Status: Completed -- Mikee and Solomon's story began in a rush - a dizzying dance of fate, a tidal wave pulled in by the moon's insistent tug. Everything felt right. It was a perfect storm. But like most things that burn too bright, too fast, it always risked disappearing just as quickly. Now, Mikee is left wondering: What if everything he believed was real... wasn't? What if it all began with a lie - a carefully hidden betrayal disguised as fate? Their love felt like destiny. But what if it had been built on deception from the very start?

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Kit Sachiel has always wanted one thing - freedom. Freedom to choose his own colors, to find peace in silence, to live quietly in the softness of his own world. He's never been one for chaos, always doing his best to stay out of trouble. But then trouble found him anyway - with a dragon tattoo sprawled across his back, a voice that rumbled like thunder, the scent of smoke that lingered like heartbreak, and a noise that ruined the calm Kit worked so hard to keep. He told himself he hated him. And maybe, for a while, he did. But hate doesn't make your heart race like that. It doesn't make the world feel less lonely. It doesn't make you wish for more. Because somewhere between the noise and the silence, Kit realized that trouble didn't destroy him. It freed him. Sweater Weather Series #1 COMPLETED

series 1: vd The echoes of our hearts, a haunting melody of desire. started: May 25, 2024 ended: July 09, 2024 photo used as book cover is not mine. credit to the rightful owner.

You can read this as a standalone story! Sartori #1 "Damien... got addicted to me." Damien, the youngest boss of the Sartorian Mafia, was a man who could not be calmed. Illegal drugs were his way of coping with his anger, until he discovered a strange aroma. He never expected to experience true euphoria from a woman's natural scent, something far more intoxicating than the effects of the drugs he once relied on. . . . WARNING: This story is unedited! All chapters are in their first drafts! Thank you!

Started: 04/27/2021 Ended: 08/24/2021 Ang hirap palang tumanda. Ang hirap magbayad ng bills. Ang hirap suportahan ng pamilyang akala ay isang milyon ang suweldo mo. Ang hirap ngumiti sa nanay na mataas ang tingin sa'yo pero hindi ka kayang ipagtanggol. Ang hirap tabihan sa hapagkainan ng tatay na pinag-uubusan mo ng pera pero hindi ka maalala. Ang hirap mag-abot ng tulong sa kapatid na baon sa utang. Ang hirap intindihin ng hipag na nakakapagpa-rebond pa kahit kapos na kapos na. Ang hirap pakisamahan ng bunsong halos ilahad ang mga palad tuwing makikita ka. Ang hirap ngitian ng mga taong tanong nang tanong kung bakit hindi ka pa nakakapag-asawa. Ang hirap humarap sa mundong isasampal sa'yo na mag-isa ka. Tulong, bigay, utang. Isang iling mo lang, madamot ka na. Kasama mo sila kapag may maibibigay ka, pero hindi mo sila mahahanap kapag wala na. Ikaw ang kakayod, sila ang tutuka. Ikaw ang iiyak sa pagod, sila ang magtatamasa. Iyon ang summary ng buhay ko. Sobra-sobra ang naririnig na paghingi, kulang na kulang ang naririnig na pasasalamat. Sobra-sobra ang pagpapasensya, kulang na kulang ang natatanggap na pagpapahalaga. Sobra-sobra ang binabayaran, kulang na kulang sa kasiyahan. Kaya nang dumating sa buhay ko ang nag-iisang lalaking hindi ako nakita bilang naglalakad na alkansya, ang nag-iisang lalaking nakinig sa mahabang listahan ko ng problema, ang nag-iisang lalaking nagbigay sa akin ng kakaibang saya, ipinangako ko sa sarili na sa gitna ng hirap ng pagtanda, magtitiis ako basta't siya ang kasama. Kahit pa ang kapalit noon ay pagtalikod sa minahal na pamilya. Kahit pa ang kapalit noon ay paglaban sa mundong pinatatakbo ng kapangyarihan at pera. Kahit pa ang kapalit noon ay ang pagdurusa't pag-iisa. Siya ang ginhawa, pahinga, at kasiyahan ko. Dumating man ang araw na tanaw ko na ang dulo. Dumating man ang araw na wala na kaming sagot sa lahat ng bakit at paano. Dumating man ang araw na pareho na kaming talo.

anxious boys series #1

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Known for his ruthless and cold demeanor, Declan Andrada is synonymous with just two words. In the world of business, he believes these traits are essential. With his fame, looks, wealth, and women, Declan is content with his worldly possessions. Love has never interested him; he has never felt the need for it. He indulges in casual relationships without the need for labels. For him, pursuing love and committing to a relationship is a waste of time and pointless. However, everything changes when he returns to their hacienda. He lost his sanity when he first saw her. Despite his disbelief in love, in that moment, he thought she needs to be tied with him. She's innocent and he thinks he will never deserve her. But fuck him to hell and back for wanting her so much. She will be his, in one way or another. If bending his knees is the only way to make her his, then he will gladly do it. Disclaimer: This story is written in Taglish. Content Warning: This story contains mature scenes that are not suitable for young readers. Status: Completed

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