Cheska needs closure from her first love, Darryl, when she decided to go to Jeju Island. She wants to visit his tomb. In her trip, she met Carter, a Filipino who is working in Seoul as an English teacher and he looks a lot like Darryl. She feels like Darryl came back to life in Carter. Chesca wants another shot at love, this time with Carter. Will things work out between Cheska & Carter? Is Cheska sure she is really over with her past and feelings for her lost love?
"SO, YOU'RE FINALLY meeting him?" asked Cheska's friend Mikaella.
Cheska had a smug smile on her lips when she fixed the collar of her checkered dress. She just bought the new boots she intended to wear when she fetch Darryl at the airport. For the record, she didn't buy it from thrift shops but at the mall. She saved up money from her allowance for a month in preparation for meeting Darryl who would come straight from South Korea.
She's nineteen and a third-year Accountancy student at the Lyceum of the Philippines. Mikha was her board mate who was taking up Psychology at the same university. Mikha's okay, but sometimes, her friend was just such a villain in her story, always dissecting everything that was happening around them. Especially when it comes to Cheska's love life.
"Yes. I told you we would eventually meet and prove to you that what I feel for him was never an immature love," she told her friend, sticking out her tongue to her like a child.
Mikha folded her arms over her chest and leaned against the pole of the double-deck bed while watching Cheska adjust her boots. "Come on. You will only know that if you have actually met. It's different when you fell in love because you saw him and not because you just thought you're in love with him."
"I told you he is not just an illusion!" Cheska insisted. "We are going to meet soon."
"You know what I mean. What he shows you in chat and his emails to you are different. It's different when you've met the person and have been with them. It's different when you fell in love with him through the words that you wanted to hear from when you are meeting him face to face. You will find out his true color. You will also know if what he is showing you is real."
"What Doc Darryl shows me is true even if we only talk via email. I feel the goodness of his heart especially in helping those in need."
Doc Darryl Kang or Kang Jung Rin was a half-Korean, half-Filipino doctor. He was an oncologist at a hospital on Jeju Island in South Korea. He's 5'10", has a lean body and his complexion looked like that of a mixture of coffee and milk. His eyes were narrow and has a nice pointed nose. He looks more Filipino than Korean but was still handsome.
He's Jaimee's cousin whom she met at a youth camp when she went to Bataan. Doc Darryl was the first to message her by email to thank her for helping out the children with cancer. He also introduced himself as her friend Jaimee's cousin. He said he saw her when she and his cousin both volunteered. Cheska found out he was helping out children with cancer in South Korea voluntarily and hoped that he would be able to do the same in the Philippines one day. Since they have been chatting over the internet. He sent her pictures and he always ask her about her studies and exams.
It wasn't like her to get close to men. She tend to avoid them because of her father's instruction not to get into a relationship just yet while she was still studying. But Doc Darryl is different. He made her feel good about herself. He doesn't care about how she looks. Unlike other men she encountered before who only look at beautiful women. They ignore wallflowers like her.
It's been a week since Doc Darryl confessed that he likes her. He said she makes him laugh, that she has a beautiful personality. She didn't want to believe it at first but her friend Jaimee told her that her cousin was actually asking Jaimee about things that Cheska likes in a man. Of course she was thrilled to learn about it. She just didn't tell anyone because she didn't want them to think that she was crazy. Afterall, who would even believe that a handsome doctor like Doc Daryll would fall for a Plain Jane like her.
Maybe that's how a matured man is. A man who no longer looks at a woman's physical appearance but her personality, her character. That's why she prefers mature men like Doc Darryl who was not childish like people her age.
"Who wouldn't suspect him anyway? He never even talk to you over voice nor video chat. He doesn't even have a social media account," Mikha said while looking at her fingernails.
Esmeralda has no time for love. She has a brother with leukemia and she’s willing to do everything for him. When Aiden offered a marriage of convenience to help him get his inheritance and get away from his controlling brother, she accepted in the condition that he will help with her brother’s medical expenses. Everything changed when she saved a handsome and virile man who was washed away by the flood. Richard Infante is arrogant and rich - both characters she hated in a man. And because the flood and landslides isolated their place, he had no choice but to live a simple life since doesn’t own a cent under his name. Everytime she meets his eyes laced with anger, she melts. He lights up the fire inside of her and shave gave herself to him- body and soul. She’s’ ready to forget her promise of marriage to Aiden to be with him. But who would have thought that her love for him will ruin all her plans and promises? And the man she loves her own enemy.
Completed story Do you believe that love is blind? Errr... I don't think so. Cameron’s playboy ways changed after brushing with death in a shipwreck. Mitos, the crew who saved his life, made him promise to look for his ex-girlfriend and ask for her forgiveness. When he finally found her, Love was being hounded by the gangsters and she was already blind. To protect her, he had to pretend to be Mitos, her ex-boyfriend. Until his lies turn to love. What if she finds out that everything was a lie? The original story is in Filipino published under Precious Hearts Romances
With her apartment devastated by fire, Alondra’s boss asked her to stay at her vacant condo. It has been vacant for a year and was afraid lost spirits would find its way there. One time, she heard someone taking a shower and the voice of a man in the other room. Bringing her antique cross, she went to the other room to offer a prayer to the lost soul. While kneeling in front of the door of the bathroom, the door opened and a man with the face of a demigod and a perfect physique stood in front of her. His body was covered by nothing but a piece of towel. Only, it was not a ghost but the real owner of the condo and her new boss.
An arranged marriage. A perfect bride. An old, creepy mansion. Deive thought he is lucky to be paired with Callea Lopez - she's beautiful, talented, and loyal. Except she lives on a haunted mansion. And she is keeping secrets from him. Original cover by Runa Lee, lunafatima1093@gmail.com
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."
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!