17-year-old Nicolae Rodriguez transfers schools with one goal, avoid Ethan Paul Trinidad at all costs. But fate sticks her in the last open slot - Section Lucy, the infamous all-boys class where Ethan rules. Her solution? Become someone else. As "Nikko," she steps into a room full of boys, hoping to stay invisible. It doesn't work. Between dodging pranks and keeping her voice low, Nikko's first day is survival mode. Her only escape is her phone. For months, she's been talking to a stranger from a game app. No faces, no real names - just trust. And feelings she didn't plan on. Now she's living two lives, Nikko in Section Lucy, and Nicole .

She lost her trust in him eight years ago. Now she's back in his arms - as his secretary. Betty Dela Cruz once believed in forever. She believed in Aljun De Guzman even more. They were young, in love, and inseparable in college until one afternoon on the school rooftop changed everything. When Betty caught Shine Fuentes kissing Aljun, her world shattered. He tried to explain. He reached for her, said it wasn't what it looked like. But Betty couldn't hear him over the sound of her own heart breaking. She walked away. He let her go. Betty spent eight years rebuilding herself. No more love. No more Aljun. Just work, walls, and a vow to never beg a man to stay - a lesson she learned at seven years old when her own father left. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Eight years later, Betty walks into Villareal Holdings for a job interview, only to find the CEO chair occupied by the same man who destroyed her: Mr. Aljun De Guzman. Now she's Ms. Dela Cruz, his executive secretary. Professional. Distant. Untouchable. cold, demanding, and unreadable. Except when no one's watching. Forced to work side by side, old wounds reopen and buried truths resurface. A Singapore business trip, a hotel room, and a foot of space between them blur the lines they swore they'd never cross again. Betty wants to keep her walls up. Aljun wants to finally be heard. But trust, once shattered, isn't easily rebuilt. And the past? It never stays buried. Love and rebellion is a story about second chances, stubborn hearts, and the kind of love that refuses to stay in the past - even when you were too hurt to listen the first time. Because sometimes, coming home means going back to the arms of the man who never stopped trying to explain. ---- ©️Itzmeelzya 2026 ALL RIGHT RESERVE.

"Malalaman mo lang na mabait ang isang tao kapag nagdadasal ito." That's what they always say. And Jermaine Enzo Castillo proves it true. He's the man of God everyone knows at Skill Power Institute. Mabait. Matalino. Pogi. Matangkad. President ng Campus Ministry, lector every Sunday, rosary on his wrist, Bible in his bag. He doesn't preach. He doesn't judge. He just lives his faith quietly, consistently, without fail. People call him perfect. Then there's me. An atheist. I don't believe in God. I believe in facts, in science, in things I can touch and prove. I stopped praying the day I realized no one was listening. I win debates, top classes, and question everything especially people like Jermaine. We're total opposites. Fire and water. Faith and doubt. We were never supposed to meet beyond group projects and passing glances. But God or fate, or whatever you want to call it has a sense of humor. He doesn't try to convert me. He doesn't throw verses at me or tell me I'm wrong. He just stays kind. Stays patient. Stays Jermaine. And slowly, I start noticing things. The way he gives without expecting. The way he forgives without keeping score. The way he carries his faith not like a weapon, but like a light. This isn't a story about religion winning an argument. This is a story about a boy who lived his faith so honestly, it made a nonbeliever look up. Because sometimes, you don't find God in a church. Sometimes, you find Him in a person. And sometimes, the most unbelieving heart is the one He sends His best soldier to. He made me believe in God. But first, he made me believe in him

Quenzy Elizabeth Lozaga carries a name that means "pledged to God and joy," but the world only sees the first part of her. To everyone else, she's Quenzy the independent one. The one who doesn't need help. The one who can handle it all alone. So no one asks if she's okay. For months, silence becomes her loudest conversation. The only witness to the weight she carries is the notebook in her hands - pages filled with words she can't say out loud, and a single handwritten word that feels more like a wish than a truth, HAPPINESS. How long can a person go unnoticed when they stop speaking?- In a world that assumes strength means solitude, Quenzy is learning the answer one quiet day at a time. And this is a story about- the space between the name we're given and the pain we hide. About what it means to be seen when everyone assumes you don't need to be. ---