Introduction: The Ice Queen and the Fashion Queen Samantha Lee was untouchable. In the world of media, her name meant power - headlines bent at her will, networks craved her approval, and rivals called her The Ice Queen. With her razor-sharp gaze, perfectly pressed suits, and a talent for turning silence into intimidation, Samantha ruled her empire with precision. She wasn't in the business of making friends. She was in the business of owning the narrative. Cyan Consunji, on the other hand, was impossible to ignore. The fashion world's wild child turned CEO, Cyan thrived on being bold, brilliant, and a little bit outrageous. She walked into meetings dressed like she was ready for the cover of a magazine - and usually ended up on one anyway. Where Samantha's power was cold and silent, Cyan's was loud, vibrant, and sparkling. They should have stayed in their separate kingdoms: Samantha shaping stories, Cyan creating trends. But the universe - or maybe just ruthless corporate strategy - had other ideas. A high-profile partnership was announced. The media mogul and the fashion queen were suddenly bound together, expected to lead a joint venture that could redefine both industries. From the very first meeting, sparks flew. Samantha's frosty professionalism clashed with Cyan's playful defiance. Every word was a duel, every glance a silent challenge. To the outside world, they were competitors forced to cooperate. To their inner circles, they were a disaster waiting to happen. But what no one knew - not their investors, not their assistants, not even themselves - was that between Cyan's endless teasing and Samantha's cool indifference, something else was forming. Something reckless. Something dangerously close to attraction. Because sometimes, the best love stories don't start with "once upon a time." They start with: "I can't stand her."

Introduction High school was supposed to be predictable. At least, that's what Maxine Yves Ricalde thought. Her life ran like clockwork: classes, club meetings, cheer practice, and the occasional well-timed panic over an overdue assignment. Order was her religion, control was her weapon, and perfection... well, perfection was her middle name (almost). And then Heather Lim happened. Heather didn't just break rules-she makes them, wrote her own, and somehow looked cute while doing it. She was the volleyball team captain, a rockstar in sneakers, and, naturally, Maxine's ultimate nightmare. Where Maxine planned, Heather winged it. Where Maxine followed rules, Heather treated them like polite suggestions. Where Maxine wanted calm, Heather brought hurricanes. It was mutual dislike at first sight, which is what made it all the more hilarious when the school decided to force them together. The Spirit Week Cheer-Off Challenge was supposed to be fun. In reality, it was a ticking time bomb. Maxine and Heather had to co-lead, co-plan, and co-perform. Two opposites, one event, zero personal space. Maxine wanted order. Heather wanted chaos. Somehow, they were about to discover that clashing personalities make the loudest sparks... and sometimes, sparks turn into something dangerously adorable.

This is a story about the way opposites collide-quietly at first, then all at once. Lucky had always been the kind of girl who lit up every room she walked into. Bright, messy, unfiltered-her sketchbooks overflowing with ink-stained fingers, her laughter carrying across crowded halls, her words tumbling too fast for anyone to catch them all. She was art in motion, a living canvas of energy and color. MJ was nothing like her. Where Lucky was light, MJ was shadow. Where Lucky spilled herself freely, MJ held her mysteries close. On the volleyball court she was sharp and commanding, but off it she carried an air of distance, of silence, of something just out of reach. She didn't need to speak often; people leaned in anyway, drawn to the kind of charm that came from what she didn't give away. And maybe that's why Lucky noticed her. For years, Lucky's energy stretched toward MJ's quiet gravity, like sunlight chasing the shape of the moon. Their worlds couldn't have been more different-one full of sketches and laughter, the other built on secrets and restraint. Yet somehow, every step of Lucky's life seemed to bend in MJ's direction. This is the story of Lucky and MJ. A story of opposites. Of a love that lingered in silence. and what happens when almost, turns into something more.

Due to poverty and multiple student loan, selling her own paintings was not enough to provide for her family-especially her younger brother who's studying in a prestigious school just to have the education their parents wanted for them. Not until on her friend's wedding day, she ran away and now everyone decided that she'll be the replacement and be with the "wealthy woman" ...little did she know, not only this "wealthy woman" was the CEO of an international company yet also a F1 racer known globally.

selene (ml) and myra (mk) are academic achievers who are also rivals. But while selene hates myra to the guts, myra likes selene for years.

A collection of MikhaLoi short stories about love in all its forms-romantic, funny, and occasionally bittersweet. From awkward first meetings to unexpected connections, these tales capture the messy, beautiful moments that make love unforgettable.

There are so many definitions of the word 'friend'. But if I were to ask, I would definitely answer that a friend means YOU.

Kyle a rich adopted boy having a sexual relationship with her secretary Yves

Mikey, an intersex woman, navigates the complexities of identity and desire as she grapples with her feelings for Maxine, her dedicated secretary, and her long-term girlfriend, Aliannah. As Mikey's bond with Maxine deepens, she faces the challenges of balancing love, societal expectations, and self-acceptance. With a backdrop of support and turmoil, Mikey's journey becomes one of vulnerability and courage, as she learns to break down barriers and redefine her understanding of belonging.

A story wherein - People say you can tell when someone's in love-not by what they say, but how they look at the person they love. I've looked at her that way for years. Everyone sees it. Everyone but her. She asks, "Why are you looking at me like that?" I don't know how to lie anymore...to my best friend.