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Ignoring The Fathers Of My Kids (Filipino Version)

"What's the use of all of this if you're going to cheat with me?" Malakas na sigaw ko sa asawa ko. "Because I'm already tired! I can't deal with this anymore! You can't give me a child. I wanted to have a family!" Sumbat din niya sa akin kaya nanggagalaiti ang mga kamay ko. "Pinagsasabi mo? Nanagako ka sa akin na ayos na tayong dalawa sa huli, hindi ba? Hindi ba? Ano ngayon?" "Iba na noon at iba na rin ngayon. Lahat ng bagay nagbabago. Pati desisyon ng tao. I'm sorry, Rich. But i can't be with you anymore. I love her, I love Tyla. She can give me a child, unlike you!" "So gan'on? Eh di sana hindi mo na lang ako pinakasalan! Sana hindi ka na lang nangako!" "I'm sorry, Rich. But let's get divorce." Pagkatapos niyang sabihin ang mga katagang iyon, tumalikod na siya nang hindi man lang ako binibigyan ng kahit isang sulyap man lang. "R...Red... Do-don't... Don't leave me, Red! Please don't leave me!" Mabilis kong habol sa kaniya. Hinawakan ko pa ang laylayan ng kaniyang damit para pigilan lang siya na makaalis sa bahay. "Ano ba, Rich? Hindi na kita mahal, hindi na ikaw ang nasa puso ko. Kaya tumigil ka na. Huwag mo ng saktan ang bawat isa sa atin." Naiinis na singhal niya. Pilit niya rin akong itinatakwil sa kaniya. Kaso patuloy kong hinihigpitan ang pagkakahawak sa laylayan ng damit niya habang ang aking mga luha ay patuloy na nagsisibagsakan. "Please, Red. Don't leave me. I can't. Ikaw lang ang nag-iisa sa buhay ko. Ayaw kong iwan mo ako. Please, Red. Don't..." "I said stop this nonsense, Rich. Let's divorce and love yourself. Huwag mo na akong hintayin. Huwag mo na akong pigilan dahil pagod na ako, Rich. Gusto kong magkapamilya!" Galit na sigaw niya hanggang sa maramdaman ko na lang ang pagtulak niya sa akin nang malakas palayo kaya napatumba ako sa sahig. Napatama pa ang aking siko sa lamesa pero wala man lang sa kaniya. Nagdiretso siya na umalis, walang baling-baling sa likuran. Nang makaalis na siya, lahat ng emosyon ko ay inilabas ko. Buong gabi akong umiiyak. Sinisisi ang sarili na lalaki ako. Hanggang sa magdesisyon ako na wakasan ang buhay ko. "No one ever loves me. How can I love myself?" Mahinang tanong ko sa aking sarili at blangkong nakatingin sa ibaba ng palapag ng building. "It's now over, if I k-lled myself." Matapos kong sabihin iyon, wala rin akong pagdadalawang-isip na tumalon sa mataas na building na ito. Pumikit at dinadamdam ang hangin na humahampas sa aking buong katawan habang patuloy ang pagbagsak sa ibaba. Ngumiti ako nang mapait sabay labas na naman ng luha sa aking mga mata. 'I'm sorry.' *** [Notice! Character Alrich Zane Falco has been awakened. The True Beauty has been produced. The Plot's Processing ... The Plot Completed] [Character Alrich Zane Falco's Mission: Giving Birth With The Protagonists Children] [Character Alrich Zane Falco's Mission: Taking Care Of The Protagonists Children] [System: Character Alrich Zane Falco has been isolated] [Notice! Wait for 6 years until the storyline ended] [Character Alrich Zane Falco's Mission: Giving The Children To Their Fathers After Their 5th Birthday] [Alert! Alert! The Storyline has been ruined]
BaiRan · 5.8K Views

BE YOU

INTRO “They say dreams are for those who dare to believe, and love is for those who dare to feel. But what if... you dared to have both?” Firdoze Shaik believed in dreams. Even when the world told her that a middle-class girl could never stand among the giants, she stitched her dreams together with passion, creativity, and endless determination. Fashion wasn’t just her talent; it was her voice. Her escape. Her promise to herself that one day, the world would know her name. And then there was him. Faiz Ibrahim. The genius. The billionaire. The man who had everything, yet nothing at all. Perfection wasn’t just in his mind—it was in his soul. But behind the suits, the fame, and the brilliance, was a man searching for something real. But even perfection needs an anchor. Enter Fiza Syed—the spirited model with a heart full of dreams, and Aryan Khan—the charming photographer who saw the world through his lens. Three childhood best friends, bound by laughter, secrets, and endless memories. Through every success, every failure, and every moment in between—they were always there. When their worlds collided with hers, it wasn’t just sparks. It was fire. Two hearts from different worlds. Two souls meant to meet. And three friends who would become the pillars of their journey. This isn’t just a story about dreams coming true. It’s about being you—even when the world tries to change you. Because sometimes, the most beautiful love stories begin when you decide to believe... in yourself. STAY TUNED FOR NEW UPDATE EVERY SATURDAY... ---
rafunzel_Jk · 334 Views

