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.
"I, Erika Blackwood, stand before you, Alexander Robertson, with a heavy heart. I hereby reject you as my mate. The bond we once shared has grown fragile, and my soul yearns for a different path. May you find solace in the love of another, and may we both find the happiness we seek." Alexander didn't say a word and looked at me. But he refused to accept. *********** Erika Blackwood is the next Alpha in line of the Ironclaw Pack. She hides her identity and gets mated to the Alpha of the Moonforest Pack, Alexander Robertson. Three years passed, but Alexander is still unwilling to let go of his childhood sweetheart. Erika is mistreated and eventually framed by the same childhood sweetheart. Now she leaves with that humiliation, and goes back to her pack, swearing vengeance on those who hurt her. They all waited for her to return and beg, but what happens when they realize that the famous Ironclaw Pack that was going to help in the rogue war, was ruled by a woman named, Erika Blackwood. Now her Ex mates want her back. Other Alphas want this woman.. But will she accept any of them? Or will she stay independent forever?...
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
He told her to call him Daddy. Not because he earned it, but because he fucking owned her. The moment she signed that contract, she stopped being a woman with dignity and became his filthy little plaything. His holes to use. His mess to ruin. He didn't just fuck her, he rewired her. Stripped her clean of boundaries and filled her with sin. Every punishment made her scream. Every game dragged her deeper into his twisted world. And the way he praised her... Good girl. She should've run the first time he said it. But Daddy doesn't let his toys leave. He breaks them until they beg to stay. ** Mia's life changed the night she let a stranger ruin her. One night. She never expected to see him again. Until she walked into her new job... and her boss turned around. Ace.Her one-night sin in a thousand-dollar suit. Only this time, he wasn't asking her to be his assistant. She was to be his wife.
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
PERMISSION IS TAKEN FRIM THE ORIGINAL, BE WARNED!! Do you believe in Myths? Just when she thinks it can't get any worse, it does. Lucy lost everything four years ago in a rogue attack. She's been abused, starved, rejected, and broken. As her eighteenth birthday approaches, strange things start to happen, things that only happen once every century. She finds friendship in the most unlikely place and escapes to find her true self with the help of the most dangerous Alpha. Warning: This werewolf trilogy is not intended for anyone under the age of 18 or anyone who doesn't enjoy a good spanking. It will take you on adventures around the world, make you laugh, fall in love, crush your heart and possibly leave you drooling.