Kelzy

Savannah Angeles-Monroeville's life takes an unexpected turn when a chance encounter with the enigmatic CEO of her company shatters the barriers of secrecy. Drawn into a world of mystery and scars, Savannah finds herself navigating through the complexities of love and acceptance. As Gabriel Monroeville, haunted by his own past, tests her resolve, Savannah must confront her deepest fears and desires. Will their fateful meeting lead to healing and redemption, or will it unravel the fragile threads of their destinies? "Echoes of Destiny" is a captivating tale of courage, compassion, and the timeless pursuit of true acceptance.

In a high school basketball gym filled with laughter and cheers, an introverted teenager named Allen finds himself at the center of a daring game orchestrated by his friend, Kelly. With money on the line, Allen's classmate, reluctantly thrust into the spotlight, must play the role of Allen's supposed girlfriend. As the game progresses and tensions rise, unexpected feelings and alliances emerge, challenging friendships and perceptions. Amidst the chaos, secrets are revealed, and bonds are tested, leaving everyone wondering who they can trust in this game of love and basketball.

Francine Carrel Asuncion _______________________ "Hey, Francine. What's up?" Mia called, which made me go crazy. "Why?" I will ask. "What are you thinking, Frennywaps huh?" he said then arranged our painting supplies. "Sorry. I just remembered what Papa said yesterday." I promise. "Speaking of your Papa! What's the matter with Tito picking you up at home this morning?" it asked. "Well... how can I tell you?" I promise then take a deep breath. "It's occupied, what is it, here it is." he said as if he was bored with the gossip I was about to say. "That's how it is." I said then took a deep breath and started again. "He is planning to find a 'supposedly' perfect man for me and he is going to get us married as soon as possible..." "Huaaaat?! Immediately, Frenny? My god! My brainy didn't understand that. It was shocking!" he said as he held his sensei and I immediately fell in love. "And that's really what you were worried about, you know I have a boyfriend." I said Indian seat and he immediately winced. "Heh. I don't know. You know, Francine. I'm really disappointed with your boyfriend Rio, it seems like there's something bad and fishy there and I can't figure out what it is right now but here it is, remember this time I'll know if what's that. Nako, I'm telling you frenny, I'll have it salv*ged, choss." He said that my eyes are getting smaller. I just shook my head and continued my painting. We were in the Art room with our other classmates. I was about to finish when suddenly someone knocked over my mixing palette with only paint in it. "What?!" I wonder if we are together and look at my uniform that is full of paint. "Are you blind? Aren't you looking at what you're passing by!" I said annoyed then looked at him badly but he immediately turned his back and didn't seem to have any intention of apologizing for what he did so I laughed a little and stood up then grabbed his arm. "Aren't you even going to apologize?" I said annoyed then faced me but I already stopped to speak... "I-You…." "I know I'm handsome. But I'm busy." it said with a smirk. What the---! I would have yelled at him because he had already left. B*sit! Why is he really handsome and I'm really stunned hays. "Just calm down, okay. Just get changed." Mia laughed and said, "Oh, it's okay." ______ I'm in the restroom right now trying to remove the red paint from my uniform, tsk. If it wasn't really because of that man, my uniform shouldn't be dirty. I really missed that sound when we met again---- * KRING KRING KRING My cellphone rang from my pocket so I immediately took it out and it was Papa who called me so I was in agony. Annoyed and pissed off, I just answered. "What is that?" I will ask. "Come here. We will talk." he said so I took a deep breath. "Sorry, Pa, but my class ends later." "I already talked to your Professor and he agreed to let you go home this afternoon so hurry up because our driver will pick you up." he said as he ended the call. What is it? I just put my uniform in the paper bag and went out of the bathroom then waited for Manong Julio in the waiting shed outside the school. I texted Rio first because he might look for me later in the classroom and I'm not there. 'Babe, I have to go home first, because Papa is calling me. Let's meet Tom, I love you!' I messaged but after five minutes Rio still didn't respond so I thought maybe he was just busy. Manong arrived so I immediately rode in the back. ___________________ I thought he would take me to Manong's house, but I was surprised when he took me to a restaurant. I got down and went inside. Papa said that I will sit at table 7 because that's where we reserved but why is someone else already sitting there. I came closer to ask but I was surprised by what I saw--'the bwis*t man earlier who threw paint on my uniform. What is that man doing here? And here it is! "Excuse me, that table is already reserved. You can use another table, right? Didn't you see the sign?" I said then show me the 'RESERVE' sign I saw it laugh softly. I'm really still being laughed at. What's so funny huh?! "Sorry, Miss, but I'm here---" "Oh, Hija. You're here." said Papa who sat across from Kumag as if nothing had happened. "Oh, sit down, my dear." he said and I sat down but I still couldn't take my eyes off of this guy. "Hija, this is Trevon Lucas Mateo, he's the one I'm telling you that I want you to meet and I also want you to marry in the future." Papa said and I immediately looked at him. "What?! He's the one you're talking about?!!" I screamed in surprise. As in a literal shout, it's surprising, isn't it?