Cameraman Never Dies

In the greed-filled world of corporate empires and magic knights, Min Jae was a king in business, with pockets so deep he could drown in them. That is, until his life deemed his playthrough unfair and gave him a red card. Poison was his family's best friend, as everyone had at least tasted it once, not twice because they never could. Death was never on his calendar, neither was an offer for a divine gig. Enter the Deity of Stories, a celestial being with a fetish for plot twists, who offers Min Jae a deal he can't refuse: become her divine cameraman. No, not the kind with a lens, but one who records the tales of mortals. In return, he gets a second shot at life, in a world where his dearly departed parents are alive and well, ready to dote on him from birth. Reborn as Judge (because “Min Jae 2.0” sounded too dull), he quickly realizes this new life is no gift. This steampunk utopia, filled with airships, clockwork gadgets, and an alarming lack of Wi-Fi, thrives on manipulation. But who needs the internet when you have a divine camera and the sharp mind to control it all? Judge isn’t just here to record stories; he’s here to write them, casting himself as the mastermind behind every twist and turn. Armed with his divine powers, he navigates complex schemes, power-hungry nobles, and ruthless industrialists, all while keeping his ultimate goal hidden: to ascend to godhood and rewrite his own fate. Of course, he generally makes a glorious mess of things, all while trying to keep his dear parents blissfully unaware of his less-than-angelic schemes. But as the stakes rise and the Deity of Stories watches his every move, Judge must tread carefully. Can he manipulate his way to the top, or will he become just another character in someone else’s plot twist? --- Just a quick disclaimer: The book steers clear of any unwanted adult stuff. However, it does feature a potentially disturbing amount of violence—enough to make you wonder about the author's mental health. So proceed with caution—and maybe a shield!
CloudCatcher · 241.2K Views

Dimensional Lensman: The Photographer Who Broke Through

When award-winning photographer Su Yingchuan captures a mysterious figure in a series of wedding photos—a woman in ancient clothing who shouldn't be there—his flourishing career crumbles overnight. Branded as unprofessional and possibly cursed, he loses his prestigious position and watches as clients rapidly disappear. But the haunting doesn't end with those wedding photos. In his darkroom, chemicals move of their own accord. Faces form in developing trays. Whispers emerge from the shadows: *"You see what others cannot. You capture what should remain hidden."* Desperate for work, Yingchuan accepts a strange commission—five times his usual rate to photograph an abandoned psychiatric institute in the dead of night. The assignment pulls him deeper into a world where his camera lens serves as a bridge between dimensions, revealing entities and realities invisible to the human eye. As he navigates decrepit corridors and rooms marked with warnings to "Never Reincarnate," Yingchuan discovers his unique ability is both gift and curse. Something has noticed him. Something is following him. And with each photograph he takes, the boundary between his world and theirs grows thinner. *Dimensional Lensman* blends supernatural horror with metaphysical mystery, following one man's journey through the viewfinder into realms beyond normal perception. In a story where film captures more truth than reality itself, Su Yingchuan must determine whether his talent will be his salvation or his undoing as he unravels a century-old mystery that bridges the worlds of the living, the dead, and something else entirely. "Mesmerizing and terrifying... delivers genuine chills while exploring profound questions about perception and reality." — *Paranormal Literature Review*
Big_Swordsman · 2.1K Views

