Novels by Paroj-Paroj

"Sign it, Ellie."Valerian’s words rang in my ears. I lost count of how many times he had tried to convince me, but my hand still refused to move, hovering over the stupid paper like it weighed a ton.I wanted this. I was the one who suggested it. So why the hell am I hesitating now?"I know what to do, don’t rush me," I snapped, shooting a glare at the man sitting across from me as I sat on the floor, he's far too comfortable and confident for someone who’d been nagging me.His man spread was almost right in my face. And had I—out of curiosity—glanced at what sinful thing he hid under those pants? I think more than a dozen times in the past few minutes already.Sighing, I picked up the pen, my lips twisting in disapproval."Time ticks, baby."I was on the edge of a cliff, and this man was shoving me right off. Was he for real?I threw him another glance. Those same green orbs that had swallowed me whole for years were still watching me like I was the only person he could ever fall fo

I take it back. I regret it. I regret it!!The pain I feel is the worst of all. Never in my entire life have I felt this way. And it's all Valerian's fault."Aah!" I screamed, tears welling in my eyes.I gripped his already wrinkled shirt—one he had barely worn by now. Some of his buttons had flown everywhere from my pulling."Damn you, Val! I swear I'm going to kill you!" I shouted at him as the nurses transferred me from the ambulance to the stretcher.My water just broke!I have an indefinite words to explain what I feel right now, but it just doubled up whenever I senses Valerian's loud panic. He acts like he's the one who would give birth."Hang in there, baby," he comforted me. "Everything will be just fine. I'll be here, okay? Just—just hold my hand, okay?"Sweat formed in bullets on his forehead. My whole body hurt, and I felt like I was about to explode.I expected the pain, but I didn’t know it would feel "this" bad! Is my body splitting to two? I gripped his shirt tighter

I stood frozen while I watched him walk in with confidence, his hands in his pockets. He gazed at me like I had committed a crime.Actually, I did.Ute sherpishly chuckled to lighten the mood. "I’ll join the others. I'll leave you two to talk, okay?" She excused herself and patted Valerian’s chest twice, silently telling him to be careful before blending into the crowd.A lump formed in my throat. Is he mad at me for not telling him sooner?"Val..." I called, my voice fragile and guilty.He shuffled the sole of his shoe as he slid closer to me, searching for my eyes.Lifting his hand, he tucked my hair behind my ear and guided my head to meet the calmness of his gaze.Instead of showing betrayal, he looked at me with even more intense love."I'm sorry," I whispered. "I—I should've told you the moment I figured it out. I was just—" I began to babble, but he placed his forefinger on my lips and hushed me."I'm not mad. Just surprised that we're going to have twins," he clarified, showin

Fanning myself, I find it hard to breathe. Was the dress too tight? Did I eat too much? Or was I just hyperventilating because I was minutes away from getting married... for the second time? "Relax, relax, relax. Think of it as just a normal day and then seal this night with a kiss from your prince charming with big guns and a dick." I frowned at Bree’s so-called pep talk while she gave her whole body a once-over in the mirror. But judging by the look on her face, she wasn’t satisfied with how she looked. "Breathe in, breathe out..." she murmured, meeting my gaze in the mirror. "I think I’m better off with your 'encouragements,' Bree. I swear, they're not helping," I cut her off as I adjusted the ribbon of my robe. "It’s not for you, mother. It’s for me," she replied, pouring herself a glass of water before exhaling loudly. My back ached again, and the mix of excitement and anxiousness wasn’t helping at all. Add Bree to that—she had been with me since I started getting my hair a

Swallowing my burp, I stared at the view of the resort from the small hill, where I could see the guests enjoying the last weeks of summer.The whole place was enough to give anyone peace—but not me."Stop staring," I chided, noticing how Valerian's eyes had been eating me up since we woke up this morning.It's making me so conscious of how I look.Does he think I look fat? I did gain weight from my pregnancy because of my nonstop cravings, and it was obvious—especially on my arms and cheeks.When I looked in the mirror this morning, I thought I was staring at a steamed bun. I already have a double chin, and it's kind of stressing me out."You look beautiful," he suddenly uttered, looking at me viciously—like he's a wild lion and he wants to eat me.Rolling my eyes, I created some space between us. "Can you say something sincere? I literally look like a pig right now," I snorted."That's not true. It’s like claiming you’re an angel," he retorted, wearing that smug grin on his face.I

