Jacaera Yven Clairmont isn't running away. She just doesn't know where else to go. After her father's death, she leaves Manchester and returns to the Philippines, to a family still learning how to have her back, and to a life that doesn't quite fit anymore. Jace soon finds herself drawn to Blaire Isla Narvaez before she even means to. She's the kind of person Jace should never want. After all, Blaire Isla isn't just anyone. She's her brother's girlfriend. Jace knows where the line is. She knows exactly why it exists. But the thing about crossing it? You never really notice until you already have. Taglish | Sapphic

[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

For love, would you play the role of the hero or the villain? An unmasked serial murderer is on the run, and killings are taking place all over the country. What a bad moment for a girl named Skylar Millie Parker to return home after four years in Canada, quitting a well-paid job. Unexpectedly, something happened on her way home when she met someone who would eventually lead her to an even better job opportunity from a prestigious family. Skylar accepted it without having a hint of the bigger trouble that would appear in her life in the form of a person; a woman named Hera Cythera Arentsvelt. The stories about Cythera intrigued her, even without personally seeing the infamous head of the family as she's always locked in her room. Quiet and mysterious, hauntingly playing Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. But then the time finally came, and something unexplainable changed inside Skylar the moment she saw the woman behind that name... "I remember vividly the first time I laid my eyes on you. You were wearing your purple robe with the same color as your eyes. I suddenly felt like everything around me had stopped, and you were the only one moving. Slowly taking the steps down the grand stairs. It felt like my breath got stuck in my throat, my heart pumping more blood than it should, and my head whispered to my ear...she looks ethereal." Ngunit ano nga bang malaking gulo na dala ng dalaga sa buhay ni Sky? At ano ang katakot takot na sikreto nito ang siyang tuluyang magpapabago sa buhay niya at sa mga tao sa paligid niya? Worse than that, it looks like Cythera knows something about the infamous serial killer in town... But is she the killer? Anong kaya mong isugal para protektahan ang taong pinaka importante para sayo? Disclaimer: This story is written in Taglish (Tagalog-English)

[WLW] [ENGLISH] I am not Caroline. Caroline is dead. But grief is a selfish, gaping thing. To everyone else, Caroline is alive, and Celestine is the one in the dirt. I was fine surrendering to the earth. Until that 2:00 AM smoke break where everything in the world was bleeding orange-the streetlamp, the bench, the flickering spark of almost-but-never-red between us. Until a girl with trembling hands, a pack of Marlboro Reds, and greedy, moon-like eyes looked right through the grave I had dug for myself. She introduced herself as Romance. "Romance. As in, the death of." A gaunt, half-dead stranger who starved the feral hunger out of her own eyes just to teach me how to crave the world again. I should have known right then and there. I should have known better than to build cathedrals out of cigarette smoke. I should have known better than to beg a deaf universe for a thirty-second day in December, or trust the moon to stay still when the sun is ruthlessly rising. She asked me to wilt with her. So why am I the one left breathing, forced to bloom in a world where Romance is dead?

Hope Eloise Sullivan grew up inside a mansion that never felt like home. Under the Zalduana name, she learned early that survival meant staying quiet, staying useful, and never asking for a place no one was willing to give her. But inside the hospital, she is no one's hidden burden. She is Dr. Sullivan-brilliant, sharp-tongued, steady-handed, and impossible to ignore. Then the Levistes enter the picture. And with them comes Zantasia Cazhielle Leviste. Composed, powerful, and dangerously unreadable, Zantasia is the kind of woman Hope should never want to understand. She belongs to a world of influence, arranged alliances, and family secrets-the same kind of world that has kept Hope within limits her entire life. But Zantasia looks at her like she sees too much. And Hope, despite every warning in her head, starts looking back. What begins as tension quickly turns into something far more dangerous: desire, guilt, obsession, and a truth neither of them is ready to face. Because the closer Hope gets to Zantasia, the more the past begins to move-and some buried things were never meant to stay buried forever. In a world where powerful families rewrite the truth, where love can be used as leverage, and where being seen can be just as dangerous as being erased, Hope must decide how far she is willing to go for the woman who could either free her from the limits she was born into... or become the reason she breaks them.

I'm tired... Give me one more enough reason to keep sailing into your unsure world.. I'm really tired. I'm tired of being pushed away. One reason is enough for me to keep sailing, but one reason is also enough for me to stop.. Date started: March 18, 2022 Date finished: February 10, 2023 Date published: July 04, 2022 ----- Lots of errors ahead.

‼️THIS IS NOT AN INTERSEX STORY‼️ When someone makes a promise, you can't do anything other than waiting. Wait for her to fulfill that promise, and still wait unceasingly even though there's no assurance for her to come back. Date Started: November 4, 2022 Continued: January 3, 2023 Date Finished: August 21, 2023 ----- Lots of errors ahead.

Zamantha Karssen Abvelino is a sponsored student, concealing her talent and struggling with a deflated self-concept. Her world flips on its axis when a formidable teacher, feared by all, enters her life and brings a brand new set of barriers. Professor Rhio Ritchel Sandoval is an untamed authority on academia. She is an enigma. Brilliant and celebrated as a woman and an educator who commands the attention of every student who crosses her path with her razor sharp intellect and a personality as complex as the subjects she teaches. Their love affair is a fevered dance of becoming. Two straight women bending toward something dangerously new, a passionate romance that defies gravity and expectation as they tame themselves they never knew existed. SAPPHIC ROMANCE [FemmexFemme] (WRITTEN IN TAGLISH) STATUS: COMPLETED DATE STARTED: July 2018 (Chapter 1-20) DATE RESUMED: April 2020 DATE FINISHED: December 07, 2020 (5PM PHT)