Alone WITH; The Absolute Divinity

This is an exploration of God’s autonomous perspective on why it is he made the conscious decision to make light first specifically, as well as the relationship we can decode that he yearns to have with us and we should have visa versa whether mutual or not through reverse engineering his honest decisions, even if there is the possibility to have the honest decision to lie, but regardless of the consequences of God having His own free will just as we have been given by Him, we need to know the reality of the situation, not just judge possibilities. As for where that ability to judge comes from, even in the case of God being the personification the ability to judge and taking the rule of ultimate judge as a result, these perceptions are only possible if part of consciousness itself, which we can safely assume is one of the main building blocks of God in some sort of way to put it bluntly (I’m not going to bother with semantics and considerations, I’m not a politician nor a debater, I just want to be efficient in my explorations), so God too must also follow the rules of objective morality/Grace, as for the potential of any consciousness being Holy or Unholy, which is what we would categorise being the on the side of a benevolent God or Satan which counts as an Anti-God. A quote from Socrates has stuck with me not because I dogmatically assert it to be true, but it is the closest description of the truth of the situation for what right question to ask: “What came first, God or morality?”, and that is why I am trying to figure out that our hope for a benevolent God would be good and the salvation of the human heart through faith to conduct our view of existence in the diagnosis of reality from the perspective that God is benevolent is a net positive, it’s still not the same as a proven truth. You could argue that truth for the sake of truth doesn’t matter if ultimately our experience of life is better with faith in our hopes being the reality, but if it isn’t the reality, there is more than just spiritual freedom that needs to be accounted for, but also physical freedom. If your heart is in the right place but YOU aren’t where you actually want to be, then hope that the potential future is out there somewhere is worth striving for and make happen, rather than convince yourself that it’s already here when it ISN’T. So, let’s get to exploring, and understand more about existence as a whole along the way, treating religion like a science AS WELL. [I miss someone I haven’t even met yet, and I want to chase this feeling in a real way without just contemplation forever, but for now, let’s figure out what direction to go in.] PS, whatever the name you give God, in the end God is God, so if I say anything that you disagree with within the doctrine of your religion, please understand that what I care about more than even God himself is Morality. Let’s not lose ourselves with the dogmas of ‘necessary evil’, because if God is benevolent as we all hope to be the case, He would never rely on the such tactics through people, the God I worship is the benevolent potential, regardless of if the real one always with His freewill as consciousness itself can also choose to do things unfairly, for the ultimate judge is not one who monopolises The Word of objective morality among other things, but by being subservient/humble to it. This is at least why Christ said “I do not care if you blaspheme against me or The Father, so long as you don’t Blaspheme against The Holy Spirit. That is the only sin that is unforgivable.” (I’m paraphrasing, so do your own research, and like I said, try to do your best to look at this through the lens of a devoid of intentions, even if the origin of these intentions are educated illegedly by the written Word in any physical representation of the fulfilled potential in the material world of that spirit being personified, printed in a book, captured in art but logically associated… Remember, the church is within.)
WeAreBlank18 · 2.7K Views

The Forbidden Vow: A Bali Love Story

Amidst the beauty of the sunrise in Sanur, the dance of the waves in Uluwatu, and the lingering scent of incense at Pura Besakih, Bali holds more than just natural allure—it holds untold stories. Beneath the shadows of ancient temples and the mighty roar of the Indian Ocean, Ni Made Ayu Sarasvati Dewi, a graceful Balinese dancer, is bound by a sacred vow passed down through generations—she must marry the man chosen by her ancestors, a Balinese man selected according to tradition. On this island of the gods, a forbidden love grows between the traces of sand and the whispers of the tropical breeze. In the shimmering city lights of Seminyak, beneath the lush frangipani trees in Ubud, or by the serene shores of Jimbaran, a long-silent heart begins to beat once more. However, Ayu's heart does not belong to the man destined for her. Instead, she is drawn to Daniel Laurante Whitmore, a young heir to a European real estate empire who has come to Bali not only to indulge in its exotic beauty but also to acquire the sacred land where Ayu and her ancestors have lived for centuries. Moreover, he is a photographer, captivated by the island’s rich cultural heritage, capturing its essence through his lens. Their brief encounter ignites an unexpected passion—one that carries both desire and an inescapable curse. When love and tradition collide, Ayu faces an impossible choice: to honor the vow engraved in her heritage or to risk everything for a love deemed forbidden. What begins as a tense confrontation slowly transforms into an undeniable passion. Daniel is drawn not only to the island’s breathtaking beauty but also to Ayu—the woman who fights to protect her legacy from the grasp of his own family’s business. But will the secrets carried by Bali’s whispering winds find their own way? Or will this love remain nothing more than a fleeting echo, lost amid the endless roar of the waves?
anidania · 2K Views