Too lazy to work, I stared into the air, replaying what happened that night at the celebration. If I could just go back in time, I'd smack my own head and tell myself to act right. I guess I just got sedated in the moment. There were a lot of eyes on us, high expectations poured onto me—the highlight of the night. And did I give them the right show? Did I give him the answer he was anticipating? I caressed my five-month-old womb. I guess I did the right thing. "Knock, knock?" someone uttered, showing up by the open door of my office with a bouquet of tulips and sunflowers hiding his face. "Earth is closed, Mr. Blackwood. Come back when it's open," I shooed him, leaning back in my chair as I watched his sulky face revealed when he pulled the flowers down. "Mood swings?" Valerian asked, pulling a surprise from behind him—a basket of oranges that made my eyes twinkle. "I think I've got an answer to that." Rolling my eyes, I had to clamp my lips shut to hide my excitement upon see

MICHAELMarried, patched up the past, and currently facing some challenges."Whoa!" I exclaimed as a flying vase welcomed me the moment I entered the house. It nearly hit my face if not for my quick reflexes."I don't want to see your face!" Natasha shouted, catching me off guard.I knew she was in a bad mood when I left this morning, but what had I done wrong?Setting the vase down on the floor, I was greeted by another jar, but this time, I failed to catch it, and it hit the wall, shattering into pieces."Baby, what's wrong? What did I do?" I asked, completely clueless about the situation."You were seeing another woman!" She accused, grabbing a flower vase from the coffee table."Baby! Baby! Stop, okay? Let's talk this through.""Talk?" She threw the vase, hitting the door. "Only guilty people would want to talk because they know they were caught!""What?" I sighed, walking closer to her."Don't you dare take another step, Michael Montero," she pointed her index finger at me, but I

NATASHAI let out a yelp as Michael suddenly scooped me up from the ground when we entered the house.The entire day had been a mix of nervousness and excitement. Now, we're wrapping it up by expressing the love we vowed in front of the altar and, well... by making love."How does it feel to finally be my Mrs. Montero?" He inquired, kissing my jaw as we climbed the stairs."I haven't felt it yet, but I think I'll find out once we get to the bed," I mischievously replied, knowing he enjoyed it.The way his face lit up and his eyes sparkled, I knew my naughty Michael enjoyed it when I let myself go wild. He likes it whenever I ride along in his mischievous side."Oh-ho, you definitely will," he chuckled, pushing open the door to our bedroom and gently laying me down on the bed, being careful not to hurt my stomach. "I want to be rough, but I can't, right?""Nope," I shook my head, biting my lower lip."That's a shame," he whispered before leaning in to kiss my lips.I could sense his ex

MICHAELThe church is ready, everyone is prepared, and I am all set. However, what's not ready is the schedule; Natasha is still not walking down the aisle.Aaron's laughter beside me only adds to my irritation. "Chill, man. I'm pretty sure Tasha won't run away this time. She's head over heels for you."Choosing him as my best man might have been a mistake. I could have picked Quintus instead, but he insisted on giving up that spot and settled for a seat in the audience. But, Pierce intervened, insisting that they both accompany Natasha down the aisle together.The process of the wedding was a challenge, it was a lot of work, a lot of planning, but now, everything was perfect.I just wish that Natasha will see this as what she expected it to be."You're sweating. I bet you'll be drenched like someone poured a bucket of water on you once she finally arrives," he teased.Rolling my eyes, I silently prayed that I wouldn't do anything inappropriate in the church, or I'd end up in hell soo

NATASHAPromises are being fulfilled one by one, leading me closer to exchanging vows with the person I want to spend my life with."Are you really sure about your choice?" Laura's question felt weighty, as if we were discussing something serious, even though we were just ordering a slice of cake at the café."I clearly said I wanted it," I replied matter-of-factly. "You're acting like you're footing the bill," I added, handing the girl at the bar the money to settle everything I ordered."I'm just worried about you. Michael mentioned you've been into sweets lately. Have you seen all the treats you ordered? All sweets," she gestured towards the three paper bags being readied at the counter. "Yes, you asked for one slice, but did you order every flavor available?"Looking around with a pout, I noticed how Laura's nagging had caught the attention of some customers."If you plan on bloating up like a balloon, you might want to postpone the wedding because the gown won't fit," she teased.

