Selene Suarez was once the art world's rising star-brilliant, celebrated, unstoppable. Then came the scandal, the arrest, and a prison sentence for a crime she didn't commit. Now, she's free but hollow, hiding from a world that watched her fall and moved on without her. She doesn't paint. She doesn't trust. And she definitely doesn't let people in. Then Haven Mondragón shows up-relentlessly cheerful, wildly persistent, and completely unaware of the walls Selene has spent years building. She's supposed to be straight. She's supposed to be just another visitor who leaves. But she keeps coming back. Haven is everything Selene isn't: open, soft, and full of reckless belief in second chances. And the more Selene resists, the more their connection starts to feel like something real. Selene doesn't want to feel anything. Haven doesn't know how to stop. But when boundaries blur and truths unravel, they're both forced to face the one question that could change everything: What if the person you're running from is the one who makes you feel whole again?

Si Dionne Lucas ay isang museum art director na maganda, mayaman at matalino. Hindi na rin nakapagtataka kung marami ang nagkakagusto sa kaniya. Isa lang ang ayaw ni Dionne, ang makipagrelasyon. Ayaw niya talaga ng commitment. Wala rin siyang pakialam kahit guwapo o mayaman ang lalaking nagkakagusto sa kaniya. Laro lang ang gusto ni Dionne. Ayaw niya ng seryosohan hanggang sa nakilala niya ang abogado na si Charlotte Del Pierro. Magagawa pa rin kayang pigilan ang tukso o hahayaan ni Dionne na baguhin ang kaniyang nararamdaman? Written in Tagalog. Written in 3rd person point of view. January 3 2024. Ended: July 13 2024

Dr. Jade Julianne Kim has always known what she wanted-to become a surgeon, no matter the cost. Breaking up with her boyfriend was just one sacrifice in her relentless pursuit of that dream. Hired at Morgan West Hospital, she's ready to bury herself in the grind, with no time for distractions or romance. Casual flings? Sure, they're easy, no strings attached. But when Jade meets Dr. Scarlet Andrade, the hospital's head of cardiothoracic surgery, she's shaken. Dr. Andrade is more than just beautiful; she's confident, untouchable, and completely off-limits. Yet, there's something between them that Jade can't ignore. How long can she resist the temptation of the one woman who just might be her greatest distraction?

[PROFESSOR SERIES I] Khione Amora Avila is a transferee student at Wesbech University who aimed to have a fresh start. She only had one goal in life and that is to achieve her dreams as an artist. But what if she meets the most alluring yet strict Professor Solana Avion Clemonte whom she admired the most, and who has her own secrets to deal with? Complicated feelings started to arise as they gotten to know each other. Will Khione be able to handle it once the truth will be revealed? when her dreams, her reputation and even the woman she loves will be put at risk? Read and find out. This is a story between a professor and a student in an illicit affair. Highest Rank Achieved: #1 Fictional & #1 Lesbian.

[PROFESSOR SERIES II] Astrea Zaire Luceria thought she was incapable of loving someone. But the moment she laid her eyes on a certain Art Professor, she found herself falling for her even from a far distance. Not having any courage to approach her, she kept her feelings a secret for years without any plans on being close to her. But what if fate has other plans? The student who is eager to fix and heal her heart, and the Professor who is oblivious to the latter's feelings. Will stars be aligned for both of them? All rights reserved ©️ 2023 Highest Rank Achieved: #1 Fictional.

What we have is just now. As long as she loves me. As long as she wants to be with me. As long as there is 'we'. I love her! But the rainbow is not just a blend of vibrant and bright colors. It doesn't even stay for a long period of time-- just enough for us to see and in a fleet of time is gone, leaving us wondering if it's real. A rainbow doesn't have black and white. It wasn't just like that. Same as love. Same as us. There were times that i want to give her up. Not because my love did fade, rather, my love is too much. Too much that letting her go is the only option left for her to choose me without hesitation, without guilt, freed of lies. I want her to grow, to weigh things as it is. I want her to make me feel that being with me is her choice. I want her to realize that i am hers and that she have to surrender herself to me as well. I want her to love me because that is the way she feels and not because it was the safest way. Being with her is paradise. It was a mixture of colored pastel. It was too vibrant to explain. But at a sudden twist of downs and ups, we are shaking. Loving her has become my weakness. The weakening thought of losing her when I fuck up is too much to run me insane. I'm overreacting perhaps. But being with her, means walking in a narrow-road of heaven. There's no security, no assurance. One wrong move, and I'll be slipping away. Just in the never ending pain of darkness, of solitude, of self-struggle. Loving her has become my addiction. I couldn't get enough of it. But so they say, what's too much can cause harm. Maybe I'm loving her too much that she finds it hard to breathe when i'm around. But yes, it is just a wishful thinking; things that I'll surely not going to say to her because i will never ever earn the courage to say so. We are just nothing but a 'fateful coincidence.'

