Mary Jovelyn Salazar, or MJ for short, already knows in herself that she is a lesbian. She can't feel any sexual attraction towards the opposite gender. In fact, she hates the male species down to her core. She would rather choose to wear men's clothes than girly ones. Hence, her daily outfit consists of T-shirt, jeans, rubber shoes, and baseball cap. She is secretly in love with her girl best friend since she was in high school. So, why does she feels something towards Ross Eliseo Valentin - the notorious playboy of their school campus? Can someone enlighten her, please? Have I also mentioned that this notorious playboy also likes her bestfriend? This is trouble, right? What kind of sorcery is this again?
I really can't understand what women are thinking. Why are they willing to be miserable just for the men they love? Why do they go to the extent of contemplating suicide when worthless men leave them? What positive impact do men bring to women's lives, aside from adding stress, headaches, and trouble? Why are they willing to destroy themselves?
It's not that I hate the male population, okay? I'm not angry. I'm just extremely irritated with people like them. That's the only emotion I feel for such useless individuals.
I'm furious at men, and I couldn't care less if they all disappeared from this world. I hope only women remain, and my life would be so much better. I'd see only women everywhere, and if that happens, I'd probably have so many girlfriends. Oh, just kidding. My heart is faithful. It has only loved one person since high school.
Don't get me wrong; I didn't become like this because of a love failure. I've never had a boyfriend, never will, and I have no plans. It's just repulsive. Disgusting. It gives me goosebumps and is simply nauseating.
Actually, what I've been through is worse than that, but let's not talk about it; it happened a long time ago. Besides, memories like that are worthless, much like men in this world, utterly useless.
So, I'm grateful to God that I was born a tomboy. Yes, I'm a tomboy. Do you have a problem with that?
How did I become a tomboy? It's simple. I got bored one day and thought, why not be a tomboy? That's how simple it is. Am I different when I get bored? Haha, just kidding. Anyway, I woke up one day feeling more attracted to women and disgusted by men.
I also prefer wearing men's clothes over girly outfits. It feels like when I used to wear women's clothes, I turned into a gay guy. Luckily, I woke up from that madness and stopped.
Isn't it scary to think I could have become gay with this handsome face of mine? Many girls would cry if that happened. I'm the type of tomboy who hates seeing girls cry.
Girls shouldn't be fooled and made to cry. They should be loved and treated like princesses. So, when I, MJ, love someone, you'll be ashamed of the time I'll give you. That's how fiercely I love, guys!
I may not be as handsome as your dad or as macho as your brother. Who knows, maybe I'm the secret lover and boyfriend of your mom, the ex-boyfriend of your sister. By the way, I'm MJ, the "That's my tomboy" of our place.
"MARY JOVELYN! ARE YOU AWAKE YET?"
Ugh, such a buzz kill. Shouting my full name like that.
I paused fixing my long hair when I heard brother John, the eldest of my twin brothers, shouting. I like him more than Brother Joseph.
Brother Joseph always annoys me, constantly giving me a headache. He's just a prankster. He can't take anything seriously. Unlike brother John, who acts and thinks his age. Brother Joseph isn't like that. Among us siblings, he's the odd one. He's 28 years old, but his mind is like a ten-year-old's.
But even so, I love both of them dearly. They're the only ones left for me. We don't have parents anymore. But it's okay. I'm happy with brother John and brother Joseph.
Even though I'm angry with men, they're not included. Every rule has an exception, right? They're my exception.
But I'd be happier if Donna and I become a couple.
"I'M AWAKE, BROTHER!" I shouted back. "JUST GETTING READY!"
"OKAY, HURRY UP. LET'S GO IN TOGETHER!"
I didn't reply to brothers comment because I was busy fixing my hair.
Every morning, my long hair is my problem. I don't know how to tie it to suit my handsome face. If not for the fact that it's a memento for Mom, I would have cut it a long time ago. But it's also a waste. And Donna says my hair looks beautiful. So, for her, I don't cut it.
