Interstice Trilogy #2 "All's fair in love and war." Good thing Aeneid Lezandree Montana only signed up for the latter. Para sa kan'ya, mas maraming unsolicited opinions ang sumisira sa pangarap. Kesyo Literature lang daw ang kurso niya. Kesyo wala raw pera sa pagbabasa ng libro. Kesyo sayang ang talino, "Edi at least matalino?!" Fine. Kung gano'n ang tingin nila sa panitikan, she'll make sure her transcript becomes the plot twist. Bata pa lang, iisa na ang sinusundan niyang kuwento, graduate with Latin honors, earn every scholarship she can. Everything was going according to plan. Hanggang sa may isang epal na dumating at nagkataong pareho rin pala ng major. Yoshiguro Mojano. Literature student, professional instigator, walking nuisance, and the first person capable of matching Aeneid's wit, not to mention his own unbelievable nerve, lalong-lalo na ang kakapalan ng mukha. Kung may debate sa klase, tiyak na sila ang huling matatapos. Ang problema, mas mabilis pa silang magtalo kaysa magpakilala. And because of a series of questionable decisions, they found themselves in an arrangement with no rules, except one: Beat each other in class. Kiss each other after. Disclaimer: story is written in Taglish. Mature contents ahead. Read at your own risk.

Interstice Trilogy #1 There are things that never work the same once they are separated from their other half. Anna Wisteria spent years trying to become someone people couldn't easily dismiss. She learned how to be smart, composed, and dependable. Para sa kan'ya, mahirap magpakita ng kahinaan dahil buong buhay niya ay sinanay siyang patunayan na kaya niya. But somehow, those rules have never applied to Wendell Eliezer, her childhood best friend, the constant source of her frustration, and the only person who always finds a way past her defenses. Simple lang naman dapat, magkaibigan sila simula pagkabata. Yet, college has a funny way of changing things. New people arrive. New feelings get in the way. And for the first time, Wisteria finds herself questioning a relationship she never thought she had to define. After all, paano mo malalaman kung saan nagtatapos ang pagkakaibigan kung matagal nang naging bahagi ng buhay mo ang isang tao? Because no matter how much they try to move forward, there always seems to be an asterisk between them, and perhaps, something waiting to be rewritten. Disclaimer: This story is written in Taglish and contains mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.