't marry him…"
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
After a painful breakup with her boyfriend of two years who coldly told her to her face that he couldn't keep dating her because she was too uptight--In a moment of anger and defiance, Anna decided to throw caution to the wind for one reckless night. She headed to the wildest club in Texas, determined to lose herself in the chaos. But fate had other plans. To her shock, she ran into her ex-boyfriend at the club. Desperate to save face, she made a split-second decision and approached a stranger, pretending he was her new boyfriend. What she never anticipated was the magnetic pull she would feel towards him or the fact that she'd end up going home with this mystery man. Soon enough, the real surprise hit her--this stranger wasn't just anyone; he was her new boss. What begins as a night of rebellion spirals into a whirlwind of forbidden attraction, societal pressure and hidden affairs. And now there are so many things at stake. Find out how this story unfolds.