"MARY JOVELYN?"
I rolled my eyes when I heard brother Joseph shouting. Goodness, he's annoying early in the morning.
"WHAT?"
"HURRY UP THERE!" he shouted. "NO MATTER HOW YOU FIX YOURSELF, YOU'LL NEVER BE A MAN, OKAY? JUST GO BACK TO BEING A GIRL, PLEASE?"
So, I just smiled at what brother John said. That's what I like about him; he's very supportive of what I want to do in life, as long as I don't neglect my studies.
"But... why..." Brother Joseph stammered, confused. He looked at me. "Are you really a tomboy now, bunso? Won't you change?"
"No, I won't," I said. "This is me. If you disown me, that's your problem. I don't care. I have brother John anyway. Hehehe. Love you, brother John."
Brother John just sighed at what I said.
"I won't disown you, bunso. My mind just can't accept that you're really a tomboy," brother Joseph said, laughing. "Give me time to accept it."
"Sure. How long?" I replied, then started eating rice.
"Uh, about ten seconds," he replied. "There, I've accepted that you're a tomboy. Will you join me later, bunso?"
"Where?"
"At the bar. We'll pick up girls. There are lots of chicks in the new bar in town. I was there last night." Brother raised his eyebrows as he spoke.
"Hey, Joseph. Shut up. You're saying all sorts of things to bunso. Now you want to involve her in your mischief. Should I report you to Rayne?"
"Come on, John. Be serious. I was just kidding. Do you want bunso to be in beast mode again? She'll side with you anyway."
"I'll side with you if you're doing the right thing."
"Oh, come on. That's how you are. That's why you still don't have a girlfriend until now." Brother John's expression changed when brother Joseph said that. "Oh, hehe. Just kidding, bro. Let's eat now."
I gave brother Joseph a glare for what he said. He's really abnormal, often not saying anything sensible. Considering the sensitive nature of that issue, he knows it's not a good comment to make.
Two years ago, brother John had a girlfriend. They've been together for a long time, even since college. Then the girlfriend proposed marriage, but brother John refused. He chose us, me and brother Joseph, over his girlfriend because he was the one supporting us at that time. So, his girlfriend got mad and broke up with him, saying he prioritizes us and has no time for her.
Since brother John and his girlfriend separated, he focused on work. He didn't have a girlfriend anymore. He told me that we, brother Joseph and I, are more important to him. He couldn't bear losing us too, especially since our mom passed away.
I really love brother Joseph for that. I strive to finish my studies because of his sacrifices.
After brother John finished eating, he stood up and went to his room to change. He's a professor at the school I attend, so we often go to school together.
Brother Joseph and I were left at the table.
"Your mouth really has no filter, brother Joseph!" I scolded him.
"Sorry," he scratched his head. "I didn't know John was still affected by what happened with Dianne."
"You're just dumb," I retorted.
"You too, bunso. You forget that I'm still your brother."
"Hehe. Just kidding, brother."
"But seriously, bunso. Are you really a tomboy?" he asked curiously. "Tsk. I hope not, bunso. You're so beautiful. It's a waste if you become a tomboy. Men should be crying over you now."
"But brother Joseph, have you had a girlfriend?" I quickly replied.
"None yet," I answered. "But it's close."
"Who? Do I know her?" he nodded. "Don't tell me it's Donna you like? Are you into your best friend, bunso? Haha."
"What's so funny?" I raised an eyebrow. "Yes, it's her. I'm in love with her."
"Wait, I can't imagine. Since when?"
"Since high school," I said. "But she doesn't know. I don't want to tell her. She might distance herself. It's complicated."
"That makes sense. But you're good at choosing, bunso. She's really beautiful."
"Of course. Am I not? I think I'm a Salazar because I'm good at choosing."
"Haha. Let's high-five on that!"
