primo & red bl story | ongoing

ysaac & haru bl story | completed

sanjo & kit bl story | completed under revision

Hindi inakala ni Xaris na ang pinaka-mababang parte ng buhay niya ay darating na naka-lipstick, may suot na six inches heels, at may naka-dikit na fake boobs sa dibdib niya. Matapos matalo ang malaking halaga sa isang pustahan at wala nang ibang choice, tinanggap ni Xaris ang isang job offer na kayang solusyunan ang lahat ng problema niya. The catch? Kailangan niyang magpanggap bilang isang babaeng kamukhang-kamukha niya at pakasalan ang isang taong hindi naman niya kilala. Pretending to be someone else was supposed to be easy. Just act, get paid, and walk away. But emotions don't follow scripts and falling for the groom was never part of the deal.

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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.

𝗡𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 #𝟭 Under his thick, black-framed glasses and resting poker face, Conrad Angelo Marquez, a.k.a. Conan, is a hopeless romantic (and closeted) gay. He swore not to hope for high school romance anymore after getting rejected by his happy crush, but it seems to be harder than he thought when Jason Menzona pops out of nowhere and stirs his delusional and overthinking heart.

Might not. Probably won't. Maybe never. Unlikely. Doubtful. Despite being everything he could have been, Elize constantly settled in the dark, lurking with the impossibles and uncertainties. He believed that he would grow up and take the path of life in a single route with one straight line; no turns, no shortcuts. Perhaps it was because his one and only flesh and blood prompted him to think that if he didn't act like how he was made and how he was supposed to be, he would never reach the light at the end of the tunnel, or never reach his dreams, never be accepted, never be treated seriously...never be loved. The word "Always" was never in Elize's vocabulary-an exception with always doubting, always trying, always...just dreaming. But never the good kind of "Always". Then he tasted it, the bittersweet sensation in his tongue when his mother left him to work abroad. Elize then started to thrive, meet new friends, socialize, be a human...fall in love. For the first time, Elize felt free, felt genuine, felt...guilty? Guilty...was it because he felt glad his mother left, or because he met someone that made him start to feel the Always' in his Nevers? Regardless, he dedicated his whole life in chasing that assurance in his world of doubts, and he simply could not back out now. But when good things come to an end, the choice is yours if you want to let it go, or fight for it. If you choose the latter, make sure to draw blood and fight until you're dead. Just like Elize did.

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