Prologue Luna Ricalde didn't expect her life to get complicated because of one girl onstage. On a normal night at a small café near campus, Aurora was playing. People were loud. Lights were soft. And then the vocalist walked up to the mic. Ace Vergara. She looked calm, confident, like she was made for the stage. The moment she started singing, Luna stopped moving. She watched the whole set without blinking. When the last chord faded, Luna let out a small laugh and whispered, "Okay. Great, I need to watch her more." But Ace had someone else in mind.. Christine Robles, Her bandmate. Christine was easygoing, funny, and naturally charming. Luna didn't blame her. It still hurt, though, watching Ace laugh with Christine like it meant something. And then there was Riley. Riley Janna Lim had known Luna way before Ace did. They were friends from high school-not the soft, gentle kind of friends, but the annoying type you can't get rid of. Riley teased Luna about everything. Stole her snacks. Called her dramatic. Rolled her eyes whenever Luna got too excited. But Riley was always there. Through tests, heartbreaks, wins, losses. She acted annoyed, but she never left.

Maloi, the captivating idol, radiates a gentle aura of confidence. Her humility, an intriguing juxtaposition to her fame, is matched only by the devotion of her adoring fanbase. Maloi.. A radiant gem among stars, shines with a gentle, affectionate demeanor. Her sweet aroma wafts like a perfume, captivating the hearts of those around her. As a humble and charismatic woman, she effortlessly wins over fans worldwide, earning her the title of an idol. "Am I that obvious?" I chuckled in defeat Mikha, is a renowned figure, shrouded in mystery, yet radiating an aura of serenity. Her countenance is as gentle as a summer breeze, while her presence commands respect and admiration. Mikha, a celestial enigma, descends to the mortal realm, her very presence captivating all who behold her. This silent angel, blessed with a seraphic aura, moves with a nonchalant charm, her kind heart evident in her radiant smile. "She's.. she's different from our other members. Her actions towards me.. It's making me adore her." Mikha and Maloi are co-workers on being a PPOP idol. They are known as the most biased and shipped as MikhaLoi in the group BINI. However.. due to the fact that the fans are assuming that the two girls have something between them, they had been receiving mixed signals since Mikha and Maloi are acting like it. "We can't be friends, Lucky.."

firt time writting this kind of a one night stand ୧⁠(⁠＾⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠＾⁠)⁠୨

selene (ml) and myra (mk) are academic achievers who are also rivals. But while selene hates myra to the guts, myra likes selene for years.

a mikhaloi au inspired by Ikaw Pa Rin Ang Pipiliin Ko of Cup of Joe wherein Rae(🦊) and Mallory(🐼) were high school lovers but Rae have to move to States leading their relationship to an end.

a mikhaloi short story

A mikhaloi au, wherein, Yana(🐼) and Mac(🦊) are neighbours in a condo who is also taking the same course but different blocks. Star(🐱), Yana's friend has a crush on Mac, Yana decided to set them both but it's not easy for her since Mac is not showing any interest. Not until Mac confronted her and told her the truth why she isn't interested.

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Mikey, an intersex woman, navigates the complexities of identity and desire as she grapples with her feelings for Maxine, her dedicated secretary, and her long-term girlfriend, Aliannah. As Mikey's bond with Maxine deepens, she faces the challenges of balancing love, societal expectations, and self-acceptance. With a backdrop of support and turmoil, Mikey's journey becomes one of vulnerability and courage, as she learns to break down barriers and redefine her understanding of belonging.

Introduction: The Ice Queen and the Fashion Queen Samantha Lee was untouchable. In the world of media, her name meant power - headlines bent at her will, networks craved her approval, and rivals called her The Ice Queen. With her razor-sharp gaze, perfectly pressed suits, and a talent for turning silence into intimidation, Samantha ruled her empire with precision. She wasn't in the business of making friends. She was in the business of owning the narrative. Cyan Consunji, on the other hand, was impossible to ignore. The fashion world's wild child turned CEO, Cyan thrived on being bold, brilliant, and a little bit outrageous. She walked into meetings dressed like she was ready for the cover of a magazine - and usually ended up on one anyway. Where Samantha's power was cold and silent, Cyan's was loud, vibrant, and sparkling. They should have stayed in their separate kingdoms: Samantha shaping stories, Cyan creating trends. But the universe - or maybe just ruthless corporate strategy - had other ideas. A high-profile partnership was announced. The media mogul and the fashion queen were suddenly bound together, expected to lead a joint venture that could redefine both industries. From the very first meeting, sparks flew. Samantha's frosty professionalism clashed with Cyan's playful defiance. Every word was a duel, every glance a silent challenge. To the outside world, they were competitors forced to cooperate. To their inner circles, they were a disaster waiting to happen. But what no one knew - not their investors, not their assistants, not even themselves - was that between Cyan's endless teasing and Samantha's cool indifference, something else was forming. Something reckless. Something dangerously close to attraction. Because sometimes, the best love stories don't start with "once upon a time." They start with: "I can't stand her."