Narrative Text Tinkerbell Novels & Stories

Markisha Ivy Barcelon a simple and smart girl. Marami ang humahanga sa dalaga dahil sa angkin nitong kagandahan at kabaitan. She have a boyfriend, His name is Mikael. They Love each other very much, the relationship they have is so happy and perfect. But.. She thought their relationship was perfect. She thought they would be happy. She thought there would be no problems. But she was wrong. Because everything that mikael showed to her was a lie. Dahil ang totoo Niloko,ginamit at pinag-pustahan siya ng lalaking minahal niya. She was hurt. Durog na durog ang puso niya dahil sa nalaman, Lalo na't lumipas ang linggo, nabalitaan niyang may bago na itong girlfriend. At habang siya nasasaktan pa rin. In an unexpected Day, their paths met. she saw his Ex boyfriend with his new girlfriend. She could not bear to see them. She left, she did not want to see the man because she felt pain and anger. And on the same day, she received a text from a stranger. The person who was texting her was very creepy. he knew everything she was doing, and then she found out that she had a Stalker for a long time. Someone has been following and watching over her for a long time. Naiinis siya dito dahil napakakulit at pakealamero nito. pero habang dumadaan ang araw nasasanay na siya na kausap ito. Gusto niya na makilala ito kaso ayaw ng stalker niya. Pero mapaglaro ang tadhana. Kisha did not expect to meet her stalker in an unexpected incedent. sobrang gulat na gulat siya ng makilala niya ito. Dahil ang stalker niya ay kilalang kilala niya. Ano ang gagawin niya ngayon na nakita na niya ang taong gusto niya makilala? Lalayuan ba niya ito o hahayaan na lang na pumasok sa buhay niya?

I've been in a long-distance relationship with Xavier Harrington for four years. Every time we meet up with each other, the first thing he says to me is, "You've gotten fatter… and shorter." When my friend finds out about it, she jokes to me, "Maybe he has another girlfriend who's taller and thinner than you." It's supposed to be a joke, and yet I take it seriously. It explains why I've decided to travel a span of 1,800 miles just to seek Xavier out at the city he's stationed to. But that's when I accidentally stumble upon Xavier going on a stroll with a young woman side by side. I trail behind them, only to see them going to a cafe that's filled with people. There, they line up so that they can snap commemorative photos. However, whenever Xavier's hanging out with me, he often turns my suggestions down impatiently. To him, lining up at such places is a waste of time. Later on, Xavier and the woman secure a table in a restaurant. There, Xavier pulls out a chair for her before he starts setting out the cutlery for her. Even when the food is served, he will subconsciously push the woman's favorite dish in her direction. For the first time ever in our relationship of eight years, I find out that Xavier can be caring when he feels like it. I watch as Xavier chats animatedly with the woman at the table. He shares everything with her, be it the irritating experiences at work or the funny and interesting incidents that have happened to him so far. Then, I lower my head to look at the short text messages Xavier has sent to me in the past. "Time for work. It's lunch time. I'm about to nap." Suddenly, I find my relationship with Xavier extremely boring, so I dig out the invitation sent by my company regarding their outstation request and tap on it. After all, I no longer want anything to do with this flawed relationship anymore.

A text message popped up in the class group chat. A student had been in a car accident and had been rushed to the hospital. She urgently needed a donor with a rare RH-Negative blood type. Wanting to help, I went to the hospital and donated 800 milliliters of blood. Afterward, I passed out from blood loss. When she woke up, she claimed she was pregnant and said the baby was mine. Everyone accused me of crossing a line despite being an educator and professor in college. They said I had slept with a student and got her pregnant. I went to confront her, but she acted like she was the victim. "Your blood is in my body now, and in the baby's body too. What's wrong with saying the baby is yours? From now on, my baby and I are depending on you. You'd better take good care of us and make sure we don't suffer, or I'll sue you for seducing me and dumping me!" Furious, I shoved her. She rammed her stomach into the corner of a table on purpose and miscarried. The internet decided I was a scumbag who had killed the baby on purpose. "How can someone like that exist? How can someone like that teach at all!" I lost my job. I was doxxed and harassed over the phone. Someone even threw acid on me and destroyed my face. I lost everything. My wife, who was eight months pregnant at the time, believed me and defended me, only for the internet to turn on her too. They accused her of helping a monster to hurt others. The stress caused her to have a serious hemorrhage, and she and the baby both did not make it. Crushed by guilt and grief, I jumped off a building and killed myself. That student, however, profited from my tragedy and became an influencer with a million followers overnight. When I opened my eyes again, I had regressed to the day I saw the message in the group chat.  