"No! Stop!" I could see her fading silhouette. She keeps on walking away just like the way I dreamt of her every night. 'No! Please don't walk away. I need to see your face. I need to know your name. I need to find you.' But I know that it wasn't enough. If there's anything that she's good at, it is into dodging people away. "Please!?" I almost beg. "I need to see you. Just stop." I keep on running and chasing after her. But like in every dreams, she kept on slowly fading away. And I could feel the same emptiness within whenever I've dreamt of this. It starts with her fading hands. Like a human form that's painfully breaking into tiny crystallized pieces that's scattered into thin air, she's dissolving in an incredibly fast-paced. "No. Please don't!" I could feel the tears that's running down on my cheeks as I try to grab her fading hand. "No! No!" As if there's a heavy rock on my chest, my breath starts to heave. I could feel the hollow emptiness within and the contradictory feeling of being crushed beneath.

"You may not want to be in my head. You might find someone other than myself that you won't be able to forget. It'll haunt you like a nightmare you can't tell. " "Silly. What's in that tough demeanor, ate Cray?" tumawa lang si Ember at kumapit ulit sa braso ko. "I like you. That's enough right?" Napailing na lang ako sa inaasal nito. If she'll learn our history, she'll then understand. Pinalis ko yung kamay nitong nakakapit na naman sa braso ko. "Compose yourself, Ember. I don't like you. You're just like a sister to me. Someone I had to protect with my life." I caught the way those words cut through her. It's visible in the same set of lifeless coal eyes that I am most familiar with. "Bakit?" I stared at her blankly. "Atleast tell me what you don't like about me." "That's exactly why it hurts the way it hurts." Napangiti ako ng mapait. "You have too many questions, too many words, in your head. But those will be left unsaid. Like me, you have to suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much every single day of your life. It hurts like hell." "Damn you. I like you." "You like me for what?" "You. You're not like everyone else. You're so sure of yourself. You're clever. You're self-made. You're everything. Everyone likes you. So you should be mine." I laughed at how shallow those things meant for her. Someone who can't even meet me in the depths of my shattered soul. "Thanks. But those are all my disorder." As i was about to turn my back, she whispered, "I actually feel sorry for you. You still don't know what it was that you even had. And yet still choose to lose. But one day, you'll see me for who I really am. And you're going to hate yourself for turning me down." No, Ember. You're wrong. I know you. You don't know me. Our past will surely haunt us. For you, I'll just be a girl known by everyone. But in fact, known by no one. It's terrible isn't it? The way we throw people away. ****

I looked helplessly, trying to search something aside the hunger-filled lust in the eyes of the rich filthy people cowering me. Something that could save and take me away from these predators ready to eat their prey. No matter how much i want to run, my arms are tied. The strong, narrow, capsule-shaped metal that held my body firmly in place makes my hope vanish in vain. As I am losing hope, that's when I met that cold lifeless coal eyes that seems to grew darker as it turned in a darker shade of the midnight. "Five million!" She raised her hands in the air. Making everyone to look at her. "Seven million!" The guy in black-suit smirks, making his maniac face uglier than a duck. "Eight." "Eight and a half million." "Ten million." another one stands up on his chair. Making a good run for this auction. The first guy grits his teeth. Obviously triggered by the last guy. "Fifteen million." he announced. "Twenty." "Twenty five!" No. I'm doomed. I've got not enough money to buy myself out of here in case I will be sold at any amount higher than fifteen. Who the hell spends twenty million just for a night? Damn rich people! My savior stands like a princess as she says, "Guess, I'll have to make it fifty million." Literally, there's nothing but silence after the last bid. Everyone is shocked. "Fifty million for a night with that woman. Anyone who want to raise their stake?" she asked again as if daring anyone to bid higher. All I could hear is the loud thumping of my heart as the guy in red, nods and mark me SOLD. As he took the gold collar that was thrown to him--marking me hers. Damn it!

And then my soul saw you and it kind of went, "Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you"