Joana Maica Montereal just wants to have fun in the online world. Play games. And meet new friends. But she found more than what she's hoping for. She find peace and comfort in a world where people thought was just for fun. And she found love she thought that only exist in fantasy. -------- Nexarion: Are you free @\Celestria? Let's raid. ;) Celestria: Definitely! Count me in. ^⁠_⁠^ Others: We are also free, just so you know! =⁠_⁠= ------- Original Story. Book cover made by: Penship 737 Photos are not mine. Credits to the rightful owner. #online 555 | 128k #reality 972 | 31.2k #fool 58 | 1.19k #rpg 351 | 5.3k #onlinegames 21 | 447

(SLOW UPDATE) Four women. Four men. Eight secrets intertwined. Their paths have crossed. Can they remain hidden, or will they be revealed to the world? ----- "The heart, making itself guilty of such secrets, must perforce hold them, until the day when all hidden things shall be revealed." - Nathaniel Hawthorne. ---- Original Story. Book Cover made by: Akamei_Sensei Photos are not mine. Credits to the rightful owner. #government 98 | 12k #differentworld 150 | 1.57k #rival 183 | 2.6k #agents 53 | 4.5k #maleprotagonists 326 | 2.6k #underworld 942 | 7.39k #multiplepov 390 | 2.79k

Don't fall in love with me, or you'll regret loving me. - A.C. --------- Original story. Photos are not mine. Credits to the rightful owner. #strongfemaleprotagonist 39 | 253

One morning, Yun Tang woke up in a completely unfamiliar world with the same name as her. Unable to return to her world, she tried to integrate and live her new life. However, everything takes a turn when she suddenly realizes she did not transmigrate to another world. She actually wears a book she reads before she came here. The problem was- she didn't know the plot and only scanned it!!!! ----- Original Story. Photos are not mine. Credits to the rightful owner. #change 6 | 23.2k #space 55 | 37.6k #fiction 240 | 410k #reader 111| 62.4k #original 119| 98.4k #ancient 12 | 8.12k #femalelead 15 | 2.93k #anotherworld 7 | 2.82k #secondchance 137 | 15.8k #transmigration 92 | 8.7k

[ EPISTOLARY ] Gwyneth and her boyfriend had broken up for a week now, and she's already regretting her decision. Gusto niya itong kausapin. She wanted to text- call him. Tell him that she can wait; she can change; and she will not be a hindrance in his dreams. Instead, she will be his support system in his battles. She will be an understanding girlfriend and will be everything he wants her to be. But she knows she can't tell him that. Not now. He needs to take focus. He doesn't need any distraction now. And they had an agreement. A promise. So, she can only write what her heart truly feels in the messages. In hopes that someday, she'll have the courage to finally send it. In hopes that one day, that person will receive it. And time will come, he will read all these unspoken words that she longed to reach him. --------- Original Story. Photos are not mine. Credits to their owners. #heartbreak 99 | 16.6k #epistolary 66 | 5.4k

Celeste swore she'd never be like her mother. The woman who left for her dreams and for another love that made her feel free again. She hated her for choosing herself over the family she left behind. So Celeste tried to live differently. She stayed, she loved, and she held on. But somewhere along the way, while chasing her own dreams, she started to drift too. And without meaning to, she became more like her mother than she ever thought she would. Because she thought this love would save her from becoming her mother, but it only led her closer - almost, always.

A love built on secrets. A legacy written in blood. Selvara Leclerc Dela Serna lives in a world of lights, cameras, and curated perfection. A celebrated model in Paris, she's far removed from the shadows of her family's name. What she doesn't know is that the wealth behind her success is stained-with smuggling routes, laundered money, and a father feared in the Philippine underworld. Then she meets Cael-quiet, grounded, unreadable. He feels like something different. Someone safe. But Cael isn't just a man. He's a mission. A covert intelligence operative sent to infiltrate the Dela Serna empire. And Selvara is the key. He's been ordered to get close. To break her defenses. To use her. But the closer he gets, the harder it is to remember where the mission ends and the lies begin. And what happens when the man meant to dismantle her world starts falling in love with it? In a game built on forged identities and buried truths, how do you keep loving the man sent to ruin you?