: Waking up in the arms of a total stranger, Wendy realizes the hot chemistry in her dream last night wasn't just a dream.. What makes it even sexier is that---he turns out to be her Chemistry Professor. It seems like someone's about to get punished...really badly. ________ W E N D Y ' s POV Oh...that feels good... I was lying on a soft bed in a hotel room. My back pressed up againts the firm, hard body of the sexy stranger I met earlier in a bar. His hands run all over my naked body, causing every inch of me to tingle with the heat of his touch. No one's ever turned me on like this before... The sexy stranger leans down to whisper in my ear, his breath brushing sensually over my skin and giving me goosebumps. "You feel so good?" I shiver as he slides a hand down my body, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake as he reaches between my legs. I turn around in his arms and look up to meet his gaze. "Kiss me.." I said weakly. The stranger's eyes darkened with unmistakable desire. "My pleasure, beautiful." He said then tangles his finger on my hair as he pulls me in for a scorching kiss.. I gasp as my body instantly responds, my lips molding against his in perfect harmony as his hands continue to caress my body. I press my hands on the stranger's firm chest and slowly run them down his chiseled abs. "You feel so good, too." I whisper. The kiss intensifies, and I feel desire pool in my core as every inch of me craves more. I pull back slightly, breaking the kiss, as I take in the man in front of me. He's so d´mn hot..I've never been so attracted to anyone before. As if reading my mind, the man's heated gaze roams over my body, and he lets out a low, appreciative m´an. "You're so incredibly perfect." He said. He pulls me back in for a kiss as one of his hands slips between me and moves between my thighs. "Oh.." I m´an I groan as the man parts my legs, his fingertips brushing over my womanhood. "I love how responsive you are, baby." it whispered as I closed my eyes. He then cups my womanhood with his palm, rubbing it firmly, the friction causing my thighs to clench. "D-Don't stop..." The man starts to circle my aching nub with his finger as I reach down and take his length in my hand.. I teasingly bite down on his lip, causing him to gasp as I start to stroke his 'huge thing'. I feel him harden in my hand as my own release approaches, and I start to harder and faster, bringing him towards the edge. "F´ck...That feels amazing!" The man whisper on me.. My heart starts pounding, my emotions flipping all over the place. "I'm gonna..." "Me too, Beautiful. Let's come together." The man thrust his two fingers inside of me as he presses down on my throbbing bud, and I scream as I release crashes over me in a wave. The sexy stranger has his own release on my hand, and I close my eyes as one final thought drifts through my mind. He completes me.

What if one day you wake up to the person you're supposed to hate and find out you're falling for him. So Raymond can hold back his feelings for the expected revenge. Look out. 🧡 _________ ' RAYMOND BALTAZAR ' "Leah, no!" "Don't leave me!" "W-Waaagg! P-It's like pity!" "M-My love...." "H-HINDIIIIII!!!!" I screamed loudly then woke up and sat up panting. Mom, my mother-in-law, immediately entered. "Raymond, what happened?" It's a question that reminds me that I closed my eyes tightly when I realized that I had dreamed about my husband. "Son, what's going on with you?" he asked so I looked at him and immediately smiled. "No mom, go back to your room, I'm fine." I said and he was about to speak but he chose to remain silent and nodded and left my room. I exhaled violently and shook my head. "Don't worry my love, I won't forget my promise to you." I said seriously.

