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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

My own game world became to realistic

This is the story about a man enjoying his peaceful day. while he was playing his video game on his xbox. He was creating his own civilization for very long time and, recreate his race. Then he got sudden message from a unknown link saying. Update your game to a better version and experience the daily life of your npc world. At that moment when my game finished downloading. The game change and became to realistic. His new virtual reality headset. That he brought online and thought the game wasn't that great. When he login into Xbox and saw new version of his games, and popping up new updates and download new maps. The game became to intense. New version and new graphic started to become so realistic. The npc was able to talk like there real person. He was able to communicate and help them level up. That's when the gamer started to experience and guide his npc students to a new era. The war is about to be changed and new version of themselves about to adapt to their new skills. Ding! [Congratulations! your new recruit as learned your skills] Ding! [Your recruit skill has been update and been advanced to B rank skill] Ding! [Your recruit as learned your moves and advance to level 1 to 10] Ding! The gamer was locking in. He was teaching them modern technique and they quickly understand and been enlightenment. He could not understand why they suddenly leveled up, just by teaching them. All npc were kneeing before him. They were all showing respect towards him and, looking at him like their his master. With single basic math and fighting moves. They all quickly advance and leveled up again. Ding! [Your students as advanced to higher class.] Ding! [Your students as learned low grade martial arts] The gamer didn't know that the world he is in, is real. So many of his students were now conquerors and build their own territory across the lands. Family and friends were at uh looking at their love ones being top of the world. The gamer was astonished. He kept going to different maps and seeing unknown things. His presence was known to all creatures before him. With wave of his hand, the entire island blow up. Ding! [You earn kill point!] [you earn kill point!] His notifications kept popping up. He alone was was the honor one and, heaven and earth was below him. He looks at his system panel seeing more maps being updated and upgrading. The game kept changing and changing. ........... #Fantasy #MartialArts #R18
Mazino_Carlodaze · 3.9K Views

What Is A Realistic MMORPG Isekai?! | BL

Arsol (Username: Hakkun) is your average eighteen-year-old tech nerd; he reads cliche light novels, plays video games (way too many), studies for exams, and he programs! Does he have friends? A social life, maybe? Nah, he’s an anti-social whose inner monologues revolve around how humans suck. He’s the type who blames the world for his problems: edgy, angsty, emo— thinks he’s smarter than everyone and has answers for the world’s crisis. Gotta give it to him, though, he a young talent at whatever he does. His skills for programming, gaming (FPS) as well as studying makes up for the fact that he’s an arse. So much so, that he stops going to school altogether and locks himself in his room, he’d rather be with his computer. Because Arsol is on a mission! He’s been collaborating with online strangers who are all equally gamers and computer nerds, who understand him, and who all have this idea to make this steampunk/dieselpunk game called ‘Hero of Emberstein.’ Now, Arsol won’t lie, he’s obsessed. Being one of the co-creators, he finds himself adding features and details he’d want in an MMORPG. The only thing he dislikes is the customizable character features; he never understands such a personalized activity. He prefers Gacha. After 3 years, the game is finally available for beta testing, his 7 online co-creators are all ready to click the play button. But little does Arsol know, he would for real be in the game, like in person, like ISEKAI-ed, like he could die, for real for real. What's worse is, everyone who clicked the play button for the beta test, has also been Isekaied. So like, maybe over a thousand or more? Arsol thinks it’s his fault innocent players are getting transmigrated into HIS game, because he remembers that he removed the 'EXIT' button as a harmless malfunctioning prank-- turned deadly?! Oops. Journey along with Arsol as he hides his identity as the creator, the culprit, and the administrator. And that time he finds out his 6 online friends are all here as well, but where?! Who?! UGH, THIS IS WHY HE HATES CUSTOMIZABLE CHARACTERS! ( I DO, IN FACT, OWN THE COVER )
rDec123 · 2.6K Views

For Me, For Us, For Everyone

Cigarette smoke curls in the stagnant air, the dim glow of a dying bulb casting twisted shadows against the walls littered with half-torn articles and red-thread connections. Somewhere between the ink-stained papers and the scattered pills, a man sits—silent, unmoving, staring blankly at a stuffed monkey in a clown suit. A detective, they call him. A man of justice, a solver of mysteries. But behind the applause and empty praises, behind the sharp smiles and hollow congratulations, he is nothing but a walking contradiction—one hand holding a case file, the other exchanging cash for little plastic sachets. His mind is a labyrinth of voices, whispers that coil around his thoughts like suffocating vines. His brother grins at him from the corners of his vision, eyes glinting with the truth he refuses to face. His father’s voice is gentle, forgiving—too forgiving. Too much for a man who doesn’t deserve it. Each pill swallowed is another step into the illusion, another moment of stolen happiness before the weight of reality drags him under. He walks the city streets, drowning in faces that admire him, loathe him, see him as something he is not. He is both a hero and a villain, a detective and a criminal, a man trying to outrun the past while shackled to its corpse. And at the end of the night, when the echoes of the world fall away, all that remains is the darkness, the whispers, and the suffocating truth—he can never escape them.
Zeisn · 0 Views
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