Jewellana Leticia is an outcast. She has been a victim of mockery as she couldn't keep up with the other goddesses her age when it comes to power and ability. And as someone who is afraid to stand up for herself, she already accepted her unfortunate life as a target of ridicule- a weak and a failure goddess of Deeseyadah. *** Life in Deeseyadah has been bearable. Despite facing unjust treatment by the other goddess, Goddess Neena has been her refuge and comfort. For Leticia, living quietly with Goddess Neena would make her happier. But would that belief remain the same when the moon chose her as the new Moon Goddess? Giving her the responsibility of rewriting history and showing her a new world with a king named Dastan, who claims her as his queen? Thanks, Aleeiah for the cover <3

Free-spirited Nahara Shalani Carjaval is. She couldn't be more pleased to be the center of attention and to be recognized as the most daring campus queen. With her as a typical party-loving college student, her kind older sister, and her devoted parents? What could be wrong with her life? *** But the night after attending a wild party, Naha and her sister returned home with their murdered parents. Whisked by her desperate wounded sister, Pearl, to save her, they crossed the portal and entered an unknown world. When she thought that their lives were spared, they suddenly found themselves trapped inside a catastrophic university, with an urging rebellion. Will she be able to settle into her new life peacefully if she found herself entangled with the mad yet handsome student named Evan, who she discovers would lead the rebellion?

I was called as the hummingbird with wings that could bring gorgeous chaos, a bird with sharpest beak and a bird with deceiving voice. I have the fearless, daring and dangerous eyes. But the moment his eyes met mine, my eyes on fire turned into misty eyes. Book 2 - Eyes Trilogy Highest ranking# 1 Cover is not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.

In fairy tale, the spinning wheel made the princess fall into her deep sleep, a sleep like death from which she will never awaken. But mine was a different kind of story, in my own fairy tale spinning wheel was not this kind of evil... Cover is not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.

All that Cynthia ever wanted was to find a rich man to be her husband, but she started falling for Leo who was a handsome, naughty, and sweet colleague, yet a poor man. ***** Cynthia Fatima Dimagiba was a self-proclaimed gold-digger as she was already fed up being unwanted and poor after being orphaned at a young age. Forced to constantly hustle, she made a promise to herself that she will use her beauty and brains to marry a rich man... specifically, the young and mysterious CEO of her company. Upon committing to her goal, she met Leo, a handsome and naughty but sweet colleague, yet a poor one. The last thing she could ever think of was falling in love with him and yet she did... DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish.

There’s something calming about being outside right before a massive storm hits. You know a disaster is just waiting to happen, and you have every sign shouting at you to get the hell out. Yet you stay.That’s how I felt when I started hooking up with my best friend’s boyfriend. I knew it was wrong. I knew I shouldn’t have. I knew it would hurt her. But I did it anyway.

I pushed him on to the bed and stumbled on top of him, hastily unbuttoning his shirt whilst his fingers trailed up my body, entwining with my hair. Breathing heavily, i cupped his face and leaned in closer, until our lips were a few centimeters apart, before we could continue i had a question which demanded an answer. "Nate" i exhaled, preparing myself for my question. "Arielle" he replied, a smile emerging onto his lips as his fingers trailed from my hair to my torso, finally resting on my hips. "What are we?" I questioned whilst sitting up and straddling him. I know i shouldn't pressure him about labels but this has been going on for too long. "We're friends," he simply stated, avoiding eye contact. "Just friends?" i asked, making direct eye contact with him. We weren't 'just friends' - ' just friends' don't look at each other like that. 'Just friends' don't spend late nights having sex and getting drunk at each others house behind their boyfriend's and girlfriend's back - we're more than 'just friends'. "I guess we're more than friends" he paused, pulling me back on top of him and planting a trail of kisses from my lips to my neck. "But definitely less than a couple," he admitted. I bit my lip. "I don't think i can be your 'friend' anymore, Nate," i confessed. Confusion dominated his face as i elaborated, "I can do better, with you. With us together. Face it, we're nowhere near 'just friends' are we?" i stated, attentively observing him. "I guess not - but it's too complicated for us to be more,right now...You have a boyfriend. I have a girlfriend. Labels are the last thing we need right now," he assured me, tracing patterns on my hip. I sighed, he was right. It was too complicated. The last thing i want is to hurt my best friends. "You drive me completely out of my mind, Arielle. For you, i'd do absolutely anything. But right now, labels are not what we need. We just need each other," he reassured me, crashing his lips on to mine.

Not all you can see and feel is true, and not all that's true is you feel and see