Hindi dahil naibigay mo na ang lahat ay wala ng kulang. Minsan mas dama pa rin ang isang kulang sa ilang libong meron ka. Ang tanong? Kaya mo bang balikan ang nagiisang kulang sa tila kompleto mo ng buhay? Kung siya din ang dahilan kung bakit hirap ka na mabuo? Ang sagot, 'Oo.' dahil kulang ka kung hindi lang din siya. May pagibig na "...sasamahan ka hanggang sa huli." at hindi ka iiwan "Kahit Kailan"

Nakakabagot ang buhay. Lalo na pag papasok ka nang school, kakain, humiga sa pera, maligo sa puri, mamili ng babae, at matulog. Paulit-ulit lahat araw-araw. Lahat nalaro mo na, poker hanggang pag-ibig naipanalo mo na. Kung sana may pwedeng paglaruan. Yung unique. Yung nakakatuwa. Nang dumating siya sa buhay ko, natuwa ako kasi pinaglaruan ko siya. Humingi siya ng pabor. Binigay ko. Nagpaturo siya. Tinuruan ko. Humingi siya ng masasandalan. Binigay ko. Kasi nakakatuwa siya! Pero habang tumatagal, bakit siya na yung natutuwa at ako na pinaglalaruan? Hate. Lies. Temptations. Betrayal. Pain. Love. All in one. Training To Love.

Cute and innocent, Desa Franco musters up her courage to confess her feelings for bad boy tattoo artist Baron Medel. When he unexpectedly gives their relationship a shot, can they continue to fight for their love even if everyone around them seems to break them apart? *** For the longest time, Desiree Claud Franco is smitten with tattoo artist Baron Medel. He is a bad boy with a good-for-nothing reputation, while she is the innocent one. Despite being complete opposites, Desa can't get him off her mind. So when Baron finally agrees to be with her, Desa is beyond ecstatic. Her dream of becoming his girl is finally happening-but it comes with a twist. They must keep their relationship a secret, or else her family might break them apart. With the numerous obstacles that keep getting their way, can Baron and Desa survive the odds? Disclaimer: This story is written in Taglish, a combination of Tagalog & English. Cover Design by Regina Dionela.

What if the one you love is also the one you were trained to kill? There's a thin line between Love and Hate and it has never been this literal. "I want to torture you. I want to make you crazy for me. I want you in the middle of the street, screaming to the heavens, I want you unable to breathe, unable to think, unable to see." he is now dangerously close to me and I couldn't breathe. I felt his lips grazed my cheek and I shivered. "I want you.. to want me."