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The Ghost I Sleep Beside par forahtise
forahtise
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Yllyana Marie Aduana spent months trying to outrun the remnants of Ahtisa Manalo. But when the past refuses to stay dead, it bleeds into the present-haunting, consuming, leaving no space for serenity. Years after their almost-love ends in a devastating confession-"Minahal kita, Yana. Maybe... I'm just not ready. I... may boyfriend na ako."-Yllyana convinces herself she has finally moved on. But truth left unresolved is a voice that continues to echo. It lingers, shaping itself into something felt in every room, every shadow, every breath. Ahtisa becomes the ghost she sleeps beside: a memory too warm to forget, too painful to grasp. A thorn that keeps the wound open-a petal that still gives the heart the will to beat. As the past carves itself back into their lives, both women are forced to face the people they became after being each other's ruin-and confront whether the ghosts they carry are meant to stay buried, or if some loves are worth exhuming once more. [3722 words]
Could Have Been but Never Was (Loser #4) par inksteady
inksteady
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    Chapitres 46
THE LOSERS' CLUB SERIES #4 How does it feel to live with tons of what ifs and should-have-beens? Knowing that under different parameters, you could have worked it out. Knowing that if you only weathered the storm together, you could have built a home in each other's arms. Napakaraming sana--ganiyan ang naging takbo ng buhay ni Ysabelle Katana Montecer. Sana mayaman siya. Sana mas maganda. At sana may kapangyarihan siyang ibalik ang oras. If only she had listened to the little voice in her head, she could have been in a relationship with the only man who ever caught her attention--River Mattias Fuentabella. But it was too late for her. She was a ticking time bomb waiting to go off. A heartbeat away from silence. Kahit ayaw niya, kailangan niyang tanggapin ang hatol ng tadhana. River would always be out of her reach. He was close, but not too close enough for her to hold. They could have happened. They could have been together. But sadly, they never were.
Crown & Fire par Catastrophe_A
Catastrophe_A
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    Chapitres 42
Among the contestants are two front-runners: Ahtisa Manalo, graceful and calculated, and Yllana Marie Aduana, fierce and effortlessly magnetic. They're rivals in every sense-both gunning for the same crown, both too proud to admit the spark simmering beneath the surface. But beneath the gowns, rehearsals, and media-ready smiles, something deeper begins to unravel. As photo shoots force them close and drunken nights blur the lines, tension turns into touches, and hostility hides something far more dangerous than hate: longing. To the public eye, they're simply contenders. To their friends, they're opposites who just don't get along. But behind closed doors, in stolen moments and silent glances, a story unfolds-one of slow-burning desire, confusing emotions, and the impossibility of falling for the one person you're supposed to beat. This isn't just about beauty or victory anymore. This is about two girls who were never supposed to want each other-and how impossible it becomes to stop.
The Forbidden Hours par ZelaneCryo
ZelaneCryo
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Ahtisa Manalo is an acclaimed actress, engaged to Marcus Arguelles-a charming, well-loved CEO. Their wedding is the talk of the city, and by all accounts, they're the perfect couple. Until Ahtisa meets Yllana Aduana, a captivating model who stirs something in her she's never felt before. What begins as harmless curiosity turns into quiet longing. Ahtisa tries to stay loyal. Yllana tries to stay distant. But neither can ignore the pull. They never meant to fall. They never meant to hurt anyone. But some connections are impossible to forget. A story of restraint, stolen glances, and love that blooms where it shouldn't-until it does.
RED CARD | MIKHAIAH par RiddleCulous
RiddleCulous
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When four of the most powerful girls in your university fell in love with you. "Our age doesn't matter to me, I want her" - Sheena Catacutan "No one dares to reject me, what I want is what I got" -Stacey Sevilleja "I'm gonna make you love me in just a blink of a second" - Maloi Ricalde "If I fall, I'll make you fall harder. You can't escape me, Mikha Lim" -Aiah Arceta Red Card | Mikhaiah 2024
Miss President par Catastrophe_A
Catastrophe_A
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    Chapitres 51
Yllana was the kind of SSC officer who never read the minutes, submitted forms late, and somehow still got away with everything - mostly because she was too charming (and annoyingly pretty) to stay mad at for long. Ahtisa Manalo, on the other hand, was the university's beloved terror president: always early, always polished, clipboard in one hand and a deadline in the other. She ran meetings like a machine and didn't blink while shutting down entire project proposals. They were opposites in every possible way. But every Thursday, in every cramped conference room and chaotic event day, Yllana found new ways to test her President's patience - teasing her in front of the officers, whispering "Miss President, you good?" just to see her fluster. And Ahtisa, who prided herself on never cracking... started cracking. Started softening. Started falling - quietly, hopelessly - for the one girl she never planned to let close. What began as harmless teasing turned into glances that lingered too long, meetings that ended with shared Yakults, and touches that meant too much. Until the teasing stopped being a joke... and started feeling like a promise. This is the story of how the campus terror fell in love with the girl who never took anything seriously - except her. And maybe, eventually, the feeling was mutual. Or so we thought.