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All the times you didn't  by Oenomelzha
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Almost trilogy #2
Wilted Gerberas by Oenomelzha
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almost trilogy #1 Hara Sloane Ynares--a smart, strong-willed girl who always stood her ground--never expected to fall in love with her boy best friend. She was proud, guarded, and used to being in control of her emotions. At first, she denied it. She told herself it wasn't real, that it was just a passing feeling. But every time he showed her kindness, every time he chose to stay when he didn't have to, she felt her walls slowly breaking. Her feelings for him were like Gerberas-gentle yet resilient. They bloomed quietly, even without sunlight. They glowed in the dark, even without being seen. She loved him in silence, with everything she had, even when he kept his distance. Even when he made her feel like she was asking for too much. Now she wonders: if Gerberas are left unwatered, will they wither away just like her love might? Or will they continue to bloom, even in the middle of a storm, even when it hurts, even when it's slowly dying?
Evidence of love by Oenomelzha
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Profession series #1 She was accused of killing her own father. Alone, judged, barely holding on. It was never quiet in her head. Every day felt like thunder-loud, accusing, impossible to escape. The world had already decided her fate. People looked at her like she was a monster. No one stood by her. No one reached out. Then came a man in a suit-composed, sharp, and unbothered by the noise. The highest-paid lawyer in the country. He walked straight toward her, held her hand, and gave her a calm she hadn't felt in years. For the first time, she thought maybe someone cared. That someone saw her pain and chose to stay. But soon, the truth came out. He wasn't there because it was her. He was there because she reminded him of someone else-someone he used to love. And just like that, everything she believed in shattered. So now she asks: If love is given by mistake, but it brings healing... can it still be called an evidence of love?
Knock, Knock, Professor by irshwndy
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In the midst of solving mysteries and exploring their undeniable chemistry, Fifteen Salustiana is determined to help Xildius Vouganville confront his dark past and embrace the light once more. As they uncover the truth behind every crime, she must also seek the truth behind Xildius's fears. *** Desperate for money, Fifteen Salustiana takes a job as the personal assistant to the enigmatic Xildius Vouganville, or XV, a genius professor living in the eerie mansion of Villa Vouganville. XV, a master of anatomy and psychology, solves crimes from the shadows, haunted by a dark past that keeps him from stepping into the sunlight. Fifteen becomes XV's eyes and ears in the outside world, venturing out to gather clues and solve crimes. As they work together, she finds herself drawn to XV's brilliance and vulnerability. The more time they spend together, the more she realizes her feelings for him are growing stronger. Will Fifteen be able to help XV step out of the shadows and into the light, or will their love be consumed by the darkness? DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish.
Dosage of Serotonin by inksteady
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Started: 04/27/2021 Ended: 08/24/2021 Ang hirap palang tumanda. Ang hirap magbayad ng bills. Ang hirap suportahan ng pamilyang akala ay isang milyon ang suweldo mo. Ang hirap ngumiti sa nanay na mataas ang tingin sa'yo pero hindi ka kayang ipagtanggol. Ang hirap tabihan sa hapagkainan ng tatay na pinag-uubusan mo ng pera pero hindi ka maalala. Ang hirap mag-abot ng tulong sa kapatid na baon sa utang. Ang hirap intindihin ng hipag na nakakapagpa-rebond pa kahit kapos na kapos na. Ang hirap pakisamahan ng bunsong halos ilahad ang mga palad tuwing makikita ka. Ang hirap ngitian ng mga taong tanong nang tanong kung bakit hindi ka pa nakakapag-asawa. Ang hirap humarap sa mundong isasampal sa'yo na mag-isa ka. Tulong, bigay, utang. Isang iling mo lang, madamot ka na. Kasama mo sila kapag may maibibigay ka, pero hindi mo sila mahahanap kapag wala na. Ikaw ang kakayod, sila ang tutuka. Ikaw ang iiyak sa pagod, sila ang magtatamasa. Iyon ang summary ng buhay ko. Sobra-sobra ang naririnig na paghingi, kulang na kulang ang naririnig na pasasalamat. Sobra-sobra ang pagpapasensya, kulang na kulang ang natatanggap na pagpapahalaga. Sobra-sobra ang binabayaran, kulang na kulang sa kasiyahan. Kaya nang dumating sa buhay ko ang nag-iisang lalaking hindi ako nakita bilang naglalakad na alkansya, ang nag-iisang lalaking nakinig sa mahabang listahan ko ng problema, ang nag-iisang lalaking nagbigay sa akin ng kakaibang saya, ipinangako ko sa sarili na sa gitna ng hirap ng pagtanda, magtitiis ako basta't siya ang kasama. Kahit pa ang kapalit noon ay pagtalikod sa minahal na pamilya. Kahit pa ang kapalit noon ay paglaban sa mundong pinatatakbo ng kapangyarihan at pera. Kahit pa ang kapalit noon ay ang pagdurusa't pag-iisa. Siya ang ginhawa, pahinga, at kasiyahan ko. Dumating man ang araw na tanaw ko na ang dulo. Dumating man ang araw na wala na kaming sagot sa lahat ng bakit at paano. Dumating man ang araw na pareho na kaming talo.