MICHAELI can feel the coldness of her hands against mine; I can see how edgy she becomes as she fidgets on her seat for the past few minutes.The soft song coming from the speakers isn't loud enough to drown out the loud beating of her heart because from where I am, I can hear it."Relax, baby. No one's going to eat you here aside from me," I joked and squeezed her hand lightly. "Unless you need me to ease you down. I'd be glad to attend you in one of the rooms available in Dad's house," I whispered to her.I expected her to scold me and slap my shoulder, but instead, she stood up and pulled me with her.Looks like her hormones are getting stronger and stronger. I like it when she's the one insisting.Passing by Richie, who's carrying a tray of food, probably for Nathaniel, I nodded at him when he looked at us with a frown. Must be because the party is about to start, and we're heading back inside the house.Wincing, I discreetly pointed at Natasha, and he already knew what it means.

NATASHAMy choice was right to drop everything I planned ahead and settle at home, in bed with my husband.I feel like a woman, a strong person while he makes me weak at the same time."You're-- you're pulling back," I said, noticing the way he doesn't move the way he did back then. Every thrust he gives me is careful and slow, tickling me."Shhh...." he hushed me before claiming my lips and kissing me endearingly. Every suck he makes on my lower lip urges me to make a sound, and every time he thrusts deep inside me, I catch my breath.My fingers run through his hair, yanking and pulling. Wanting him closer."I missed you so much," he whispered in my ear as he moved inside me.The air between us is supposed to give us the freedom to breathe properly, yet we only feel suffocated. Our skin begins glistening, sweat rolls in a breezy morning.The wind coming from the open balcony door can't outdo the heat we're making."Ah!" I scream when he hits the right spot, deep. "I'm coming," I gasp

EPILOGUE"... a massacre happened at the subdivision of **** at ****, Queensland, Australia. The police released a statement about the tragedy this afternoon and it was said that the tragic end of the lives of these people happened in the morning. The neighbors have reported the multiple gun shots that disturbed the neighborhood this morning. Two girls have witnessed the gunmen but haven't spoken anything from shock...""... the identity of 17 bodies are the family of known doctor of **** Dr. Carl Hamilton himself, his wife -Amy Hamilton-, his 3 daughters- Finley, Dolora and Ezra Halmiton- and 2 granddaughters - Helga and Gia Beaver, an AFD agent Ricochet Zimmerman, his wife Lucy Jameson-Zimmerman and daughter Judy Zimmerman, the former Detective Won Kenji, Former Inspector Hank Walker, Leonardo Olaso, a billionaire and a philanthropist Alexis peterson and his family Luke and Sandra Peterson, a pregnant woman identified as Lyka

•THE LAST CHAPTER•"I already killed you." Kenji coughed blood, his hands are trying to suppress the blood streaming out from the holes of his body.Klyde protruded his lower lip, paired it with a frown. "Do I look like a ghost to you?" He asked the former Detective and squats beside him while holding a 45 caliber gun in his hand and suck a breath, trying to be a psycho as who he is. "Aren't you scared of me? I'm alive, awoo!!" He acted like a ghost caring a kid and cackled loudly."You son of a b*tch." Kenji grunted, having a hard time breathing from the blood choking his throat.His eyes landed on the people he was with just a while ago. Having fun, eating, laughing together, having a good time. Until they were caught off guard. Armed men came barging in from the front door holding automatic weapons that finished the whole of the family's life, including the two kids. Leaving jone of them

