The rusty hinges rasped their protest as the moving truck rumbled away, leaving a cloud of dust hanging heavy in the air. Forbidden Dawn. The name etched on the peeling mailbox mocked me, the irony not lost on a sixteen-year-old girl forced to start over in a town seemingly stuck in a sepia-toned filter. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of bruised purple and fiery orange, a breathtaking display wasted on this desolate place. Dad had disappeared two months ago, muttering something about taking responsibility. Responsibility for what, I had no clue. My world had shrunk to my ailing grandmother's tiny apartment, filled with the scent of mothballs and unspoken secrets. When Grandma finally succumbed to pneumonia, Dad reappeared, looking even more haggard than usual, with a woman in tow who introduced herself as Claire. Claire, my stepmother, the woman I was supposed to call Mom now. Mom. The word tasted foreign on my tongue. My biological mother remained a ghost, her memory shrouded in a silence that choked the life out of every attempt I made to learn about her. When I was little, their answers were evasive, laced with a sorrow that turned their smiles brittle. After a while, I stopped asking, preferring the suffocating quiet to the raw pain I saw reflected in their eyes. Dad's new home was far from the bustling city I was used to. Forbidden Dawn was a one-street town, the houses huddled close like whispering secrets. Everything was a shade of gray, from the cracked pavement to the weather-beaten facades. Yet, there was a strange charm to it, an eeriness that both repelled and intrigued me. Like a faded photograph come to life, shrouded in dust and unanswered questions. Claire, a woman with eyes that held stories untold and a smile that promised warmth, took it upon herself to show me around. The house was surprisingly large, echoing with the emptiness of unused rooms. There was the living room, furnished in a style that screamed "early 1900s," complete with a grandfather clock that seemed to hold its breath whenever I passed by. Upstairs, a guest room awaited me, decorated in a cheerful floral pattern that felt incongruous with the overall atmosphere. Then, there was the forbidden door. It was tucked away at the end of the hallway, a dark oak monstrosity that seemed to ooze an aura of secrecy. "That's Adrian's room," Claire said, her voice dropping to a low whisper. "Don't go in there. He… he's not like us." Her eyes darted nervously to the locked door, and a shiver ran down my spine. Adrian, her stepson, my nonexistent stepbrother, and the source of the house's unsettling mood. "He doesn't like visitors," she continued, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Just trust me, okay?" Curiosity, a trait I inherited from both my parents, gnawed at me. Who was Adrian? Why the secrecy around him? Why did it feel more like a warning than a request? Claire, sensing my rising rebellion, surprised me with a small silver necklace. A delicate chain held a worn amethyst pendant, its facets catching the dwindling light and shimmering with an inner glow. "This was Adrian's mother's," Claire said, placing it gently in my palm. "It's for protection. You might need it." She spoke cryptically, her eyes filled with a foreboding that sent a tremor of unease through me. Protection? From whom? Was the strangeness of this town more than just its appearance? Forbidden Dawn. The name echoed in my mind, a premonition rather than a mere address. As I slipped the necklace on, a cold wave swept through me, goosebumps erupting on my skin. A tiny voice whispered inside me, urging me to turn back, to run. But another voice, one filled with stubborn defiance, held its ground. This was my new home, and I would unravel its secrets, one step at a time. Even if those secrets threatened to unravel me in return.

