[COMPLETE] "Welcome to the war." [Team Alpha: Second Generation Part 2]

Searra Natasha Sanz is a dull person--just as what most people would say. Apparently, she's boring. Hindi siya 'yung tipong iniiwasan ng iba dahil kilala siya bilang isang napaka-boring na tao. She's just simply inexistent; her presence is always never felt. Until she meets someone just as silent as her. And as weird as it may sound, she finally found someone who can see more than what the others could see in her. At nagsimula ang lahat ng iyon sa isang ballpen--na may pangalan. Because when she picked it up, she never thought that she'd also pick up the pieces of his broken heart. An epistolary. Cover edited by: @iamanneruth Art (c): @annaabolaart on Instagram

Sml? An epistolary.

Forced to sail to the sun-drenched kingdom of Ardalone to fulfill a marriage alliance, Prince Thomas of Pretania must choose one of the Ardalonian princesses to be his wife. But every choice comes with consequences. Spurned by Thomas' older brother, Princess Dulciana stands to inherit the throne as she is eldest, but only if she marries an Ardalonian noble. Second-in-line Prince Frederico will do anything to ensure that doesn't happen. But beyond the palace gates, a rebellion is stirring...and if there's one thing Prince Thomas excels at, it's stirring up trouble. WARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE SEASON SERIES! (Though I'm going to do my best to ensure you can read as a standalone if you don't want to read the first two.)

Merry Arisa Salonga had told herself that she had moved on already. But one drunken night, she found herself chatting her ex-boyfriend-Alexis Remus. It was stupid of her but she was drunk, okay? But what was more stupid was... she drunk-messaged the wrong guy! Alexis Ran Crowell was busy minding his own life when she appeared. His life was monotonous and it was as if she came just to ruin his peaceful life. But with her came the peace he never thought he would gain in his life. But what if the past that he was trying to bury came back to haunt them? An epistolary.

A lost ID. A music video. And the friendship and love story that will follow. **** Can We Talk? An Epistolary Talk Series #1

An epistolary

"Are you sure you're one of the girls? You seem like a spy to me. Are you spy, Arabella?" My name rolled of his tongue perfectly and I stood completely still as he took another step closer to me. "You know, it's my job to eliminate spies." "Eliminate me huh? I'd like to see you try." I was surprised by my response, just as much as he was, and he raised one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows at me. "Is that a challenge? I like a challenge." *** I never wanted any of the lives set out for me. Unfortunately in the new world where the monarchy has taken over, there was never a choice for a girl like me. At 18, I'm forced to leave the academy. It's a horrible place where young girls are groomed to become the perfect wives, and yet it's the only home I've ever know . Now I'll either become a human incubator, breeding children for the kingdom, or sold at auction to a man who would make me his wife and slave. Little did I know I would become a chosen one. Forced to compete in the coming-of-age competition to win the heart of the Prince and the crown. All were terrible fates, but only one included him. ___________________________________________ - completed - Mature sexual content Cover credits go to Devilishwritings

an epistolary (#1: Riley Validivia)

After the rebellion, the Olympians remain seated on their thrones and all the realms have recovered from the tragedy. The Gods and Goddesses are back in their domains, order is restored, and time has never stopped since then. The Rebellion is finished. but the demigods who ended it are not... for they have yet to face the consequences of the rebellion. Matilda, an Omega, and the renowned Elysian oracle, has gone missing for half a month and not even the souls in Elysium know where she is. Determined to figure out why and how she disappeared, the Alphas set for another mission to search for her by seeking the help of the Moirai, the godesses of fate, who only had one thing to say: For them to be able to find her, they must find themselves first.