"My heart was full and got torn apart because of you."

[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

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)

SLOWBURN • PROFESSORXSTUDENT • WRITTEN IN TAGLISH

SLOWBURN • STUDENTXSTUDENT • WRITTEN IN TAGLISH

Written in Taglish • Slow-burn troupe • BossxMaid

Written in Taglish • Slow-burn troupe • Haciendera x CEO

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Side story of Athaleigh and Artemis "I'll never like you, Levinson. I don't like bitch, spoiled and bossy women. You should put that in your mind." After seven years of not feeling pain and not having these stupid tears on my cheeks, she managed to do it for only a minute.

"You're the blaze that I'm willing to touch and let myself get burnt." _____ Octavia Raileigh Quinsley is a woman of absolute perfection who wouldn't dare to encompass herself in a world full of radiant hues, and would rather cage herself in her own fortress to hide from her iniquitous monsters. Reserved and complacent, yet being brutally tortured by endless emptiness, tormenting frustrations, and unknown confusions that seem to be haunting her after a traumatic occurence in her life. Everything is going placidly, not until she crossed paths with a girl full of perplexing complexities who stares at her with a familiar emotion that undoubtedly exhibits what she's been trying to conceal herself from; the aesthetics of the world. Utterly incognizant of what happened, she found herself touching a tranquil darkness clad in an ensorcelling light, but can't help herself but to be continuously drawn closer, despite her soul being set ablaze.