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.
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
Rose looked at the reports in her hand and was in shock... The reports said that she was one month pregnant, however, how can she get pregnant when she didn't have any man in her life... "Was it because of that dream? Could I get pregnant because I have sex in my dream?" She thought... She didn't have any mental problems, however, except for this she can't able to think about anything... However, she still didn't get out of her surprise when she met the man in her dream... Kevin Davis looked at the reports in her hand and asked, "Is this child mine?" However, Rose didn't answer but asked... "Was that night not a dream?" Kevin was angry because it was his first time and she thinks it was a dream... Kevin forced her to marry him however, Rose didn't want it... She wanted to abort the child but he didn't let her... In the end... Rose agreed to marry him... She looked at Kevin's blue eyes and said, "I will marry you, however, I had two conditions..." "First, after marriage, you can't control my freedom, I still had the right to do whatever I want. Don't worry I won't harm the child." "Second, if I ever found out that you had cheated behind my back then I will leave with my child and you can't stop me..." Both of them got married... However, after she falls in love with him... She found there are hidden secrets in his past...
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."