Echoes of Rain

The Echoes of Rain is a poignant tale that explores the depths of human connection and the power of healing in unexpected places. Amara, a woman haunted by the ghosts of her past, finds solace in the familiar rhythm of the city and the comforting patter of raindrops. For her, the rain is a melancholy companion, a reminder of loves lost and dreams that have withered away like flowers deprived of sunlight. On a dreary evening, as she navigates the bustling train station, her umbrella slips from her grasp, rolling down the aisle as if fate itself has intervened. It is then that she encounters Noah, a stranger whose warm presence and effortless charm immediately disarm her. With a gentle smirk and a twinkle in his deep brown eyes, he retrieves her fallen umbrella, extending it to her with a casual heroism that catches her off guard. Despite her initial hesitation, Amara finds herself drawn to Noah's quiet confidence and genuine interest in her life. As the train carries them through the city, their conversation flows like a gentle stream, touching on shared passions for literature, music, and the beauty found in life's unplanned moments. When Amara confesses her complicated relationship with the rain, Noah listens without judgment, offering a simple reassurance that perhaps the right kind of rain could change her perspective. Their paths separate as abruptly as they converged, but the encounter leaves an indelible mark on Amara's soul. As she walks home, the rain no longer feels like a burden but a cleansing force, washing away the layers of grief and regret that have weighed her down for far too long. Fate intervenes once more when Amara unexpectedly encounters Noah at a cozy coffee shop, his presence as warm and inviting as the aroma of freshly brewed beans. This time, she doesn't hesitate to accept his invitation to join him, and their connection deepens as they peel back the layers of their pasts. Noah reveals the pain of his father's abandonment and his mother's unwavering strength in the face of adversity. Amara, in turn, confides her own struggles, the rain serving as a poignant metaphor for the memories that have haunted her for years. In each other's company, they find a safe haven, a place where their burdens can be shared and their souls can breathe freely. As their friendship blossoms into something deeper, Amara begins to see the world through a new lens. The rain that once represented sorrow now symbolizes rebirth and renewal, each droplet a reminder of the resilience that has carried her through life's storms. And in Noah's embrace, she finds the courage to confront the demons of her past, finally allowing herself to let go of the pain that has held her captive for far too long. In a poetic twist of fate, the story culminates in a rainstorm that washes away the last remnants of Amara's grief, leaving her standing in the downpour, face upturned to the heavens, arms outstretched in a silent embrace of the very thing that once haunted her. It is in this moment that she realizes the true power of love and connection, and the transformative nature of healing that can occur when two souls find each other in the most unexpected of places. The Echoes of Rain is a breathtaking exploration of the human spirit, a testament to the resilience that lies within us all, and a reminder that even in our darkest moments, the possibility of hope and renewal exists, if only we have the courage to open our hearts and let the rain in.
Zephyr07 · 8.7K Views

Das Syndrom des mittleren Kindes

_ _ _ _ MXFXF-Beziehung. Bitte lesen Sie den Hinweis. Bitte fügen Sie es dann der Sammlung hinzu und unterstützen Sie mich. Alle Rückmeldungen werden geschätzt Sie war nicht die Erbin, nicht die Älteste und auch nicht die Jüngste. Sie existierte einfach in der Familie, hielt den Kopf unten und ließ sich wegspülen, bis sie gehen konnte. "Ich habe versucht, mich abzugrenzen, ruhig zu bleiben und sogar meine Gedanken zu äußern. Aber ganz gleich, was ich tue, ich werde nie beachtet. Ist meine Existenz überhaupt von Bedeutung? Es ist ja nicht so, dass mich irgendjemand in dieser Familie überhaupt mag." Rika Goodwill war die Schande ihrer Familie. Als mittleres "Beta"-Kind eines prominenten Alpha-Omega-Paares geboren, war es nur natürlich, dass sie im Vergleich zu ihrem perfekten Alpha-Bruder und ihrer süßen Omega-Schwester vernachlässigt wurde. Ihre Situation außerhalb ihrer Familie war nicht besser. Die Leute mieden sie wegen ihrer Mafia-Familie und beurteilten ihre Art ohne zu zögern. Ihre einzigen Freunde waren das "Lieblingspaar des Jahrhunderts". Aber Rika war irgendwie zum dritten Rad am Wagen geworden, weil sie sich zankten und häufig trennten. Im Laufe ihres 17-jährigen Lebens hatte Rika gelernt, ihr Schicksal zu akzeptieren und weiterzumachen. Schließlich würde kein noch so großes Gejammer etwas daran ändern, dass sie das dritte Rad am Wagen war. Das Collage sollte ihr großer Durchbruch werden. Es sollte die Zeit sein, die Rika für sich selbst hatte, in der sie sich wie sie selbst fühlen konnte, also bewarb sie sich an einem Ort, an dem sie niemand kannte. Das sollte ihr Glücksfall sein! Rika sollte von ihrem sich verschlechternden Leben wegkommen. Aber weder ihre Familie noch ihre "Freunde" waren bereit, sie gehen zu lassen, und es dauerte nicht lange, bis ihr friedliches Leben ins Wanken geriet. ____________ Diese Geschichte wird sowohl ein heterosexuelles Pairing als auch Yuri haben und ist auch ein Omegaverse. Weibliche Alphas sind Futas. Wenn das nicht dein Ding ist, dann geh, bevor du eintrittst. Hinterlassen Sie viel Feedback für mich
Holy_mackrel · 34K Views
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