"Despite 7 million colors being visible to the human eye, and 48 of your color pencils available for you to use, why are you only using the black, white, and red ones?" I looked down and tried to think of the answer. I don't know, maybe because black is my dark days lacking you, white is all the emptiness I felt, and red... Is the color of my bleeding conscience. As I don't want to let him down, I kept those answers to myself. And all I said was "You want me to start using other colors too?" "As much as I want you to start opening your heart, to the fact that you have many other people who loves you and cares about you, and that it's not only me." I froze as I am not able to give him an answer to that. I hate lying. But I hated disappointing him even more. started: 08/08/15 completed: 23/06/17

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Ano ang gagawin mo pag may na-meet ka na time traveling na Katipunero? (Completed-with special chapters) ( Katipunero Duology Book 1) Photo by Maria Luiza Melo on Pexels Book cover by the author Written from October 2013-January 2014

During the 1899 Battle of Tirad Pass, General Gregorio Del Pilar was watching the movements of the enemy when a bullet had struck his neck. Gaining consciousness, he woke up in the year 2015, still in Mt. Tirad. He travelled for days, crossed rivers and walked almost endlessly until he reached Candon City, Ilocos Sur. While desperate to understand his current situation, he happened to meet Miho, a mixed-blooded Filipino and her friend, Paulo. The two decided to help him to easily cope with the modern era and to live an ordinary life as a normal citizen. With a persevering ex-boyfriend who wanted to reconcile and a lady whose face and name is similar to a past lover- Will Miho and Goyong's relationship still blossom amidst the uncertain time of his existence in the 21st century? --- October 11, 2015 - February 29, 2016 Sequel: Yo te Cielo (Completed)

Stories that spring from the tale of a song's lyrics. The beat of the music mashes up with the beat of two hearts. Then the two hearts and the music start beating together. Until the said two hearts begin beating as one... A love story also begins.

From eight year olds to eighty-eight year olds. Letters from Liam.

Elle Grey doesn't need anyone. She only needs herself, a paintbrush, and if she gets desperate enough, there are the few people she actually tolerates that she can talk to. She knows that there's more out there in the world - in fact, she spends most of her time either daydreaming or painting about it. She knows that the South Dakotan town she's grown up in is only suffocating her. That's why she finds Harry so intriguing. He's different and he brings out something in her that she wasn't sure was still there. Suddenly she's second-guessing everything she has known her entire life - maybe she does need someone.

Two houses, both alike in dignity, or two singers, both alike in how they love music, and each other.

{book 2} ✓ - ❝ I'm tired of pity, of everyone looking at me like "poor Zayn, infatuated with his best mates's girl". I know it's not okay and if it were so easy to forget about her I would've done it already. It's not. But I just need time, not people to pity me and force me to move on. Why can't they understand that? I just need time and someone to understand. ❞