Jeffrey danduan
Jeffrey danduan's Books(2)
The Man You Love Has Someone Else
Romance "Love, Betrayal, and Resilience"
Rea Enero Suwaib's life was turned upside down when her beloved studio on Elvo Street burned down. With her young son in her arms, she hoped to find solace in Markin-the man who had once promised her the world. But when she sees him laughing with another woman, their bond of trust begins to unravel.
As the haunting name "Elvo Street" resurfaces in Markin's plans, Rea's heartbreak deepens. Why would the man who once claimed to love her now pursue the project that symbolizes her loss?
Amid secrets, unanswered questions, and a devastating realization that Markin may have moved on, Rea must confront her shattered dreams. With her son as her anchor, she struggles to decide whether to fight for their place in Markin's life-or let go of the past for good.
A poignant tale of love, betrayal, and resilience, this story delves into the complexities of family and the strength it takes to rebuild after heartbreak.
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Every Wild Needs Innocent
Romance
Noise and smoke greeted me when the bus door opened. That's it, I'm really here in Manila. I stepped off the bus. The heat of the sun immediately hit my fair skin. For sure, when I seek refuge in the wilderness, I will blush.
Before crossing to the other side, I made sure no cars were passing by until I finally made it across.
I was right. My skin immediately turned red because of the intense sunlight.
"Sister, where is the jeep?" I asked the woman selling coolers.
She turned her eyes to me when I spoke to her.
"You see that mall?" she pointed. I followed her gaze.
I nodded slowly.
"Yes," I said politely.
"Behind that mall, there are jeep parking lots."
"Ahh, is that it? Thank you."
I bought a cooler from her first, then set off.
I was drinking the cooler I bought earlier while walking to the jeep parking lot. I just realized how big Manila is. If you're from the provinces, you'll have a hard time finding parking in Manila.
I reached the jeep parking lot. I stood aside first and did not get in. I took my wallet out of my pocket to check if I still had enough fare for the boarding house.
I only had five hundred pesos left in my wallet. It was only one hundred when I took it out. A strong wind blew.
"Come on!"
Unfortunately, a strong wind blew my money away. In a panic, I quickly tried to pick it up.
"My bad luck!" I said to myself.
I managed to pick up four hundred pesos, but one was missing. I looked for the missing bill. I noticed that the wind kept blowing it towards the middle of the road. Desperate to retrieve the flying money, I suddenly crossed the road without noticing the many passing cars.
"What! Are you trying to kill yourself?!" The jeep driver yelled at me because he almost hit me.
"I'm sorry..." I apologized.
He shook his head before driving off. I turned my eyes back to the bill. I was very grateful it was now on the ground. I immediately stepped on it. But unexpectedly, a car suddenly appeared.
Using my hands, I tried to shield myself, closed my eyes, and waited for the impact.
Beep!!
I thought my life was over. I slowly opened my eyes and immediately noticed the bulky figure in front of me.
"Are you okay?" It was a man's baritone voice.
When I opened my eyes completely, my mouth fell open. A well-built man stood before me. I couldn't help but be amazed at what I saw. He looked like a sculpture, very neat and perfectly carved.
For some unknown reason, my heart started pounding.
"Hey, are you okay?"
I snapped out of my trance when he spoke again, still blinking.
"A-Ah, y-yes. I-I'm fine..." I stammered.
Electricity ran through my whole body when he held my hand to help me stand up.
"Do you feel any pain in your body?" he asked again.
I shook my head. "No. I'm really fine," I assured him so he wouldn't worry.
"Bro, let's go!"
I looked at the car of the man who almost hit me. I noticed another man in the car, wearing shades and looking obviously irritated.
I turned my gaze back to the man in front of me.
"This is my friend's calling card." He handed it to me. I accepted it immediately. "Just call him if you feel any pain in your body."
I nodded slowly.
"Thank you."
"I gotta go!" he said goodbye.
I bowed slightly and smiled as a farewell.
I moved aside because I noticed I was still blocking the road. I watched them until they disappeared from sight.
Later, I looked at the calling card he gave me and read the name written on it.
"Knoxx Cassius Wolverson."
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Kiss Leilani Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana...
Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone.
Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more.
After his coronation, he attacked Salem.
The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery.
The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves.
They lost everything, including their land.
Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage.
The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge.
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Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery.
They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too.
It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything.
As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone.
As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time.
He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck.
Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile.
"You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly.
Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face.
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