Bounded and Conquered, a novella [Slice of Life. Politics. Semi-BL Romance] Oblivious but unscathed. Oscillating between naivety and wit. Preferring kindness and warmth over power and delusions of grandeur. That is what Lorelei Sigrid Manalastas is made of. With his mother raising him alone and homeschooling for a decade, he is now finally stepping out to experience life and to attend an actual school. As he unravels and navigates the norms and true identity of a teenager, he will cross paths with Roam Douglas Buenaventura IV, the scion of Ventura Hawthorne Academy. He knew he was bound not to cross more lines head-on, but fate had other plans for him. What happens when the simple drive he had to experience life outside his home becomes more complicated? To what extent is he willing to push his bounds? And try to change everything that was not meant to be conquered?

[BOYS' LOVE] My champagne problem is that you and I are opposites, at least for me, but the world insists we are the same. We are bonded. We are one. And I despise it. ⋆౨ৎ⋅˚₊‧⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅‧₊˚ ⋅୨ৎ⋆ He swore he would never fall in love with someone shorter than him. That was Leroy Leonel Borromeo's silent rule ever since he began exploring his sexuality. His family was perfect. His friends were closely bonded. But Leroy's love life? A complete mess. He had never been one for committed relationships. To Leroy, it was always a challenge to keep up with someone who demanded too much. But everything changed when Christopher Titus Reyes made his move, threatening to unravel Leroy's sanity. Naguguluhan kasi siya kay Titus. Urong-sulong. Sweet ngayon, bukas hindi na. In short, walang paninindigan! Sino ba naman kasi 'yang lalaking 'yan? Eh mas matangkad naman siya diyan. But what frustrated Leroy even more was that, despite everything, he could never truly distance himself from Titus. What was it about this guy? Why were they always drawn together, yet still so far apart? They were never certain what they were. Friends, lovers, or something in between. Yet somewhere between holding on and letting go, could they discover what would eventually become theirs?

We listen when we have coffee to sip on. We take our time when we have a table to sit on. This is a short, cliche romance story about Maya, the coffee, and Yael, the table.