"You're really a tomboy, bunso," brother Joseph spoke again. "That's why I sometimes wonder why my briefs are missing. You're wearing them, aren't you? You should ask permission so I know."
"Ugh! You're disgusting, brother!" I shouted, making brother Joseph burst into laughter.
After brother Joseph and I finished eating, he washed the dishes since he didn't have a job. He got fired from his previous job because he was caught sleeping. He used to be a call center agent in a company. So now, he's just at home.
Brother John came out of his room already dressed in his professor uniform. He invited me, and we left our rented house.
While we were walking, brother suddenly mentioned Papa.
"Bunso, did you become a tomboy because of Papa?"
I scowled, "No. He has nothing to do with what I am now, brother. And why did you suddenly bring up that person? Can't we just forget about him, please?" I irritatedly replied while adjusting my baseball cap.
"Just wondering. What if he suddenly appears?"
"Why does she need to suddenly appear? There's no reason for her to show up, brother. She disappeared for ten years, and then she suddenly pops back in? She better not add to my anger towards her because my anger meter for her is almost at its peak."
Brother chuckled, "Haha. But I still can't believe you're really a tomboy, bunso. I thought you just liked wearing men's clothes. Maybe you turned out that way because there were no girls around us while you were growing up. You ended up adapting our style, me and Joseph."
"It's your style, brother. Not brother Joseph's style. If I adapted his style too, I might have grown up crazy, right?" we both laughed. "But, brother, thanks, huh?"
"Thanks for what?" he asked, puzzled.
"For everything. For the unwavering support for me and brother Joseph. For tirelessly putting me through school and accepting what I want in life. If it weren't for you, our lives would probably be a mess. You've been our mother and father from then until now."
We paused in our walk, and brother smiled.
"Haha. That's nothing, bunso. You know that since Mama and Papa were gone, I promised myself that, no matter what, the three of us will never be apart."
"Hehe. You're really handsome, brother." I teased. "Brother, that girl over there is so pretty." I pointed to the girl on the other side of the street. She's sexy. "Those are the type I like." Brother John just laughed.
"Haha. Damn, bunso. I didn't imagine you'd also have girls in mind. I thought you were one of those fan girls at school."
"Who, brother?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Ross Valentin, bunso. I thought you were one of his fan girls at school."
"Eww! Disgusting!" I shouted in response, full of disgust. "Out of all the guys, brother, him? Can I just commit suicide?"
"Haha. That's right, bunso. Not him."
"Definitely not, brother. Aside from us not losing, he's one of the reasons why I prefer girls." I retorted.
Ross Valentin, a fan girl of mine? No way! I'm more handsome than that grass.
When you're ugly, it's hard to find a job. They say they need someone with a pleasing personality. Excuse me? Does my personality look displeasing? Do I look like a kidnapper or a drug dealer? Am I an abortionist? I'm not in a pageant, so don't judge me! If your body doesn't have curves and your chest is flat, you won't make it in the modeling industry. Excuse me! I'm not modeling vital statistics and cleavage, am I? Even in a fast-food chain, they won't accept you if you're ugly. They say customers will lose their appetite looking at your face. I'd even be a mascot, but these idiots are so picky. They say I look more like a mascot than the costume I'd be wearing. You fools! I hope your establishments burn down! If I get rich, I'll shut you down! If you're not born with beauty, you have no chance of meeting, knowing, being friends, textmates, flirting, and becoming the boyfriend of the number 1 hottest actor in the Philippines and my schoolmate at the same time. When I approach him, his bodyguard will block me and say, 'Miss, begging is not allowed.' So, I'm not pretty, not rich, and, uh, not well-endowed, but I never beg, okay! Over my dead, no curves and no boobs body. What am I saying? My only concern now is how to find a job as my savings are running out, and I need to pay half of my tuition fees. But no matter where I apply, no one accepts me. They say I'm ugly. I'm not ugly! My face is just not in style. It's like an abstract painting—chaotic but with hidden beauty. I just don't know where it's hidden. But because I'm a very kind person, I met a old woman who became the reason for a change in my life. "I have something for you, dear." "What is it, grandma?" I cringed when I saw her lift her blouse and take off her bra. I envy her. Even at her age, she still flaunts it. "Here." "What will I do with that, grandma? I have plenty of bras at home." "Just wear it!" "No, It's gross. It might have germs or Ebola! And that bra is huge. Are you joking, grandma? You see I've been deprived." "This bra is magical!" "Oh, really?" And it was true! Grandma's bra was indeed magical. It became the reason for me to get a good job and earn a lot of money. As a bonus, I got to meet, be close to, and flirt with the number 1 hottest actor in the Philippines! This story is about me, about her, and grandma's magical bra. Grandma's bra isn't gross, okay? It's just truly magical!
