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I Love You Since 1892 by UndeniablyGorgeous
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Published book, series and now a Wattpad Original. Read the original story or watch new episodes weekly only on VivaOne. Hindi intensiyon ni Carmela Isabella ang umibig, lalo na sa taong 1892. Mula sa taong 2016 ay mapupunta siya sa nakaraan nang may isang misyon: huwag hayaang umibig sa kanya si Juanito Alfonso, ang anak ng kilalang gobernadorcillo at ang lalaking nakatakda niyang makaisang-dibdib. *** Palaging kinukuwestiyon ni Carmela Isabella ang mga kuwentong nakabaon sa nakaraan ng kanyang pamilya, ngunit hindi niya akalain na mula sa panahong 2016 ay mapupunta siya sa taong 1892 sa pamamagitan ng isang lumang talaarawan at ang Arch of the Centuries na kanyang nagsilbing portal. Inatasan siya ng isang misteryosong madre upang gawin ang napakahalagang misyon: kailangan niyang mamuhay bilang si Carmelita Montecarlos, ang bunsong anak ng pinakamayamang pamilya sa San Alfonso at siguruhing mapipigilan si Juanito Alfonso--ang nakatakdang mapangasawa ni Carmelita--na umibig sa kanya. Sa nalalapit nilang kasal at sa kasaysayang naghihintay na maisulat muli, ang pag-ibig na hindi naman sinadya upang maranasan ng dalawang inosenteng puso ay muli bang masisilayan pagkalipas ng isang siglo? Book Cover by: LIB Publishing Illustrated (Charcoal Painting) by: Warner Jr. DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish. Started: June 01, 2016 Completed: April 27, 2017
21 Days To Count Your Blessings by ShikiAkira
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Can curiosity kill somebody? . . . . It can't...right?
The Mortuary ➣ BTS by astaetine
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HORROR/THRILLER [BTS FANFIC] mortuary ˈmɔːtjʊəri,-tʃʊ-/ noun a room or building in which dead bodies are kept, for hygienic storage or for examination, until burial or cremation •♛• He had never expected doing his project last minute, with his friends, to happen that way. Now, he was the only one left. He felt hopeless and lost.: I saw my friends floating above me, smiling at me. I smiled back. ❝I'm not crazy.❞ Started in: August 2016 Ended on: 3 December 2016
The Prince Of The PAST by IKenRead
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Noon at ngayon Dalawang magkaibang panahon... Noon at ngayon Pilit pinagtatagpo ng pagkakataon... Hindi man gustuhin Kailangang pilitin... Hindi man damhin Kailangang tanggapin... Noon at Ngayon Sasabayan na lamang ang alon Noon at Ngayon Tatanggapin na lamang ang hamon Ilan sa mga bagay na haharapin ni Kenji at Kenshin Ito kaya ay kanilang kakayanin?
Awakened Casualty: The Prince Of Hell by AberrantChase
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Naranasan mo na ba na mapaglaruan ng tadhana? Ika nga eh mapaglaruan na ng kahit sino wag lang ng tadhana..... Pero Paano kung ang hindi mo pala alam ay ikaw kumokontrol dito. Hawak mo ang oras, ibig sabihin sa di malamang dahilan ay ikaw ang nagpapahirap sa sarili mo. "Ano bang nangyayari?" Hindi yan ang dapat itanong kung hindi ano NGA ba ang NANGYARI... masasagot mo ang mga tanong kapag ikaw ay nagpatuloy ngunit paano kung buong pagkatao mo na pala ang kasinungalingan? Anong gagawin mo? Magpapakain ka nalang ba sa kadiliman? In my mind i keep on replaying, Go put on a smile. I won't get hurt for i'm already numb. Nothing can destroy this Elastic heart of mine, Not even a knife trying to rive it into half. I thought I suffered enough of these vicious games, Sweat, Blood and tears I shed to thee. I never thought I'll keep on taking this pain, Even tho I know it's already been killing me. In darkness a part of me dwell, Not even anyone could tell. In a mask covering the real side of me, Willing to get destroyed, but it's not that easy. As fast as the rain it slowly poured down, What a bitter gift of thee. Blurry eyes, Broken trust, lies and vows, Curse those things, why hold unto me. As the cycle goes on patching up one lie with another, Gracefully it created such illusions in life. It grew on and on and now it's deeper, Just like a stab made by a sharp gauging knife. The clock's now ticking, My time's out running. Life source slowly fading, Am I really close to nothing? I want to let go, i want to move on, Because what's the point of holding still. What'll be the point of what i've been fighting for. When everything I've been through is surreal.