You Series #1 An Epistolary. All rights reserved. © 2022

A short epistolary novel. Visatoria. October 2023.

Chipmunks #3 Visatoria, 2025.

Chipmunks #2 Maki and Allistair are not fond of messages and/or talking to someone through a messaging app. Tamad sa talking stage kumbaga or tamad lang talaga makipag-usap. So, they both ghosted each other. No hard feelings. Tamad sila eh. But one day, their paths collided again because of their best friends. And started talking...? But of course, it's a series of sarcastic remarks, limited responses, and banters. Will this end into something or will they go back to ghosting each other again? Visatoria, 2022.

¦ Playlist Series #3 ¦ Second chances. Those two words are not in Lexi Valdez's vocabulary at all. Once you fucked up, that's it. No calls. No contacts. Nothing. But when she got to meet Niko Guerrera, her first love-her first heartbreak, years after he ghosted her, she promised to get her revenge. For all the hate. All the pain. And one steamy night was all it took to get her plan on track. Though, as many say, there's a thin line between love and hate. Will her plan work? Amidst the lies, will there still be love beneath them all? - an epistolary. [ completed. ]

¦ Playlist Series #2 ¦ Liv Esquevada and Donnovan Alegado were too different in many aspects; love was never expected to develop between the two. Despite everything, they believed with love, they can conquer anything. Little did they know it was the cause of their downfall. A year passed by as both let time mend the wounds of the past. What would happen when these two hearts meet again? If feelings surface, would they be able to love freely as they should? Or would they have to set each other free once more? "If loving you was a sin, call me a sinner." - an epistolary. [ completed ]

Our intertwined fingers hidden from the light reflecting the whole room couldn't fill in the chasmic gaps of your relentlessly yearning heart. When the marvels of your scarlet lips plummeted on my skin for a kiss, I blamed you for leaving me in the lurch in the battle between yielding or defying, yet I chose to let all my guards down. Every kiss sated me to insanity, the fervid desire in my heart remained unmatched; you're drifting away to a place I could never get a hold of while I was wishing everything could be reciprocated the same way it was given. Erlebnisse Series #2 Completed

We buried our fairytale alongside other memories we convinced ourselves were meant for us to forget. I held on to it like sandㅡstill tangible yet I felt it trickling down the miniscule gaps of my hands, slipping away from my grip. Its derisive pinpricks burned through my flesh as a mere remembrance of a love soon to reach its closure. A few steps away from me stood an amber temptation; I was hypnotized by its gentle swirls as its droplets stuck on to the glass' rim. This velvet liquid courage seeped down my throat and controlled my insobriety, and unleashed my regrets from its chains. Right then, I knew denial was in no way going to save me now. I will never be over our story that ended in an addled chapter. Stand-alone (Epistolary) Completed

I have met a lot of people before and after you yet no one compares to you and how your love strengthened and galvanized me wholly. In the midst of the saturnine quagmires of this world, you were the beatific light that peered through my days bereft of hope. You stood there with your amaranthine emboldening glow and you made me believe that despite this embitterment enveloping us, any day was worth showering with immense happiness. You were love's gift to me and we lost each other at the most inconvenient point of our lives. The world lost its shine as every throb of my heart stung while I bore to breathe through it. Everything wasn't the same without you and your soul intertwined with mine so I tried to mend these shattered remnants. During the times love wasn't enough to stay, I will still find my way back to you. Erlebnisse Series #3 On-going

The versicolor horizon holds the vastness of tomorrow yet it reeks of mishaps and miseries. Even with ebony skies dusking the heavens, my words remain strong, never holding me back as I disappear into my solitude of wonders. It was more than just a morsel of luck that I have you by my side, accompanying me through these dismal events with the powers of our quills. Together, we carve these poems and poetries of seraphic and perilous remainders of life into a garden of unheard pennings. One by one, these pieces lull our vagrant tragedies until it effaces yet never fully disappears. Once our inks finally run dry, petals of hope bloom within our soul with the nurture of yesterday's despair and today's expectations. Stand-alone (Epistolary) Completed