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.

THE LOSERS' CLUB SERIES 3 In need of juicy news for her online publication, the struggling journalism student, Millicent Rae Velasco, was forced to interview the intimidating student council president of their university, Juancho Alas Montero. But, not wanting to be the subject of rumors, he rejected her instantly. So, paano siya? Paano ang last requirement niya bago maka-graduate? Si Juancho ang iniatas sa kanya ng isinusumpa niyang prof na gawan ng profile article! Isa pa, dito na lang siya makakabawi! Kailangan niya pang higitin mula sa dulo ng impyerno ang grades niya! Being in a hopeless predicament, she ended up chasing after him. She hid behind the bookshelves where he was studying, memorized his schedule by heart, and talked to him straight on when she could. She only had one goal---write an article about him. Nothing more, nothing less. But life had a lot of things in store for her. Because through the glances she'd stolen, she picked up the sharp fragments of his life. Through the hidden smiles, she unraveled the content of his heart. And through the pages she'd written, she caught herself falling in love with him.

THE LOSERS' CLUB SERIES #2 Someday you'll look back on your mistakes and laugh. To name a few instances, these are those awkward first kisses you shared with your first boyfriend, those failed recitations that your classmates don't seem to forget, and those poor outfit ideas that you once thought were cute. Iyong mga dating nakakahiya, nakakainis, at masakit para sa 'yo, pagdating ng araw, ngingitian mo na lang. Maybe by then, you'll realize how much time you've invested in being too emotional. Pero may mga bagay na kahit matagal nang nangyari, hindi natin magawang tawanan. Siguro dahil nakakahiya pa rin? Siguro dahil nakakainis pa rin? O siguro, dahil masakit pa rin? For Amari Sloane Mendoza, it's all of the above. Among all the awkward, failed, and poor instances, falling in love with her classmate, Leon Ysmael Zamora, is the only mistake she can't laugh about.

THE LOSERS' CLUB SERIES #1 Have you ever been so smitten with someone that you were just so grateful they existed? Tipong makita mo lang siya, solved ka na. Kahit hindi mo siya makausap o makasama, inspired na inspired ka. That was the case for Dawn Karsen Navarro, a die-hard fan of a prominent singer and songwriter, Dior Kobe Gallardo. Kahit pa laging General Admission ticket lang ang nabibili niya at halos kasinlaki lang ng gagamba ang natatanaw niya mula sa upuan, marinig niya lang ang boses ng binata, kuntento na siya. So, when luck pulled a trick on her poor heart, she didn't hesitate to take advantage of the opportunity. She went from being in the farthest row to being in the backstage, from seeing only a glimpse of her idol to a face-to-face encounter, and from hearing only a fraction of his life to knowing everything there was to know about him. She had made a lot of progress. But, why did she go back to being seated in the farthest row? Why did she go back to being just a mere fan? After everything they vowed, why did she go back to being a stranger in the midst of the crowd?

COMPLETED Sa buong buhay ni Caprice, ang paw café ng kanyang lola ang pinakatahimik na sulok ng mundo. Dito siya lumaki-sa amoy ng kape at milk tea, sa kaluskos ng mga halaman, sa vintage na dekorasyong parang laging may kwento, at sa mga tahol ng tuta na nagsisilbing background music ng bawat araw. Tuwing summer, bumabalik siya rito para tumulong, para magpahinga... para huminga. Tahimik. Simple. Walang gulo. Hanggang dumating ang isang binatang may gitara, mahiwagang bisikleta, at ngiting parang araw na walang balak lumubog. Bagong salta sa nayon, palaging may dalang kalat at saya. Ang gitara niyang bigla na lang tutugtog, at ang presensya niyang parang hangin-hindi mo nakikita, pero ramdam mo agad. Sa bawat pagpasok niya sa café, parang may kasamang maliit na bagyo. At sa bawat ngiti niyang ibinabato kay Caprice, parang may kumikiliti sa puso niyang matagal nang nakapahinga. Ngayon, araw‑araw niyang naririnig ang boses nitong malamig pero may init na parang hapon sa tag‑araw. Araw‑araw niyang nakikita ang ngiting pilit niyang iniiwasan. Araw‑araw niyang nararamdaman ang unti‑unting paglusaw ng katahimikang pinanghahawakan niya. Sa pagitan ng mga kantang hindi niya gustong magustuhan, mga tawang ayaw niyang sagutin, at mga sandaling ayaw niyang bigyan ng kahulugan, may kung anong umuusbong... ...mabagal, banayad, pero hindi mapigilan. Isang kwentong hindi niya hiniling, pero dahan‑dahang kumakatok sa puso niya. At sa paw café na dati'y tahimik at puno lang ng tuta, ngayon ay may bagong musika-isang duet na hindi niya hiniling... at isang kwentong maaaring magsimula sa isang simpleng kanta.

COMPLETED Teen-Fiction It was a teenage love shaped by butterflies in the stomach, pressure at home, and grades that mattered too much. A love that didn't arrive late-just arrived at the wrong time. And now the question isn't if they love each other... but if they could survive the silence... or quietly become the one you lose forever?

[COMPLETED] Love is like a painting, where each moment adds a new layer of color and texture, like happiness and pain, blending the bright hues of joy and the dark hues of sadness, with the softer tones of understanding and the rougher tones of grief, gradually creating a unique masterpiece that reflects the depth and intricacy of a shared journey. Just like how soft Sakivino Basaltta's brush strokes, would he be able to paint his love on a grand canvas?

[COMPLETED] Love is like a book, where each chapter unfolds new pages of joy and sorrow, revealing new people that may stand as a lesson and twists that strengthen our understanding and attachment, eventually weaving a sole, unequaled, and intricate story of love, growth, and life. Would Sixto Basaltta be capable of fixing the torn pages of his book of love towards a woman who writes her own story?

COMPLETED The best part of love is capturing all the bliss, grief, blues, and felicities, and put it on a frame where you can reminisce the entire moments like a film on the cinema. But just like how Savino Basaltta's camera survived all the love and pain, the hatred and the hope, the courage and the cowardice, the innocence and the guilt, would he withstand everything for the second time around? Or would everything be abandoned as a mere photograph?

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