I stared out the office window, the bustling night lights of Tanza blurring into a kaleidoscope of color. Across the room, Jake was laughing with a group of our coworkers, his smile both familiar and forbidden. He was everything I never thought I`d fall for – charming, witty, with a bad personality. I stole a glance at Jake, his brow furrowed in concentration as he tapped away at his keyboard. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Here I was again, completely and utterly smitten with a man who was completely unavailable.It all started innocently enough. We were cubicle mates, thrown together by the whims of the office manager. We bonded over shared lunches, after-work drinks that turned into late-night confessions, and whispered jokes that had us both erupting in laughter, oblivious to the world around us.Except, the world around us included Sarah, Jake's very unsuspecting girlfriend. I knew about her, of course. Jake, with his devilish grin and easy charm, never tried to hide her existence. He'd talk about weekend getaways they planned and movies they intended to see, all the while his eyes lingering on me a beat too long, his hand brushing against mine a little too intentionally.I knew I was playing a dangerous game. Jake, with his brooding good looks and 'bad boy' persona, was everything I shouldn't want. Yet, there was a vulnerability beneath his bravado, a kindness that peeked through the cracks in his carefully constructed facade. It was that vulnerability that had me hopelessly entangled in this mess.Our love, if you could even call it that, was a clandestine affair. Stolen glances across the break room, lingering touches in the stairwell, and late-night texts that sent shivers down my spine. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once.A part of me wanted to run, to escape the inevitable heartbreak I knew was coming. Sarah, from the whispers I'd overheard, seemed perfect for Jake. Kind, intelligent, everything I wasn' t. But the other part, the traitorous part, clung to the stolen moments, the shared laughter, the way his eyes held mine when he thought no one was looking.Denial, I knew, was a dangerous place to be. But facing the truth, meant facing the loss of Jake. I pictured him with Sarah, happy and carefree, and a pang of jealousy twisted through me. I was the other woman, the unwanted secret, and the guilt gnawed at me constantly.Every day, the battle raged within me. My head screamed at me to walk away, to preserve the sanctity of their relationship and my own dignity. But my heart, a stubborn and foolish thing, clung to the sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, our forbidden love could somehow find a way.

This story is available in Dreame app Rated +18 TYPOGRPHICAL AND ERRORS "Ang storya na ito ay naglalaman ng mga hindi kaaya ayang mga eksena at malalaswang bagay na hindi maari sa mga batang mambabasa." I used to like him but many things he took away from me like how my mom and dad adore me in my school. Tumaas Ang expectations nila mom na kaya Kong tumulad sa talino ni Lexus but I'm a failure. We became a HighSchool and we're on the same school. I never treated him like how my parents treated him. I just don't like his appearance. All what he wanted laging binibigay ni mom and dad at pag may gala siya lagi siyang pinapayagan no limits. And ako limitado lang lahat. I try to get rid of him but my mom and dad get angry at me. This is the story why I hate Lexus Martin.

I woke up in the middle of the night and somebody's calling my name. And I follow that voice that keep calling me out of no where. I just keep running and running until I reach this un unexplainable place. The place that I don't even know.

Rated +16 TYPOGRPHICAL AND ERRORS "Ang storya na ito ay naglalaman ng mga hindi kaaya ayang mga eksena at malalaswang bagay na hindi maari sa mga batang mambabasa." Dating may ari ng isang kumpanya ang ama ni Saphira samantala ang ina naman nito ay Isa lamang katulong simula ng Magmahalan ang Ama at Ina nito ay nag hirap na ang buhay nila dahil di matanggap ng pamilya ng kanyang ama ang pagaasawa nito sa isang dukha kaya lumaki siyang mahirap at ginawa niya ang lahat upang makapasa at maging isang magaling na Abugado ngunit sa kasamaang palad bumagsak siya sa bar exam at simula noon ang kalbaryo ng buhay niya lumipas ang ilang taon ilang trabaho na rin ang dumaan sakanya pero walang tumatagal pero dahil sa pangangaylangan ang tanging trabaho lang nanaialok sakanya ng kaibigan ang sinubukan niyang pasukin at simula noon isang lalaki naman ang sumusubok na pumapasok sa buhay nito Tunghayan ang istorya ni Saphira kung ano ang susunod na mangyayari. Anak ng Intense desire 2

Rated 16 This story is about the broken hearted girl that cannot get over with her Ex. Lumipat ito sa city upang makalimot at mag umpisa ng bagong buhay at dito nakilala niya si Ian ang bagong nag patibok ng puso niya pero ang hindi alam ng dalaga na parehas sila ng ama. What will happen next? Ipagpapatuloy pa banila ang naumpisahan o tatapusin nalng na parang wala lang ang lahat?

Rated 16 Typographical and Errors "Destiny might gave us the best but we really dont know when they Inbound. We should be ready for the rest because there is no right time I guess.. Because every minute, hour, time, days pass us is always a right time. Zcey met a man that she never thought she would fall it's started with a friendship and after so many years of being apart from each other they meet again but in this case what will happen?