When I'm pulling an overnight shift at midnight, I receive a text from my boyfriend of five years, Robert Howell. "I've already ended the rental agreement on our previous apartment. I'm sending you our new address now." After glancing at the address, realization dawns on me immediately. "Is this because of Daisy again?" Daisy Baldwin is the so-called delicate yet strong-willed young woman, whom Robert has mentioned to me. This is our third time moving apartments in just half a year. We've moved from a high-end apartment located in the boisterous city all the way to a residential area in the rural slums. All this… just so Robert can get closer to Daisy. I must have exposed Robert's true intentions, for he sounds quite humiliated and furious. "Can you stop being so petty? Dee Dee was stalked after she got off her overtime shift! You're a woman as well; how is it that you don't have any trace of empathy for her?" As I look out the window and see the night sky, I feel a wave of exhaustion hitting me all of a sudden. Honestly, I don't remember how many times Robert and I have argued over Daisy. At first, I was enraged and aggrieved. Now, I'm just speechless. "I can't be bothered to waste my breath on you. I'm going to pick Dee Dee up from work now." Robert ends the call before I can respond. The thing is, Robert has never asked me if I wanted to move right from the start. He also never asks me if I need a ride home since it's already this late at night. That's why I drop my signature on the overseas assignment agreement that has been left on my desk for a week without consulting Robert at all.

“Camille, I’ll love you forever!” Jameson let out a low, agonized growl. Just as he was about to climax, his phone suddenly began to buzz. He ignored it, of course. Now was hardly the time. However, his phone lit up again. The moment he saw the text on the screen, his body froze. Camille heard him answer the call. “Hello?” In the deep silence of the night, the voice on the phone cut through the stillness, clear and unmistakable. “Jameson, did you know that Sylvia—” Jameson switched languages and cut in with a sharp command, “Keep it down. It's not a good time.” The other person switched languages too, though he was still loud. “The hospital results came in. Sylvia is in the final stages of cancer. She only has a month left! Her last wish is to become your wife. Can you grant her that before she passes?” Jameson’s expression changed immediately. “What?! Wait for me!” He ended the call and turned to Camille. “Camille, something urgent came up. I need to step out for a bit. Be good and stay home. I’ll be back after you’ve had some sleep.” Before she could respond, he rose to wash up, changed his clothes, and left without looking back. Moments later, her phone buzzed. Sylvia: [Camille, you lost. I told you—Jameson has always been mine.] Right above it was a message from three days ago: [If I tell him I have cancer, do you think Jameson will leave you and come to me? I bet he will.] Camille’s gaze slowly shifted from her phone screen to the open bedroom door. What Jameson did not know was that she had already picked up a new language. She understood every word of that call. After a long moment, a faint, bitter smile appeared on her face. “Yeah, I lost...”

During the holidays, my boss wants us to choose between a holiday bonus and tarts. I don't like tarts at all, so I'm the first one to vote for a bonus. But the intern, Davin Holt, who's in charge of gathering everyone's votes and opinions, is quick to pin me on the hall of shame in the company's group chat. "Fabian, we mainly celebrate the holidays just to experience the atmosphere, you know? Isn't it too materialistic of you to vote for a bonus instead?" The department head tags me in the group chat as well. "Fabian, our company prioritizes the team spirit even more." In the end, everyone except me chooses the tarts. On the day of our holiday team bonding event, Davin bought everyone nut tarts. He knows that I'm allergic to nuts, and yet he still forces me to eat the tart in front of my boss just to show that I have team spirit. "Fabian, I bought the tarts with everyone's bonus. You can't just rain on our parade by rejecting them, right?" The next thing I know, I begin having difficulties breathing. At the same time, patches of red rashes break out on my skin. But Davin shoots me a look of disgust. "Dude, must you really spoil the mood while everyone else is having fun?" Desperately, I rummage through my bag for my allergy medication, only to see more tarts in its place. The sight of me looking so wretched makes Davin roar in laughter. "Medicine can be harmful to you, you know! You should have more desserts instead! That's why I've changed all of your medication to tarts!" Already, I find it more and more difficult to breathe. So, I text the CEO of this company on the spot. "Mom, my allergy is acting up! I'm at…"

For our graduation trip, the three of us traveled to Iceland to watch the aurora borealis. During the trek, my best friend Chloe Bennett’s scarf was swept away by the howling wind. Without a second thought, my boyfriend Valen Vance stripped off his own heavy scarf and wrapped her up tight in it. Turning to me, he said, “Hurry up and help Chloe fetch it. You know that’s her favorite scarf.” I braved the biting, freezing wind alone, chasing it for a long time. By the time I finally retrieved the scarf and turned around, the northern lights had already vanished from the sky—and Valen and Chloe were no longer where I left them. My phone buzzed with a text from him: “You were taking too long. Chloe is afraid of the cold, so I brought her back to the hotel first.” Stranded in a foreign country, I stood at the crossroad for six grueling hours, waving down over twenty passing cars. Finally, someone took pity on me and gave me a ride. When I stumbled back into the hotel well past midnight, shivering and entirely frozen to the bone, I found them curled up under a thick blanket, huddled close together as they looked over the photos they had taken that day. They were laughing and chatting about photography and the northern lights—a conversation I was permanently locked out of. Noticing me, Valen merely frowned. “What took you so long? I made a mug of hot tea for you over there. Go warm yourself up.” I wrapped my numb fingers around the mug. The tea inside had gone ice-cold hours ago. At that moment, an overwhelming wave of exhaustion settled deep into my chest. Fine, then. I booked the earliest flight out, canceled the rest of our hotel reservations, and decided right then to leave. The northern lights I spent a lifetime chasing were never meant for me. There was no need to chase them anymore.