•THE STORY LEFT BEHIND•Years earlier..."HQ, we have eyes on the suspect. Commencing force entry." He reported to the station."Clear upstairs.""Clear downstairs, he's alone."Breaking in the house and they all pointed their high powered gun at him. And there Klyde just sat there with clenching jaw."Klyde McMarrow, you're under arrest." Detective Won announced and pick a hand cuff from his pocket.He protrudes his lips. "You know I'm watching my favorite show, drinking my favorite scotch, sitting on my favorite couch and inside my favorite safe house. Now I get to see someone who's not in my favor of seeing." He uttered and placed the glass down and raised both of his hands. "I surrender." He casually says full of cockiness and even smiling.Detective Won harshly took both of his hands behind him and made

•THE REUNION•~Second to none, second to no one, for he who stayed at first and the last, for he who started the mess and will keep it going until he finish what was left in the past.After so many a day and a night passed, horrors of the Harmonica Fall tragedy has been long forgotten by many people, although some are still in fear to reminisce that view.It's been long peaceful in that small town ever since, many families that lived there stayed, some left, some never visited the town, some are sober from the incident happened.The Hamilton's vacation house has been empty ever since. The McMarrows Mansion has been eaten by the forest. The victims of the monster have been long gone and in peace.But out of peacefulness, there is this one man who left all the dreadful stories in Harmonica Fall. Tending to strike it's darkness somewhere else. Wanting

•THE NEW LIFE OF BRENNER•"Thank you for accepting my invitation. It means so much to me." Joshua Brenner sits adjacent to Finley hamilton that dressed herself decently for a formal dinner he invited her for."It's nothing, besides I have no schedule for tonight." She smiled at him and straightened her posture. "So, what kind of proposal do you actually have in mind to offer?" She "formally" asked him.Joshua has his hands t above the table, veiled with a thick table fabric. The light is dimmed, enough for a comfortable, cozy, relaxing atmosphere of this fancy restaurant they are in. White plates and organized utensils beside, clear glass to sip from poured little by a deep violet wine. All are relaxed, composed and clear but not him."No need to be that formal. It's nothing business... truthfully. I'm sorry I lied about it." He leans a bit forward with his tensed shoulders are aching from

•THE NEW LIFE OF WALKER•Inside that nursing home where his dearest grandmother stays bed ridden from her old age and in the situation of badly needing an operation to her bones, Walker carries a good news for her."My dear boy, how I missed you so much." The old Mrs. Walker smiled as soon as she saw the only grandchild that cares about her. "Come here and give me a hug." She opened her arms wide, inviting him for a hug, and who is he to say no?"Grandma." Walker walked closer to her and give her what she asked. "I missed you too, grandma." He whispered to her dearest person."I know, Hank. I know." Her old voice echoed through his ear, and it sounds like a thousand angels singing a song for him."I have good news for you, grandma." He pulled out of the hug and sits on a chair next to her bed. "I finally got the money for your operation, you're going to be healed, grand

I groaned as the buzzing beside the bed yanked me out of sleep.Fumbling around, I found a phone—not mine."Galactic Dic group chat?" I mumbled, blinking and rubbing my eyes. I had to squint at the screen like a grandma.This is definitely not my phone.The latest message, from someone named Captain Extortion, said: "Yo, 'Panty Collector' missed rooftop drinks last night. Who's the lucky girl, Johnny?"—followed by a flood of crying GIFs.Wait... what?I tossed the phone onto the bed just as Johnny been puked out by the bathroom, robe around his waist, towel in his hair.Our eyes met.He grinned, smug and annoyingly satisfied. He looked so proud—dripping with that post-sex confidence. I could already tell he was dying to mock me about finally sleeping with his secretary.Guess I’m getting fired."Sleeping Beauty’s up," he said.I yanked the blanket to my chin, holding it like a shield as he walked over.His scent—fancy hotel shampoo and something expensive—went from my nose then straig