The life of the provincial girl Althea, or simply Althea for cuteness, changed when she went to a city. She thought she was heading there for work, but it turned out otherwise. Why didn't she inform her soon-to-be husband that she was already married? And not just to any man but to a super saiyan – Goku. Just kidding. Your sister is marrying the grandson of a multi-millionaire businessman. Impressive, right? How will she get along with the grumpy, always moody Elton, who treats scowling as a hobby? Especially when Elton finds even Althea's breathing irritating?
"The priest said to Daniel and me, 'You may now kiss the Bride.' Oh, as if that jerk would actually kiss me! I glanced at the wedding witnesses; they were all smiling, anticipating the kiss the priest mentioned. Daniel leaned close and whispered, 'You, fatty! You think I'd kiss you?! Dream on, you're on your own.' he said under his breath. Annoyed, I grabbed his face and kissed him on the cheek. People laughed, probably thinking we were just joking around. Yeah, right. Daniel and I are not in love. This is just an arrangement. Annoying! I looked at Daniel again; he was glaring at me. Ha! As if I'm scared of him! Mark my words, I will never fall for you! We're just married on paper, you jerk... "I never expected that I'm going to fall in love with him. But I just did, with so much pain. I thought my love was enough to erase her from his heart and life. But I failed. I'm just taken for granted." "I love her so much, and I don't know what I'm going to do if I lose her. She's my everything, the real meaning of my happiness. And whenever I look into her eyes, I see what forever means."
Marriage was a bed of thorns for Stella. She lived like an overworked and unhappy slave for six years in her matrimonial home. One day, her uncaring husband, Waylon said to her, "Ayla will be back soon. You have to move out tomorrow." "I want a divorce," responded Stella. She left without shedding a tear or trying to change Waylon's stone-cold heart. Days after their divorce, they met again. Stella was in the arms of another man. Waylon's blood boiled at the sight of her looking so happy. "So, you couldn't even wait a while before jumping into another man's arms?" he queried distastefully. "And who are you to question my decision? It's my life, so I call the shots. Stay out of my business!" Stella fired at him before turning to look at her new man with shiny eyes. Waylon immediately lost it.
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
"Who is she?" I asked, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "He met her at the Alpha training camp," he said. "She is a perfect suitor for him. It snowed last night, indicating that his wolf is happy with his choice." My heart sank, and tears made their way down my cheeks. Alexander took my innocence last night, and now he is taking that thing in his office as his Luna. **** Emily never shifted on her 18th birthday and became the laughingstock of the pack. When her old crush, Alexander Black, returns from Alpha Training, she never expected him to be her mate. After a night of passionate love, Emily finds out that young Alpha Alexander has taken a chosen mate. Heartbroken and humiliated, Emily runs off and disappears from the pack. Now, five years later, Emily is a high-ranking warrior in King Alpha's army, specializing in sensitive matters. When her best friend invites her to a night of music and laughter, she never expects to run into her mate, Alexander. Will Alexander figure out it is Emily? Will he chase after her, and most of all, will Emily be able to keep her secrets safe?