Ang pag-ibig ay parang nagsusugal. Pag sigurado kang mahal mo ang tao, ibibigay mo ang lahat. Ang problema dito ay di mo alam kung may maibabalik paba sayo o wala. Maswerte ang nakakakuha ng higit pa sa inaasahan, pero luhaan ang mga sumugal at natalo. Pero ganun paman, tulad ng sugal, kahit walang kasiguraduhan, marami paring umiibig, marami paring sumusugal. Dahil... Baka Sakali... Baka Sakali...

Ang pag-ibig ay parang nagsusugal. Pag sigurado kang mahal mo ang tao, ibibigay mo ang lahat. Ang problema dito ay di mo alam kung may maibabalik paba sayo o wala. Maswerte ang nakakakuha ng higit pa sa inaasahan, pero luhaan ang mga sumugal at natalo. Pero ganun paman, tulad ng sugal, kahit walang kasiguraduhan, marami paring umiibig, marami paring sumusugal. Dahil... Baka Sakali... Baka Sakali... Kaya mo bang sumuko sa pagba baka sakali?

Ang pag-ibig ay parang nagsusugal. Pag sigurado kang mahal mo ang tao, ibibigay mo ang lahat. Ang problema dito ay di mo alam kung may maibabalik paba sayo o wala. Maswerte ang nakakakuha ng higit pa sa inaasahan, pero luhaan ang mga sumugal at natalo. Pero ganun paman, tulad ng sugal, kahit walang kasiguraduhan, marami paring umiibig, marami paring sumusugal. Dahil... Baka Sakali... Baka Sakali... Pero hanggang saan ang pagbabaka sakali mo?

Elevators. Airplanes. Palaman ng Sandwich. Yung feeling na papunta ka pa lang at excited ka pa lang sa pupuntahan mo. Yung feeling na palapit pa lang yung birthday mo. Yung feeling na palapit pa ang isa pang espesyal na araw. Yung feeling na ilang oras na lang ay pasko na. Yung feeling na tatlong araw na lang simula na ulit ng pasukan. Yung feeling na nasa gitna ka pa lang at di ka pa nakakarating. Yung feeling na malapit na pero hindi pa. Yun ang laging gusto ko. Yung nasa gitna pa lang. Yung nasa gitna ka ng dalawang bagay. Gitna ng isang building. Gitna ng langit at lupa. Gitna ng dalawang matatabang tinapay. Gitna ng byahe papuntang disneyland. Mas gusto ko yung feeling tuwing nagbabyahe kesa doon sa nakarating ka na. Mas gusto ko yung feeling na may inaantay ka kesa doon sa nandyan na. I always like the things in between. "You only like things in between, Coreen. You only like the chase... You only want me chasing after you. You don't want to decide... Pero pakiusap naman, magdesisyon ka na, kasi tao rin naman ako, nasasaktan. And you? I don't think nararamdaman mo yung sakit na nararamdaman ko... You are just too heartless."

𝗘𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗲𝘀 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 ＃𝟭 || Infamous as a latecomer, Rainie found herself expelled from her current school due to her unpunctuality. Her seemingly ordinary life began to take a strange turn when she was forced to enroll in an unknown and suspicious institution located in the middle of a forest. She entered as a transferee in Tantei High, advertised to her as a school for extraordinary people. However, before she could even fully understand what was happening, ravels of mystery and conspiracy about her background and identity started lingering around Rainie. Would she be able to bear the truth once she learned that her whole life was built on a tragic lie?

The students of Special Section are dying, one by one. Some say it's a curse, but the transfer student believes that someone is killing her classmates. How can Rhianne stop the killing when anyone can be the killer? Will she be able to find the killer before the killer finds her? *** When Rhianne transferred schools and became a part of Special Section, she thought she belonged to the best. But one day, everything started to crumble down. Their teacher left, attitudes have changed, and a curse has been causing their classmates to die. At this point, anyone can be considered as the killer-the person whom you considered as a friend might actually be the one who would stab you to death. Can the group of Rhianne be able to find the truth and catch the killer before it's too late? DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish.

Marriage is normally one's happily ever after in the movies, but for Aemie Ferrer-Roswell, it's just the start of a seemingly unending adventure. Can this sweet Barbie-loving airhead continue to survive the life of being wife to a Mafia boss? *** Many things changed after Aemie Ferrer became Ezekiel Roswell's wife. With the might of Yaji and Roswells combined, things should have become smooth sailing for Baby Ae and her Dong--or at least, that's what everyone thought. But with lies, secrets and betrayals constantly plaguing the two, no one knows who to trust. This time, the silly and ditzy Aemie must step up to protect everyone and everything she cherishes--including the man she loves. Will they win and overcome this battle again? Or is it the perfect time for them to accept that Mafia stories have no happy endings? DISCLAIMER: This story is in Taglish COVER DESIGNER: Rayne Mariano

Si Girl - may pagka-childish, slowpoke, exaggerated mag-isip, accident prone, sweet, mabait, super friendly, hindi nauubusan ng energy, positive thinker pag dating sa mga problema. Si Guy - mature, seryoso, hindi ngumingiti, bossy, masungit, snob, magaling mag-handle ng mga bagay, a perfect decision maker, hindi nakikipag-kaibigan, lahat tinuturing nyang competitors/kaaway. What if magtagpo ang landas nilang dalawa? At magkaroon ng biglaang kasal dahil sa di inaasahang pangyayari? Are they going to prove na total opposite attracts? O maghihiwalay din sila in the end? paano pakikisamahan ni girl ang asawa nyang mafia boss? matagalan kaya ng isang mafia boss ang asawa nyang slow? Let's see..

She is Ariela Davis, an ordinary girl with an ordinary life. Pero dahil sa isang insidente kinailangan niyang lumipat sa bagong school sa gitna ng kanyang Senior year. Sa isang MAGIC SCHOOL kung saan dating nagtuturo ang kanyang Lola. This story is about magic, adventure, fantasy and romance. Welcome to CHARM ACADEMY: SCHOOL OF MAGIC. Where every charm is power. Written by: april_avery COMPLETED 11/09/13 to 10/03/14 All Rights Reserved 2014 Trailer made by COLILAY

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