​"Sabi nila, ang kasaysayan ay laging nauulit. Pero paano kung ang kasaysayang alam mo... ay isang malaking kasinungalingan?" ​Solana Estelle V. Zuñigo is a professor who lives for history. As an activist, she has always fought to give a voice to the silenced. But when she is transported back to the year 1892, she is no longer just a scholar of the past, she is a part of it. ​Waking up in the body of Fiorella K. Valderrama, her grandmother's sister, she finds herself standing at the beginning of her family's greatest tragedy: the forbidden love between her Lola Felicia and the revolutionary Alexandra H. De la Cuesta. ​Knowing that Alexandra is destined to die on the night of their escape, Solana makes a choice to intervene. She decides to rewrite the script, to get to Alexandra first, and to shield her from the fate that history has already written. ​But as Solana falls deeper into the world of the 19th century, she begins to notice the cracks in the story she grew up with. The more she tries to save Alexandra, the more she feels like she's walking into a trap that has been set for over a century. ​Can Solana break the cycle before history repeats itself? Or is she just another piece in a game she doesn't fully understand?

ᴀʟᴄᴀ ᴘᴇɴɢᴜñᴀ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ꜱᴀᴘᴘʜɪᴄ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ-ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱʜ Duvessa Alexis Galician finds herself enrolling in law school for reasons that feel almost trivial. Anything to keep herself moving, anything to avoid standing still with her own thoughts. Along the way, a friendship blooms- one filled with warmth, laughter, and fleeting moments of light. She was once someone who loved so freely, who danced and sang as if tomorrow was never promised. Soft, kind, and alive. Ingrid Rhipley Alva, burned out after graduation, drifts into law school with deception in mind. Tired, unmotivated, and quietly empty, she never expected to find something worth holding onto. But then she meets someone- someone who changes the way she understands love. Someone light, easy to laugh, and full of life. Torn between holding on and letting go, between love and self-preservation, they are forced to face a truth neither of them is ready to accept: the most painful battles are not fought against each other, but within themselves. Once bound by a love that felt certain, they now stand at the edge of something fragile- as one begins to lose herself, and the other refuses to let her go. But how do you love someone who is slowly disappearing? How do you stay when the person you love no longer believes she deserves to be loved? And when the weight becomes too much, when healing feels like breaking, and love begins to feel like a burden- Will they still choose each other? Or will the rhythm they once shared fade into forgotten- until all that remains... is silence? Date Started: June 5, 2025 Date Ended: Status: Ongoing

[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?

(Love-Struck Series 3) Hugo Kyrell Ferrer is a great basketball player with an almost perfect life. He was handsome, smart, talented, and came from a family of doctors and engineers. He didn't take things too seriously and simply enjoyed his life as a PBA player. His only problem was that his parents wanted him to marry a woman after discovering that he was bisexual. The woman he was arranged to marry was beautiful, elegant, and smart. He realized it might not be so bad to marry someone like her. But things took a quick turn when the woman's uncle appeared before his eyes... Feron Alarik Zakirov. He was tall, blond, masculine, handsome, and incredibly smart. Hugo instantly had a crush on him at first sight... No, it was something deeper. Because the moment he saw him, Hugo almost forgot that he was arranged to tie the know with Feron's niece. STARTED: August 31, 2025 FINISHED: ---

Bittersweet Champagne Series #1 Archiel Dámon Salvadorez Raphael Dustin Ceron

Dravon Isaac Cumavero and Nicholaz Eli Monquez.

vv ii: kr - on-going

When Franco moved to Manila for college, he told himself that he'll experience everything there is to experience. And he did. His first year could be considered as... scandalous, to say the least. So when his sophomore year came, he promised himself that he'll do better para na rin sa future niya. He intended to join this prestigious organization that would surely help his career in the future. When Franco joined AIESEC, he knew his life would change... little did he know, magbabago talaga ang buhay niya nang makilala niya si Joaquin Lorenzo Santillan-the perfect student who's beloved by everyone. Franco was in awe. Every where Joaquin goes, his presence commanded respect. His presence was magnetic, his smile effortless, his charm undeniable. And he was nice-so nice that Franco unknowingly followed him around, like he was orbiting around Joaquin's magnetic presence, eager for him to be noticed. Akala ni Franco ay okay ang lahat. Naka-pasok na siya sa org. Mukhang magiging kaibigan niya na si Joaquin. But one night, few beers after, his world seemingly collapsed when Joaquin stared him in the eye and said, "In case there's any confusion, let me make it clear-I'm not gay." Franco's world tilted on its axis, crumbling in an instant. Now, his mission was simple: survival. Avoid Joaquin at all costs. Erase the memory of that moment, of those eyes, of the touch that seemed to linger impossibly on his skin. Little did he know, some marks aren't so easily erased.

It all started when rookie setter Seb Angeles misset the ball causing injury to their team's opposite hitter, Nico Almojer.