Published under Pop Fiction (2014)

Published under Summit Pop Fiction (English, P175). Grab a copy now!

When we feel too much, we rhyme. | Poems in Filipino and English. Collection.

Ang buhay ni Harvey, tahimik at bahagyang hindi makatotohanan. Seven years old lang kasi siya sa paningin ng Mama niya kaya araw-araw ay may bimpo siya sa likod, may baon siyang juice jug at animal-shaped cookies, at bago matulog ay umiinom ng malaking baso ng gatas. Higit sa lahat, Harry ang tawag sa kanya ng ina-as in Prince Harry. Isang gabi ay kumatok sa bintana at sa buhay niya ang runaway na si Charley-makulay ang buhok, bully, at sa loob lang ng ilang minuto ay naangkin ang kuwarto niya. Ayaw niya rito. But they both have secrets to uncover and pains to deal with. At kalaunan, gusto yata nilang paghilumin ang isa't isa. | New Adult

Lyra is a dreamer. As a college student, she is filled with aspirations and desires, determined to make the most of her youth and experience all that life has to offer. One day, she meets Richard, the handsome grandson of the owner of the most prestigious university in the country. Despite their differences in almost everything, the two eventually fall in love. But Lyra has a list of impossible wishes that she feels must be completed before she can be in a relationship. She wants to catch a falling star, taste snow in the Philippines, experience the life of Cinderella, and say thank you to her deceased father. Determined to make her dreams come true, Richard sets out to fulfill each of these wishes, no matter the cost. Can he succeed in bringing Lyra's impossible dreams to life, or will their love be doomed from the start? My Chinito published under Lifebooks available at your nearest drugstore and hardware store. Season 5 Wattpad Presents TV5

How can you say that he's the one? How can you say that you're MEANT TO BE? Is marriage a guarantee for you to find TRUE LOVE? Tingnan natin sa kwentong ito kung saan mapupunta ang love story nina Anastasia at Christian. ---- Copyright © mynameisLynlee, 2013

A claw of darkness latches onto my hand. It’s veins use my skin as their canvas, weaving intricate patterns up my arm. They poke and prod until they break my skin, mixing with my blood. My body starts to burn with a cold, colder than ice. The black ink freezes into black ice under my skin. I writhe in pain; it is worse than fire.