Bawat kirot ay may katumbas na paghihiganti. Yes, every pain demands a payback. That's the first thing I learned when I loved him. Not consciously, not right away-but slowly, in pieces. He taught me how to love. His love was wildfire-reckless, consuming, beautiful in the way it ruined everything. I thought I was lucky to have it. I thought he saw something in me. Maybe he did. Maybe he saw the parts that were already breaking. He taught me how to bend the rules, how to silence the voice in my head that said "this isn't right." With him, right and wrong blurred until they didn't matter. Until all that mattered was staying close enough not to lose him, but distant enough not to drown. And then came pain. He taught me pain in a thousand unspoken ways. In words that stung more than silence. In apologies that came too late. In touches that lingered with regret. And pain... And pain. Again and again No fairy tale. No forever. It was never about soulmates. It was just... a story. A complicated, messy, painful story. But still, I gambled. I bet my heart on something that didn't deserve it. And in the end, that so-called love? It destroyed me. It didn't just break me-it broke everything I cared about. Everyone I loved. It burned through every soft thing I had left inside me. Because that love... Was disastrous. Behind the illusion of love hid everything I was afraid of: pain, betrayal, lies, manipulation. A heartbreak wrapped in promises. A knife dressed like a kiss. But here's what no one tells you: after heartbreak comes something sharper. Stronger. Revenge. And revenge-it's not sweet. It's not cold. It's best served hot. The kind of heat that doesn't ask for closure. It takes it. I, who was a he, now turned into a she. I will serve pain out of pain. Not to mirror the cruelty, but to remind the world: You don't get to hurt someone like me and walk away unburned.

He was my greatest chase. He keeps me in a pace where I found myself so lost in the momentum, in a strange velocity. Why can't I see the finish line? It is a race I cannot win but still I chose to follow his footprints. Kung ang buhay ay isang karera siguro'y tatanda akong nakikipaghabulan. I like him a lot... no, maybe I love him and it's not a secret. I know all of his favorites. His perfume, his branded shoes, his voice, the way he walks, his exes, his flings. I memorize it all, though I am least on his list of favorites. He hates me, he hate my guts and the idea of me liking him. He knew I existed but he chose to ignore. I put him first but I am his last. He glares at me but I smiled. Patuloy niya akong tinatalikuran, binabalewala but still bakit gusto ko parin siya? Pero ang puso pala pag napagod, humihinto. At nang huminto naglakad ako pabalik... but why am I seeing him behind me? This is my race, my contest. I am riding my own rhythm, my own tempo. Faster... Because I am chasing after a De Buenavista.

"Why do you keep doing stuff like that?" I asked in a whisper. I walk over to him and grab his arm to stop him from painting. His body stiffened under my touch, and I couldn't help but smile at his reaction. "What do you want from me, Tate?" I asked arms made its way around his waist. I could feel my stomach jump to my throat. I laid my head on his back, rubbing my face against him. Engulfing myself in his scent. My heart began to pound uncontrollably but I quickly regain control before I continued. "Earlier today you said you'd never see me more than a friend." His breathing was uneven. Like he was nervous. "But the way you look at me, the way you talk to me? They say something completely different." He became even more ridged under my touch. I could help but giggled at his demeanor. The usual cool, collected Tate was now at my mercy. "Do you want me as a friend-" I said in a whisper. I began to become more bold and allowed my hands to travel. They landed over his chest and I could feel his heart thumping und my hand. While the other hand glided over is abs. "-or do you want me?" I asked. He removed my hands off of him and turned so that he was facing me. The look in his eyes rocked me to my core. There was a hunger in them. And it terrified me, but in a good way. In a way I wanted to explore. A smile soon crossed his lips. He was so close that I could feel his breath. "Your treading on dangerous waters, Little owl." He said in a low tone that made my body shiver. I ignored the pounding in my head and lungs and began to move a little closer so that our bodies were flushed against each other. His arms wrapped around me quickly holding me against him. "I like danger." I said in a whisper. "I know what I want." I said I'm a drunken daze. "And what is that?" He said in a chuckle. "You." Read up on the love story of Tate and Meloni. Will this cool and calculated playboy be able to resist the charms of the innocent yet strong girl with a deadly secret?

This is the story of Gabrielle. Of how she had a crush. Of how she was hurt. Of how she was broken. Her name means "whose strength is God", but how strong will she be?

Ongoing androgynousxstraight It seems like the only constant thing in ROUGHELIO's life was the word 'change'. He was fabricated to be someone he wasn't supposed to be - as someone to satisfy the family who bought him. At age 17 he was forced to change his name, his family, - and being an androgyne, he has to choose between his sexuality - and to forget his past and to live with one of the families that belong to the corps d'elite in the country. And there he met the cold, bipolar son. Who isn't even sure of how he feels for the latter. Will constancy still be proven in the end? Read the miserable life of the ruthless cold Rouge. Copyright © 2020 by thisShin Book Cover by thisShin Story started © 052320 Story published © 060120 Story ended © Taglish

Marcus feels alone. Wala siyang kaibigan at pamilya. Tahimik lang niyang sinusubukang lampasan ang araw-araw. Madalas kinukulong ang sarili sa loob ng condo, nilalayo ang sarili sa ingay ng mundo. Ang akala niyang paulit-ulit na daloy ng buhay niya, nagsimulang lumiko nang makakilala siya ng isang dyosa.

The Lost Stars Series #1 presents The Play Girl and the Bad Boy (TranswomanxStraightman) Her presence could launch men into euphoria and in an instant, she could send them into frantic chaos. Heartbreaker. Devilish play girl. And she is Marvelous. Marvelous Catherine Fuentebella. He is an alpha and he gets what he wants, anytime he wants. Nobody dares to cross his path, whoever does is destroyed. He is a bad boy after all. He is Dominic Victor Del Fierro. What happens if their paths cross, their worlds collide, and their secrets unraveled? Who will lose? Who will win? First Published: April 10, 2021 Date Finished: on going

Waking up and realizing that you are trapped in a wrong body living in a wrong society is a scary thing. Araw-araw hindi ka lang nakakulong sa maling katawan, nakakulong ka pa sa kloseta. Nakakasakal ang makulong sa buhay na mali sa iyong paningin ngunit tama at nararapat sa pananaw ng lipunan. Nasasakal na si Kiara Valentina Paladin. Tama na ang pagtatago. Oras na upang harapin ang outside world ng naka high heels, pekpek shorts at cute na crop-top. She is ready to face the world with her head held high and so ready to conquer Alejandro's heart, her knight in shining armor, with her deadly charm.

May mga pangyayari talaga na hindi natin inaasahan na makakapagpabago sa takbo ng ating buhay. Totoo talaga na may mga taong mawawala sa agos ng ating buhay. Ika nga nila, "People come and go". We just have to accept it and move on. Katulad na lamang ng mga nangyari sa buhay ni Kate. Ngunit paano na kaya ang magiging takbo ng buhay nya kapag nagbalik ang taong minsan nang umalis? Ang taong nagkaroon ng malaking bahagi sa buhay at pagkatao nya. Ang taong hindi nya inaasahang makikita pang muli. WARNING: THIS STORY IS NOT SUITABLE FOR READERS BELOW 18. IF YOU ARE A HOMOPHOBIC/TRANSPHOBIC, THIS IS NOT FOR YOU.

The story of a casanova - Rosco Silvester Salvatore and the deemed as an angel beauty - Coco Anjel Abuelo. The Casanova's Obsession [Ongoing - random update] written by: ronwelicious