Helen Sinclair walked out of a penthouse with nothing but a bag she'd packed four months before she needed it. No note. No explanation. Just a text — I can't do this anymore — and she left. She had married Alexander Sinclair because her father's company was drowning and the Sinclair name was the only life raft available. Nobody told her that. She figured it out herself, eighteen months too late, sitting on a cold bathroom floor with a positive pregnancy test while her husband's voice carried through the wall on another call that mattered more than she did. So she left. Three years later she is Helen Carter, living in Boston. Small apartment, a plant named Gerald, a job she earned herself. A quiet life entirely hers. She is also fourteen weeks pregnant with a child Alexander doesn't know exists. Then Julian Cross calls. He knows you're in Boston. He's coming himself. Alexander arrives with no team, no lawyers, no plan — which is so unlike him it frightens her. He says he just needed to see she was okay. She almost believes him. Then his eyes drop to her stomach and she watches him understand everything without a single word. What follows is a collision neither of them is prepared for. Alexander, who has never chased anything, now refuses to leave. Helen, who rebuilt herself from nothing, refuses to be pulled back. Julian Cross is realizing he has feelings for the woman his employer never deserved. And Nina Sinclair is about to blow everything open before Helen gets to decide anything herself. This is not a story about a woman who gets rescued. It's about one who makes the man who lost her prove he's worth finding again — on her terms, or not at all.

Mark Ivan Barcelon and Eizel Francine Story (Hello, sa nakabasa na po ng Book 1 ng MY STALKER, eto na po ang kwento ni Eizel at Ivan, Bestfriend at kambal ni Kisha. Enjoy Reading!) Si Eizel ay may lihim na pag-ibig kay Ivan, ang kambal ng kanyang matalik na kaibigan. Ang magmahal niya dito ay hindi madali, pero para kay Eizel, walang mahirap pagdating sa pag-ibig. Mula pagkabata, may pagtingin na siya kay Ivan, at habang tumatagal, lalong lumalalim ang nararamdaman niya. Natatakot siyang umamin dahil baka layuan siya nito at hindi na pansinin. O mas takot siyang masaktan sa magiging sagot nito. Kaya't nakukuntento na lang siya sa pagtingin mula sa malayo at pag-silay. Matapang siyang babae, pero pagdating sa nararamdaman niya kay Ivan, wala siyang lakas ng loob na umamin. Pero dahil sa suporta ng kanyang kaibigan sa kabaliwan niya, nakapag-isip siya ng paraan kung paano unti-unting makuha ang atensyon nito. Tinext niya ito at nagpakilala sa ibang pangalan. Hindi siya sumuko kahit napaka-ilap nito sa text at chat. Hindi naman nasayang ang effort na ginawa niya. Napansin din siya nito. Pero paano kung nakuha na niya ang atensyon na matagal na niyang inaasam? At hiniling nito na magpakilala na siya at magpakita? Kaya ba niyang sundin ang hiling nito? Handa na ba siyang harapin ang lalaking mahal niya? Tatanggapin kaya siya nito kapag nalaman na siya si Eizel Francine Evangelista, ang bestfriend ng kambal niya, ang babaeng nasa likod ng lahat? ************************

“Easy baby, let me show you how it's done.” I flipped him onto his back and settled between his thighs. His eyes widened, that pretty blush spreading down his neck as I pushed back inside him. “Ahh… go slow,” His head fell back into the pillow, his fingers clutching my chest. I rolled my hips in smooth strokes, letting him feel every inch. Calix arched his back, soft moans spilling from his lips. “You like that?” “It feels so good…” He breathed, “Slower… please,” He begged. I slowed down immediately, watching him squirm beneath me. Then his hands grabbed my waist, pulling me harder against him. “Faster,” He pleaded. “Noah, faster—” *** *** *** “I will tell your father you’re a disgusting faggot!” Caught chest-to-chest with Calix Sinclair on his bed, Noah Kensington’s fiancée threatened to ruin him… forcing Noah to chase Calix out into the pouring rain in the middle of the night. Now engaged to Ariana, Noah still can’t stay away. He sends Calix a text, demanding they meet. And what happens next is the same dangerous game all over again— heated touches, desperate kisses, and raw need. And just like before, Noah betrays him the second his fiancée appears. Calix Sinclair is the captain of Northcott University’s hockey team, but when the rink is sold and his scholarship is pulled, he is forced to make a deal with the one man he hates the most: move into Noah’s luxurious estate, become his private training partner, and belong to the Ice King for six months. But behind closed doors, their rivalry explodes into a dark, addictive obsession. Calix swears he’s straight. He swears he hates Noah Kensington. So why does he keep letting the man who destroys him come back for more?