[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

[WLW] "Ang ganda-ganda ng langit ngayon. Klarong-klaro ang mga bituin. Ang sarap dumagdag ng isa." Ang tawag nila sa'kin, "Caroline". Na para bang hindi nila naamoy ang bulok na umaalingasaw sa pangalan na 'yon. Hindi ako si Caroline. Patay na si Caroline. Ang buong pangalan ko ay Maurine Celestine Candelaria. Mahaba, oo. Mas mahal ipaukit sa lapida. Ngayon, namumuhay ako bilang si Caroline. Ang namayapa kong kambal. Hindi dahil sa kagustuhan ko, kundi dahil hindi matanggap ng pamilya ko na wala na ang pinaka-paborito nila sa aming dalawa. I became her ghost to keep my mother sane. Ako ngayon si Caroline, dahil mas gugustuhin kong mabura, kesa mag-alaga ng baliw na ina. "Celestine." Until she whispered my name. Ang babaeng bumigkas ng pangalan ko sa unang beses sa loob ng tatlong taon. Pangalan na halos nakalimutan ko na rin. Ang pakilala niya sa'kin, siya daw si Romance. "Romance, as in, the death of." Dapat doon pa lang pala, nalaman ko na. Na hindi lahat ng nabubuhay, humihinga. At hindi lahat ng namamatay, naililibing. Dapat pala sumama na ako nang tinanong niyang, "Will you wilt with me?"