stand alone complete [unedited] To quote someone, no one can teach you how to write-because life is the one who would teach you how to pen the beginning, climax, and end of your story-but what if you don't like how life writes it? Athanacia Norainne Samonte only has one goal in life-to write until she's out of breath. She loves writing, as much as how the sun always shine after the night has fallen back to slumber. Kaya naman nang makita ang oportunidad na maging script writer ng isang student director na si Kiran Conjuanco-she did her best to be the only option that Kiran could consider. He was her stimulus to write better so he could only set his eyes on her written crafts. Yet, writing was never easy. In this economy, she has a lot to consider when it comes to pursuing passion over practicality. She has to brace herself from the criticisms that barks and bites her whenever they can. She has to see that she's never going to be the best writer-because there will always be someone who writes better. She has to accept that sometimes writing. . .isn't just writing. When life gives her a script that should have been shelved, can Nacia act off script from this film turning into tragedy?

OLD SUMMER TRILOGY #2 Being the niece of the volleyball team's coach, Alia is hired to design the uniforms of the players. Seven, who has had a crush on her since the first time he saw her on the campus, feels shy and awkward whenever her presence is there. What more if one summer, the whole team will have to train in the coach's province near the ocean, where Alia is also having her vacation? Every night, since Alia cannot go to the house where the team is staying, the two would just write silly letters to each other and put them in a bottle, then hang the bottle in its usual spot.

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.

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It's funny how her name, Azelea, means God has spared, and yet her life is like a cruel joke because it's the opposite of that. Her life is all about hiding and pretending. Her own emotions and feelings are kept and locked into the deepest part of her, where they need to stay buried for the sake of her own survival. There's no way for her to escape her hell of a life. Not until Alexei Maxim Volkov---the Bratva's supposed to be dead king---barged into her life, bloodied and laughing at the trail of demise around him. His hand is extended for Azelea, and all she has to do is reach for it. But she has a feeling that he will not bring her to paradise, and instead... he has every intention to lead her through inferno.

My life before was just like my name, Haven. Everything was peaceful, everything went my way, and I had everything that I needed. If I wanted something, I'd have it in a snap. I didn't need to move, make an effort, or work for it. I just needed my daddy's tiny rectangular card that might look insignificant but carried the world on its little sharp edges. Money might not equate to happiness, but it certainly made life easier for me. And yet a year later, from heaven I was dropped into my version of hell. Now, I'm standing in the aisle of a grocery store, wondering if I should just buy another batch of instant noodles because I don't want to waste money-money that I barely have to begin with-on food that will just end up being barely edible. Was that the hell I'm talking about? No. It's working unbelievably long hours just to get paid basically nothing, and wanting to buy food to eat because I haven't had one meal for the day, only to end up having a gun on my head. Oh, and before I forget-kidnapped! At a grocery store! My version of hell? It's the tattooed, hot-headed Italian and head of a secret criminal society, Allessio Cascella.