Hope Eloise Sullivan grew up inside a mansion that never felt like home. Under the Zalduana name, she learned early that survival meant staying quiet, staying useful, and never asking for a place no one was willing to give her. But inside the hospital, she is no one's hidden burden. She is Dr. Sullivan-brilliant, sharp-tongued, steady-handed, and impossible to ignore. Then the Levistes enter the picture. And with them comes Zantasia Cazhielle Leviste. Composed, powerful, and dangerously unreadable, Zantasia is the kind of woman Hope should never want to understand. She belongs to a world of influence, arranged alliances, and family secrets-the same kind of world that has kept Hope within limits her entire life. But Zantasia looks at her like she sees too much. And Hope, despite every warning in her head, starts looking back. What begins as tension quickly turns into something far more dangerous: desire, guilt, obsession, and a truth neither of them is ready to face. Because the closer Hope gets to Zantasia, the more the past begins to move-and some buried things were never meant to stay buried forever. In a world where powerful families rewrite the truth, where love can be used as leverage, and where being seen can be just as dangerous as being erased, Hope must decide how far she is willing to go for the woman who could either free her from the limits she was born into... or become the reason she breaks them.

~ COMPLETED ~ Side story 1 of Sweet Surrender 🦋 Started: July 24, 2021 Ended: October 30, 2021 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2021 ****UNEDITED****

~ COMPLETED ~ Side Story 2 of Sweet Surrender 🦋 Started: October 23, 2021 Ended: March 05, 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2021 ****UNEDITED****

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[WLW] [TAGLISH] Lucifer has one dear daughter. "God only knows, but you'll never leave her." - The 1975 Her name is Heia Rhiannon Marchesi Verridien. Say it slow. She doesn't answer to it all the time. Because the devil is a liar. And his daughter is a crowded room. Heia. Rhiannon. Rhirhi. Could there be another one? Do not confuse them. One pulls you in. One pushes you away. And one doesn't even know you. Some girls save you from fire. Other girls set your house on fire just to carry you out of it. She might exactly be the latter. It wasn't the eviction notice that ruined Charlie Vivienne's life. It wasn't even the fire that swallowed her apartment whole. It was the hand that pulled her out. Because the woman who saved Charlie's life might be the very same monster who destroyed it years ago. While Charlie is busy memorizing the angles of Heia's jaw, Heia is busy trying to scrub blood off her hands from a murder she does not remember committing. The original sin wasn't eating the forbidden fruit. It was falling in love with the devil's daughter. And it is without salvation... Because you will never ask to be saved. "I built a church between the devil's thighs. I only kneel for her." WARNING: This story contains psychologically complex, morally gray characters and uses religious imagery metaphorically. If that unsettles you, this might not be for you. Genre: Psychological Romance, Political Thriller

Alba is having a hard time figuring out her purpose in life. She feels disconnected from her soul, and she would look in the mirror, but it wasn't really her that she saw. One of her secrets is that there's a young girl constantly living in her recurring dreams. (Written in Tagalog)

- A work of fiction inspired by a real-life story.

A GL short story.

What we have is just now. As long as she loves me. As long as she wants to be with me. As long as there is 'we'. I love her! But the rainbow is not just a blend of vibrant and bright colors. It doesn't even stay for a long period of time-- just enough for us to see and in a fleet of time is gone, leaving us wondering if it's real. A rainbow doesn't have black and white. It wasn't just like that. Same as love. Same as us. There were times that i want to give her up. Not because my love did fade, rather, my love is too much. Too much that letting her go is the only option left for her to choose me without hesitation, without guilt, freed of lies. I want her to grow, to weigh things as it is. I want her to make me feel that being with me is her choice. I want her to realize that i am hers and that she have to surrender herself to me as well. I want her to love me because that is the way she feels and not because it was the safest way. Being with her is paradise. It was a mixture of colored pastel. It was too vibrant to explain. But at a sudden twist of downs and ups, we are shaking. Loving her has become my weakness. The weakening thought of losing her when I fuck up is too much to run me insane. I'm overreacting perhaps. But being with her, means walking in a narrow-road of heaven. There's no security, no assurance. One wrong move, and I'll be slipping away. Just in the never ending pain of darkness, of solitude, of self-struggle. Loving her has become my addiction. I couldn't get enough of it. But so they say, what's too much can cause harm. Maybe I'm loving her too much that she finds it hard to breathe when i'm around. But yes, it is just a wishful thinking; things that I'll surely not going to say to her because i will never ever earn the courage to say so. We are just nothing but a 'fateful coincidence.'

"No! Stop!" I could see her fading silhouette. She keeps on walking away just like the way I dreamt of her every night. 'No! Please don't walk away. I need to see your face. I need to know your name. I need to find you.' But I know that it wasn't enough. If there's anything that she's good at, it is into dodging people away. "Please!?" I almost beg. "I need to see you. Just stop." I keep on running and chasing after her. But like in every dreams, she kept on slowly fading away. And I could feel the same emptiness within whenever I've dreamt of this. It starts with her fading hands. Like a human form that's painfully breaking into tiny crystallized pieces that's scattered into thin air, she's dissolving in an incredibly fast-paced. "No. Please don't!" I could feel the tears that's running down on my cheeks as I try to grab her fading hand. "No! No!" As if there's a heavy rock on my chest, my breath starts to heave. I could feel the hollow emptiness within and the contradictory feeling of being crushed beneath.