“Where were your clothes, anyway? Weren’t you cold?” I asked as we stepped into the elevator.I was bundled head‑to‑toe, but he stood beside me in nothing but board shorts and a towel slung over one shoulder.What. A. Tease.“I’m the hottest man on earth,” he purred, winking.Right—no wonder I was sweating like hell.Ever since we had left the pool, I had felt his eyes soaking me in. Suspicious? Oh, please, no.The elevator dinged. Two women stepped in. Their gazes glued themselves to Johnny, and they giggled when he flashed a smile.“There’s a party on the rooftop—everyone’s invited,” the blonde chirped, while the brunette blatantly simped over my half‑naked boss. I shrank into the corner.“Sounds fun,” he said.The doors slid open on my floor, and I slipped out like a breeze, bee‑lining for my room. I didn’t even check whether Johnny followed.The jerk had oceans of time for women; he would forget a plain Jane like me in a heartbeat.Man‑whore.I scoffed and shoved my door open—only

"Almost forty grand, and that was called mercy," I scoffed with sarcastic delight, struggling to hold all the shopping bags in my hands. I shuffled my way toward the hotel veranda and headed straight to my suite.Johnny loves spending money—and I thank him for giving me a decent place to stay. Though honestly, I'd accept anything, as long as I don’t have to share it with him."Thank you for the blessing, Mr. Johnny Miles."I ended my night with a long, happy sigh.It’s not every day I get to buy whatever I want. I didn’t even have to touch the allowance Tamara gave me, and all my wants? Solved.After stripping off all my clothes, I hopped in the shower, then slipped into a robe. I was about to begin my nightly ritual when my phone buzzed.Of course. Johnny.That man just doesn’t know how to make a call."Why would he?" I muttered, smirking. "If he’s trying to give Mrs. Walker crutches." I snorted as I flopped down on the edge of the bed. "She won’t be a ‘walker’ by tomorrow." I let ou

"Hey, Cassy babe. Which one do you think suits me best?" He lifted two identical ties in front of me, looking overdressed with all his buttons done.I came by his hotel room to remind him of what he had to do today, but I think everything I said just went in one ear and out the other.Without glancing at them, I pointed at the one on the right with my pen."Did you hear what I just told you?" I asked, arching an eyebrow while he chose the one on the left, making me scoff.Why did he even bother asking?"The dinner meeting with Mrs. Walker will start in a few moments. Her secretary gave me a copy of her proposal and—surprise—you didn’t bother touching it," I muttered, picking up the folder from the table. "I read the whole thing, just like you asked.""Uh-huh?" he mumbled, tone completely disinterested."Would you like me to express what I think about it?" I insisted, finally lifting my eyes to look at him—only to find him fumbling with his tie."Tell me something about Mrs. Walker," h

"Sorry for being an asshole — your boss, John Bailey Miles, CEO of the Miles Shipping Corporation." That was what was written on the card attached to the bouquet.I would've felt bad if it wasn’t for his whole name and title being written below it. I would've felt worse if it were handwritten, but it was printed like a calling card—except it didn’t even have his number.But… he bought me roses. "White" roses.Is the jerk finally trying to graduate from being who he is? I don't think so. He must've just Googled what flowers mean or told one of his "peasants" to do all this for him."At least he apologized," I muttered nasally and slipped the card into my journal. "But he apologized in the most asshole way." I rolled my eyes and tried to focus on my dull workday.I do the same thing every day, and I've already got the gist of it. But today, aside from what Johnny left unattended, I was also blessed with more stress when he locked himself in his office. And yes, it frustrates the heck ou

"Hmm..." I hummed after a sip of caffeine in the morning, my eyes closed.Then I heard a deep chuckle.When I opened my eyes, I found Stefano looking at me in amusement as he took a bite of his breakfast."Sorry, it's just that I get too engrossed in the feeling whenever I drink coffee," I cleared up with a wince, placing the mug down and shrugging."Who doesn't?" he replied and copied the way I sipped my coffee, causing me to laugh at him. "How long have you been working for Mr. Miles, if you don't mind me asking?""It'll be two years next month," I answered, fixing my hairband. "Still new, but for the record, the only one who lasted that long.""Really?""Sir Johnny's been a CEO for three years only, and he changed his secretary more than a hundred times before I came," I explained, owning it as a compliment for myself. "His mother put me on the chair, and I fit right in. Because I have no interest in him. I'm right for the job."He arched his eyebrow. His aura was too bright that I