WARNING⚠️ This story contains theme or situation that some readers may find disturbing, including s*xual scene, violence, strong language, controlling behavior, kidnapping, and murder.⛔🔞 ______________ You're no stranger to dangerous men, but when the infamous, sinfully hot Blake Miller stumbles into your hospital, you find yourself swept into a mafia turf war like no other. Are you strong enough to tame the devil within. ______________ S I M U L A I S A B E L L A 'R e i z l' Montreal After a successful surgery I went straight to the Reception desk. "Ughh..These back and forth surgeries are slowly killing me." I said bowing. "I need to talk to the Chief of Surgery. There must be a Trauma Surgeon who is better than me----" "Dr. Reiszl!" I heard a call to me that made me look up and I was surprised to see that it was Veronica who is my friend and is also a Surgeon but she is in another district and she is just visiting, I raised my hand to say HI and smiled at her. "Yeeeshhh. No offense, Dr. Rei, but you look like crap. When was the last time you got some shut-eye!" it said with a laugh that made me wince. "Maybe..around fifty thousand consultations ago." I said still nodding. I grabbed my hair out of frustration. "Ugh, it's just been crazy!" I cried and he just laughed at me. "You know that John Domez earlier? That's the sixth GSW I've had to deal with this week!" I said here. Veronica's eyes widened as she looked at the patient file. "Why?" I asked so he turned to me. "Nothing!" he said laughingly making me frown. "What are you not telling me huh?" I asked, making him gasp. "Well, it's just...you ever heard of the Miller?" he asked and I frowned. "That's sound familliar...where did I hear that name?" I asked while stroking my chin with my finger while thinking. "They're basically the mafia family who run the entire city." it said and I was stunned. "Wait, what did you say mafia family?" and it nodded. "Ugh, great---more mobster." I said then I looked up. "Wait, you've met them before?" it asked. "Well, I just heard." I just said. "Yeah, well, these guys? They're the real deal. Scary as sh*t, and the rumor is Miller's family are trying to expand their turf." he said and I shook my head. "So why now? If their family is really infamous, why are they trying to expand it now and not before, right?" I said that it seems that I am not really satisfied with those mafia mafias. "Well...between you and I, I think it's because they are making preparations for the new mob leader." it said. "And who?" I will ask. "My guess is Blake Miller. And word on the street is that he's hot as he's deadly," he said excitedly. "Hot? How can a criminal be hot huh?" I asked annoyed. "Oh, come on Dr Reizl, think about it...Tangling limbs with a sexy, brooding don. It's like the ultimate fantasy." it said. "Well, thanks but no thanks." I said then I looked up. Veronica started laughing at me when suddenly a tall man entered the entrance. "Evening, ladies." it said smiling. I noticed his pale face and one of his hands inside his jacket as if covering something. "You mind directing me to the nearest bathroom?" it asked. I watched his handsome face which is probably means he's bad news, I took a deep breath and pointed to the bathroom. "Uh, sure..walk straight down this corridor and take a left, it's the second door on your right." I just said. "Thanks, Doc." he said smiling. I felt something strange when he gave me another look before walking down the corridor. "Dude, you should so totally go get that guy's number and bang his brains out---" "Veronica!" "Because if you don't, I will." he said smiling so I just shook my head. I noticed that man who suddenly turned right even though I told him to turn left. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚! "You know, Dr. Reizl----" "Hold that thought, Veronica. I'll be back." I said. I followed the man in the black jacket, and when I reached the corridor and turned right, I realized that he was gone. "Where did he go?!" I asked myself confused. I noticed the fire exit door and immediately opened it and it was dark inside but I still went in. The further I go, the darker it gets, making the hairs on the back of my neck rise, shocks! "Sh*t, it's dark. Why am I even doing---?" My heart hammers as a firm hand tugs me into the stairwell, pressing me against the wall. "Looking for me, Doc?" This question made me inhale. "You!---" He immediately put his palm in my mouth and brought a finger to his lips. "Shhh!" I immediately stared into his eyes, looking at me seriously. ___________

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his "eligible bachelor" status to the world. In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a "trailer park girl" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his "grief." But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius. Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive "free" could be.

Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun. Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos. As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage. The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice. Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her.

Trigger/Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised. It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language. This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire. ***** "Take off your dress, Meadow." "Why?" "Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost." ••••*••••*••••* Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance. One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring. Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel. He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch. Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed. She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge. But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming. Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything. Alaric doesn't share what's his. Not his company. Not his wife. And definitely not his vengeance.

