𝗨𝗡𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗗 | Revision will begin after the novel has come to an end. "Just like the stars that explode in a supernova, he left a remnant. A remnant I would feel compelled to pursue." Therese, born with a golden spoon in her mouth, finds her way to the Polytechnic University of the Philippines. Everything seems to go smoothly as she enters university without a hitch, attending the freshman walk in her favorite Balenciaga shoes-until she meets him. He's an outspoken activist who turns her world upside down. He shines brightly under the sun, holding strong to his principles and fighting for what he believes in. But he doesn't make it easy for Therese. He doesn't even try to hide his disdain for her. He hates her, or so Therese believes. However, just like a star that leaves behind its remnant after it fades, he leaves something behind-a memory that Therese feels she must pursue. In her pursuit of the remnant, it's the lingering memories of him that bind her to the past, to a connection she can't seem to let go of. Started: June 20, 2025 Finished: - ××× genre: political fiction with hints of enemies-to-lovers and slowburn trope. 🌱🤎🌻

Ashia always felt like she wasn't good enough. This feeling came from a tough childhood where her family didn't give her the attention she needed. So, she tried to get noticed by doing everything: joining every club, winning every contest. She held onto her trophies tightly because they were the only things that made people see her. These wins weren't just about getting a prize; they were her whole world. But then Gio, the smartest guy in her class, seemed to easily take away what she worked so hard for. He didn't physically steal her trophy, but he beat her in a way that felt like he stole her pride. Ashia knew she had to push herself to her limits. She had to get back what felt like hers. But as she fought harder and harder against Gio, a thought started to nag at her: Was she really fighting for the trophy, or was she fighting for something else entirely? Started: June 2, 2025 Ended:

hey crushie! (epistolary) Zaraiah Castiñera had always been careful with her heart, keeping her crush at a safe distance. She measured her words, hesitated over every message, and never let herself get too close. A little hope, a tiny spark of courage, and a simple "hey crushie!" were all she dared to send, nothing more, nothing less. Little did she know, that one "hey crushie!" was the start of a story she never imagined.