Serving hot tea, messier love stories, and zero boring vibes.
Dear Brave Reader,
Omg, you actually made it. You just unlocked the KatMaria multiverse—aka the place where characters kiss, cry, and cause chaos like it’s a competitive sport. This is where kilig meets chaos, and drama gets a plot twist every 3 pages.
What Happens Here?
Stories that hit harder than your ex’s “seen” at 2AM. We’ve got assassins with secret soft spots, nuns with a double life, and villains who deliver TED Talks before causing problems. No flat moments here—every scene has a wink, a burn, or a jump-scare hugot.
Why Stay?
Because life’s already messy, so why not romanticize the chaos? Prices are friendlier than your fave barista, maraming libreng story, don't worry, and the prose? Crispier than fries at 2AM. Here, you’re the lead, the love interest, AND the plot twist.
Final Warning (with Love):
Reading may cause excessive giggling, sudden Taglish, and a desire to message your ex with “long story short, ikaw ang subplot.” Proceed, mahal. The drama is delicious—at ikaw ang bida.
A landless empire ruled by bullets, bound by blood, defined by legend.
Las Águilas isn’t your neighborhood fraternity of ex-military types who miss their guns. No, sir. This is a mercenary syndicate masquerading as a global security firm—if global security means assassinations, black ops, arms recovery, high-value target extractions, and occasionally babysitting the dictator’s mistress when she’s bored in Ibiza.
They don’t recruit. They choose.
Training? Think Navy SEALs meets medieval torture with a PowerPoint. Loyalty? Blood in, bullets out. Uniforms? Black. Always black. Not for stealth—just to hide the sweat, gunpowder, and shame of being too good at their jobs.
Most agents were born with daddy issues and a six-pack. The rest? Orphans raised by trauma and sarcasm.
You want someone to disappear without a trace? Call Las Águilas.
You want that someone’s entire bloodline to be a cautionary tale? Call twice.
Their motto?
"We fly in. We don’t ask. We clean up."
And if you’re lucky, you won’t even realize you were the mission.
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She Paid to Have a Baby—He Ended Up Paying With His Heart
Diego hovered over her, hot and heavy, every slow, deep thrust full of attitude. His grip pinned her wrists like he’d reserved the space.
“Why’d you get artificial insemination, huh?” he growled.
“Couldn’t wait for me?”
“You weren’t there,” Diana gasped.
He paused, smirking. “I’m here now. Inside you. Still gonna act like this means nothing?”
She moaned, “You’re such an asshole…”
“But I’m your asshole.” He kissed her, wicked and deep. “Science had you first. Now? You’re mine.”
She groaned as he moved harder. “I hate you.”
“Then hate me while you—yeah, like that.”
“Diego!” she cried, clinging tighter.
He grinned. “Come on, shut me up.”
She did. As she fell apart in his arms, his hand rested on her belly—both babies inside. One she thought wasn’t his.
He knew better. Both were his.
And he was definitely telling her… later.
Elias stood a few feet away with Angkong at the herbal stall, cool as ever, pretending to inspect turmeric capsules. Parang hindi tao—more like hologram na doktor. But when his eyes flicked toward her, it wasn’t just a glance—it was a slow, measured sweep that made Ella feel oddly lightheaded and warm all at once.
Ella narrowed her eyes. “Doc,” bulong niya habang dumadaan ito, “baka kailangan mo na ng mushroom sa soup number 5. Mabenta sa seniors at career men tulad mo.”
He raised a brow, gaze lingering on her just a second longer than necessary. “Pass. Kahit career man ako, hindi ko pa kailangan no’n. Baka gusto mong subukan natin kung kailangan ko?”
Putek. Kuryente sa batok, tapos may mainit pababa sa dibdib. Buti na lang ’di dinig ng mga pinsan niya.
“Robot ka nga,” asar ni Ella, kahit may bahid ng ngiti. “Walang spark. Laging Zoom mode.”
Angkong chuckled. “Naku, Ella, ikaw talaga. Akala mo yata lahat ng tao eh tulad ng mga binatilyo rito sa Binondo na pwede mong gulatin ng libre.”
“Lo, parang po siyang AI na doktor,” dagdag ni Ella.
“No worries po,” ani Elias, pero may bahagyang ngisi habang tinititigan siya. “Ella’s just… Binondo-level caffeine.”
Ella scoffed. “Excuse me, Persian cat ako. May pedigree, may TikTok following—”
Elias finally looked up, holding her gaze until her stomach flipped. “More like stray cat with WiFi. Laging online, mahilig sa paandar… pero ’pag tinawag mo—deadma.”
Once Upon a Petri Dish...
Kuya-Zoned Agent, Overcooked Feelings.
Yago told himself it was nothing—just sex. Then she ghosted, leaving only one incriminating pink scrunchie. Now she was in his office. He blocked the doorway like a six-foot HR violation. “Running again, Chef?”
“I’m on break!” she squeaked, sidestepping.
“Break from work or from me?”
She bolted left. He caught her waist.
“Cassie,” he murmured, backing her to the wall. “You think I forgot how you taste?”
“You didn’t warn me the wine had a kick! Lasang juice lang, tapos lasing na ’ko—”
“You didn’t say stop.”
“My brain rebooted and forgot English!”
He kissed her—messy, needy.
“I thought it meant nothing,” she gasped.
“Then why are you shaking?”
“Because I don’t have the emotional maturity for this!”
“Lucky for you, I’m not here for that.”
The couch creaked, a phone buzzed, and the world shrank to breathy curses and clumsy buttons. When she finally melted under him, laughing and moaning his name, Yago knew she remembered, too.
“So… lunch break?” she panted.
He grinned. “Full-course reset.”
Hot mess meets hotter spy...
“Shit,” Nicki whispered as his hand slid up her thigh—hot, possessive, and medyo nakakahiya kasi ang kinis niya. “What are we even doing?!”
Lex just looked at her like she was a Wi-Fi password he’d been dying to crack, then kissed her—hungry, demanding, wrecking her 3-month celibacy arc.
“You’re just a security guy,” she gasped. “Why do you kiss like a villain sa spy movie with budget?!”
“I’m good with my hands,” he smirked. “Tools, locks, brats.”
She should’ve stopped him. Pero nang dumulas ang kamay niya sa ilalim ng towel, her morals ghosted her.
“Please don’t stop,” she whimpered.
He didn’t. He touched her like a Black Card, moved like he could dismantle governments and locate the g-spot in three seconds. She came undone—twice—before she remembered her own name.
After, Lex stood shirtless and smug.
“Lex…” she breathed. “Who the hell are you talaga?”
He winked. “Let’s just say… I’m not part of HR, babe.”
He stole her freedom. She stole his soul.
“You were supposed to hate me,” she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as his mouth traced a scorching path down her throat.
“I do,” Hawk growled, dragging her closer, his body pressed hard against hers, “I hate how much I want you. I hate how you make me forget everything but this.”
She arched beneath him, breathless, trembling as his hands slid lower, taking, claiming, owning every inch of her.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispered against her skin.
But she didn’t. Couldn’t.
And when he finally claimed her, fierce and unrelenting, when she shattered around him with a cry that sounded like surrender and salvation all at once—
Hawk knew. He’d never let her go.
Not now. Not ever.
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