Dr. Hope Eloise Sullivan has always known how to survive anything with a smile. A joke here, a tease there, a well-timed punchline to soften every blow. When things get complicated, she laughs louder. When something hurts, she talks faster. Humor is her shield, and she wears it effortlessly. Atty. Zantasia Cazhielle Leviste, on the other hand, is precision personified. With her, everything is measured. Every word deliberate. Every emotion folded neatly where no one can reach it. She does not fidget. She does not overshare. She does not unravel. If Hope is chaos wrapped in sunlight, Zantasia is structure wrapped in silence. One hides behind laughter. The other behind control. They move through life exactly as they should. Professional. Untouchable. Perfectly aligned with what the world expects of them. But somewhere between denial and desire, between beautiful hope and beautiful goodbye- how do you walk away from something that feels like it was always yours? Disclaimer: This story is written in Taglish. Contains a sapphic (wlw) romance. Some scenes may include mature themes and strong language.

For love, would you play the role of the hero or the villain? An unmasked serial murderer is on the run, and killings are taking place all over the country. What a bad moment for a girl named Skylar Millie Parker to return home after four years in Canada, quitting a well-paid job. Unexpectedly, something happened on her way home when she met someone who would eventually lead her to an even better job opportunity from a prestigious family. Skylar accepted it without having a hint of the bigger trouble that would appear in her life in the form of a person; a woman named Hera Cythera Arentsvelt. The stories about Cythera intrigued her, even without personally seeing the infamous head of the family as she's always locked in her room. Quiet and mysterious, hauntingly playing Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. But then the time finally came, and something unexplainable changed inside Skylar the moment she saw the woman behind that name... "I remember vividly the first time I laid my eyes on you. You were wearing your purple robe with the same color as your eyes. I suddenly felt like everything around me had stopped, and you were the only one moving. Slowly taking the steps down the grand stairs. It felt like my breath got stuck in my throat, my heart pumping more blood than it should, and my head whispered to my ear...she looks ethereal." Ngunit ano nga bang malaking gulo na dala ng dalaga sa buhay ni Sky? At ano ang katakot takot na sikreto nito ang siyang tuluyang magpapabago sa buhay niya at sa mga tao sa paligid niya? Worse than that, it looks like Cythera knows something about the infamous serial killer in town... But is she the killer? Anong kaya mong isugal para protektahan ang taong pinaka importante para sayo? Disclaimer: This story is written in Taglish (Tagalog-English)

[WLW] "Ang ganda-ganda ng langit ngayon. Klarong-klaro ang mga bituin. Ang sarap dumagdag ng isa." Ang tawag nila sa'kin, "Caroline". Na para bang hindi nila naamoy ang bulok na umaalingasaw sa pangalan na 'yon. Hindi ako si Caroline. Patay na si Caroline. Ang buong pangalan ko ay Maurine Celestine Candelaria. Mahaba, oo. Mas mahal ipaukit sa lapida. Ngayon, namumuhay ako bilang si Caroline. Ang namayapa kong kambal. Hindi dahil sa kagustuhan ko, kundi dahil hindi matanggap ng pamilya ko na wala na ang pinaka-paborito nila sa aming dalawa. I became her ghost to keep my mother sane. Ako ngayon si Caroline, dahil mas gugustuhin kong mabura, kesa mag-alaga ng baliw na ina. "Celestine." Until she whispered my name. Ang babaeng bumigkas ng pangalan ko sa unang beses sa loob ng tatlong taon. Pangalan na halos nakalimutan ko na rin. Ang pakilala niya sa'kin, siya daw si Romance. "Romance, as in, the death of." Dapat doon pa lang pala, nalaman ko na. Na hindi lahat ng nabubuhay, humihinga. At hindi lahat ng namamatay, naililibing. Dapat pala sumama na ako nang tinanong niyang, "Will you wilt with me?"

[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

Katana Gail Velasco had been an achiever since grade school. Her classmates and friends admired her for always being at the top of the class. She made sure to stay there, not just for herself, but to make her parents proud. Then came Jamie Larisha Escodero. A transfer student. Smart and confident. Suddenly, Katana wasn't the only one shining. And she hated it. She hated her. It felt like Jamie had stolen her spotlight, the one thing Katana had worked so hard to keep. But as time passed, her frustration toward Jamie only grew stronger. Every glance, every smirk, every little victory Jamie claimed sent Katana's blood boiling. What she didn't know was that, with every glare and every word of annoyance, Jamie's feelings for her only deepened. Because every time Katana got mad, Jamie didn't feel irritated- she felt something else entirely. Butterflies. "I-I think I'm in love with her..."