My husband Julian celebrated our five-year anniversary by sleeping with his mistress. He thought I was a clueless trophy wife, too dim to notice the vanilla and tuberose scent on his expensive suits. He was wrong. For years, I played Mrs. Vance, hiding my brilliance while Julian claimed my patents. An anonymous email confirmed his ultimate betrayal: photos of him and Scarlett Kensington in ecstasy. My heart didn't break; it solidified into ice at five years wasted. I activated "The Protocol" for a new identity and escape countdown. Playing the doting wife, I plotted his downfall, catching him with his mistress selling my work, and publicly snapping his credit card. His betrayals and stolen work ignited a cold, calculated fury. He had no idea the monster he'd created. I was dismantling his empire. I shredded his patent papers, stripping him of his ill-gotten gains. With a final tap, I initiated "Identity Erasure." Mrs. Vance was dead. Dr. Evelyn Thorne had just begun her counterattack.

The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand. Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn. She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back.

Her sister is marrying her ex. So she brings her best friend as her fake fiancé. What could possibly go wrong? Savannah Hart thought she was over Dean Archer-until her sister, Chloe announces she's marrying him. The same man Savannah never stopped loving. The man who left her heartbroken... and now belongs to her sister. A weeklong wedding in New Hope. One mansion full of guests. And a very bitter maid of honor. To survive it, Savannah brings a date-her charming, clean-cut best friend, Roman Blackwood. The one man who's always had her back. He owes her a favor, and pretending to be her fiancé? Easy. Until fake kisses start to feel real. Now Savannah's torn between keeping up the act... or risking everything for the one man she was never supposed to fall for.

My wealthy husband, Nathaniel, stormed in, demanding a divorce to be with his "dying" first love, Julia. He expected tears, pleas, even hysteria. Instead, I calmly reached for a pen, ready to sign away our life for a fortune. For two years, I played the devoted wife in our sterile penthouse. That night, Nathaniel shattered the facade, tossing divorce papers. "Julia's back," he stated, "she needs me." He expected me to crumble. But my calm "Okay" shocked him. I coolly demanded his penthouse, shares, and a doubled stipend, letting him believe I was a greedy gold digger. He watched, disgusted, convinced I was a monster. He couldn't fathom my indifference or ruthless demands. He saw avarice, not a carefully constructed facade. His betrayal had awakened something far more dangerous. The second the door closed, the dutiful wife vanished. I retrieved a burner phone and a Glock, ready to expose the elaborate lie he and Julia had built.

She was Dumped. He needed a bride. Jessica was to be married to her high school sweetheart and heartthrob Burke They decided to only go to the courthouse and do something small. Jessica gets dumped on her wedding day as Burke confesses to cheating on her. She is devastated. On the other hand, Xavier is the only grandson of the famous billionaire grandmaster. His grandfather who had been raising him since his parents died while he was still at a tender age is now nearing death. The grandfather wants his grandson to be married before he transfers ownership of the company to him. He doesn't care who the grandson marries he just wants him to settle down. Xavier had contracted a wife to get married to him. The strange girl who he had never seen before doesn't show up on the day of the wedding. Coincidentally, Jessica and Xavier happen to be together in the same courthouse at the same time. While Jessica overhears the conversation with Xavier over the phone she goes to propose marriage to him and then gets married to him. She was usually careful and overthought everything. She decided to do something spontaneous for the first time and it landed her into a marriage. She was going to get married either way. What happens when two people begin to spend time together? Read on to find out the thrilling love story between Jessica and Xavier

The rain assaulted the glass, mirroring the storm inside me. For three years, I, Vivian Sterling, played the perfect wife to Julian Kensington, draining my life. The antique clock ticked, a reminder of time lost. Then, I found it: a blonde hair on Julian's suit, reeking of Midnight Rose, and a text, ""Candy: You left your cufflinks on my nightstand. I'm already missing you."" My world shattered, revealing his betrayal. This was just the beginning. I exposed Julian's fraud and his family's violent plots, surviving assassination. But their malice stole my past. Then Alexander Vance, my protector, uncovered a terrifying truth: my birth mother was alive, held captive by a shadowy order. My life was a lie, built to shield me from my dangerous bloodline. I found strength and love with Alexander, the man who walked into fire for me. Yet, as I prepared to rescue my mother, a new life stirred within me, a secret threatening to complicate the impending war.