​​[Anderdal Manor 3] Every year, the Guecos and the Tanjangcos spend the holidays at Anderdal Manor. For Mikee and Jett, rivalry is tradition. Feelings are not. DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish.

[Anderdal Manor 2] Every year, the Guecos and the Tanjangcos spend the holidays at Anderdal Manor. But this Christmas, Georgina decides she needs to move on. Azriel has different plans. DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish.

WATTY'S SHORTLIST 2023 Stuck in the never-ending responsibilities as one of the breadwinners of the family, Calisse Abigail Guillermo, an Iska from UP Manila, seeks to find true comfort between drinking and smoking. But she never does. Her desire to find consolation in everything is not found within the consumption of toxins. When she meets fellow smoker Chance Luy, a UP med student, in the bustling street of Pedro Gil, she thanks the heavens for a chance to meet him. Chance is your worn-out med student who is stingy. As they ponder about life, would they find solace as they share a moment of smoke?

Based on true story. A psychological Romance-Horror-Paranormal novel by Jamille Fumah. Please read with caution. Highest rank: Consistent #1 both in horror and paranormal 2015-start of 2016. Artist: Aeious Plata

Most women fall for engineers, doctors, lawyers, architects and businessmen but in my case? I fell in love with an astronaut. Highest rank: 1 Cover is not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.

Catalina Di Angelo ran away from the San Helena Mafia five years ago. But the only way out is to be dead.

"And when I put on your letterman jacket, I still think about you." When Thea Simmons is tasked with writing an article about basketball hero Faust Carter, the story long buried in rivalry unravels, secrets that should've been hidden are revealed, and a simple letterman jacket turns to be a painful memory. And eighty days is all the time it takes. [cover by @cadetcarswell]

[Epistolary 𓎩𓐐 Toledo Brothers #2] Private chef si Koa Toledo para sa pamilya ni Dior Bettencourt. Para kay Dior, suplado si Koa, at para kay Koa, spoiled si Dior. That doesn't mean they're not attracted to each other. DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish.

Rianna Lou Austria has lived her whole life under the weight of a last name that everyone fears. Being the daughter of a powerful but corrupt politician meant one thing-judgment. No matter how much she tries to stand on her own, people only see her as her father's shadow. For Tristan James Alonzo Medina, that shadow is everything he despises. To him, Rianna is the daughter of the man who destroyed lives, the very embodiment of the corruption he vowed to fight. He swore he would never fall for someone like her. But hearts don't follow promises. As their worlds collide, hate turns into something more dangerous-something that neither of them can control. Every stare, every clash, every unspoken word only pulls them closer to the line they swore never to cross. Love against hate. Truth against lies. Her heart... against his judgment. He promised never to fall for the daughter of the man he despised-until she became the only exception to his conviction.

[Completed] Corrine Adara has a secret so vital that if anyone were to find out, her and her entire family would be executed immediately. As a result, she lives in hiding among her family until one fateful night, she meets the Mad Prince of Daemons. Nikolas Veil is known as the Mad Prince for good reason. One could say he holds two spirits in his body; their personalities so different that they go by different names. Niko is responsible, sweet, and gentlemanly. Kol is violent, devious, and dangerous. Neither can agree on a single thing until they meet Corrine. When Corrine's secret is revealed to the Prince of the Daemons, she's certain her and her family will be executed. Instead, in a surprising turn of events, Prince Nikolas demands her to marry him. And Corrine, unfortunately, has no choice but to accept. Excerpt: "Look at me," He growled, releasing his grip to grasp my face in his claws dangerously. He forcefully turned me to face him, but I just as firmly held my eyes closed tight. "Let me go," I demanded breathlessly. "Look at me or I'll rip your eyes out right now," Kol demanded in turn. His grip tightened and his other hand lifted, reaching with those sharp claws no doubt to pluck my eyes from my skull. My eyes flew open and I gasped in panic, looking at those hovering fingertips. He froze above me, stunned. Tears stung at my eyes as I realized they were fully bright, molten gold before a Daemon; meaning I was doomed regardless. Daemons had wiped out all Seraph already. They wouldn't allow me to live and they would punish my father for hiding me. "Don't hurt my family," I pleaded abruptly, a sob escaping my throat as I began to tremble under him. "You can hide your eyes?" Kol asked with great interest. I choked on a response, but nodded quickly in fear. "Don't rip my eyes out," I requested tearfully. "I would never."