From the court to the classroom, Ash and Nico's story begins. "The Courtside Confession" is a heartwarming college romance that follows their journey from their first meeting to a blossoming friendship, filled with laughter, shared dreams, and the promise of something more."The Courtside Confession." This heartwarming college romance explores the delicate dance between friendship and first love, culminating in a confession that will leave you breathless. Confetti rained down on the court, a kaleidoscope of color against the backdrop of the jubilant crowd. Ash leaned in, her voice barely audible above the din. "You played amazing tonight, Nico," she said, her breath catching in her throat. His smile was dazzling, his eyes reflecting the glittering lights. Their conversation, a mixture of playful teasing and stolen, heart-stopping glances, felt electric in the charged atmosphere. "Thanks for coming, Ash," he replied, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spin

They say family is everything. But what happens when your family hates you? Ever felt like your family was falling apart? In "Whispers of Scars," sixteen-year-old Isabella's life hangs in the balance - not just from her illness, but from the crushing weight of her family's unspoken resentments. Get ready for a rollercoaster of emotions as secrets are revealed, hearts are broken, and forgiveness is tested. Sibling rivalry just got deadly. Her siblings' reactions range from cold indifference to outright hostility, creating a toxic environment that threatens to consume them all. Will family bonds survive, or will the whispers of past hurts tear them apart forever?

The storm hammered against the bus shelter, a rhythmic counterpoint to the frantic beat of my heart. Across from me, under the shared overhang, sat a man I'd only ever seen from afar - Denzell. A gust of wind whipped rain into the shelter, making me shiver. He looked up, our eyes meeting across the narrow space. He offered a small, hesitant smile. "Quite a storm, isn't it?" he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a surprising thrill through me. "It is," I replied, my voice barely a whisper. A warmth spread through me, a feeling that had nothing to do with the damp chill of the night. Isang komportableng katahimikan ang namayani sa pagitan namin, na nababasag lamang ng patuloy na pagkidlat ng malakas. Bumalik siya sa kanyang ginagawa, pero ako'y naakit sa paraan ng paggalaw ng kanyang mga daliri sa libro na hawak niyo.Pinanood ko siya, na para bang nahipnotismo, hanggang sa tumingin ulit siya sa akin, may tanong sa kanyang mga mata. "A- ah I'm Cazziah," I said, offering my hand. "Denzell," he replied, but he didn't take my hand. it felt almost insulting that he didn't shake my hand. Malakad ang kidlat at alam kong mas lalakas pa ang ulan ngayong gabi. Ilang oras na rin akong naghihintay dito at ang tagal ng bus. Wala akong dalang payong at baka mabasa pa ang mga papel ko, umupo ako sa tabi ni Denzell pero may malaking pagitan pa rin sa amin.