[PUBLISHED under LIB] #1. "If pleading guilty means protecting you, I will."

(R-18) Three years ago, iniwanan ni Kim si Diego. He was her first everything. Her first love. Sa kabila ng lahat, nagawa siya nitong lokohin at ipagpalit sa ibang babae. Akala niya tuluyan na siyang nakalimot. Muli silang nagkita ng binata at hindi maitatanggi na nandoon pa rin ang nararamdaman niya sa dating nobyo. And he still want her. Mahirap na ibalik ang isang relasyong binasag ng isang pagtataksil. Ngunit biglang nangyari ang isang trahedya..

Men are trash--at least that's what Anne believes. But what if this photographer finds herself inexplicably attracted to an obnoxious womanizer who's only supposed to be the subject of her photo exhibit? Can she stick with her views, or will she break her own rule to risk things with him? *** Twenty-six-year-old Anne Alba is a photographer struggling with her career--and she hates men. For her, men are all trash, and it's her golden rule to never engage with them if she can help it. So, when her art director suggested a hack to get her career going--to have a photo exhibit with a male model--she finds herself opposing it. But what Anne didn't expect is that she will find herself inexplicably attracted to the model, Trent DiMarco, an obnoxious womanizer whom she met on the wrong foot. When Trent makes a mistake that requires her forgiveness, she finds herself fantasizing about him... and his punishment. Despite the odds, can she continue to be a man hater? Or will Anne finally take the risk of breaking her own rule? *** Disclaimer: This ONGOING story is in Taglish Cover design: Astrid Jaydee

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

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

Prequel of "I Love You since 1892" Pilit hinahanap ni Aleeza ang mga kasagutan sa mga kakaibang panaginip at pakiramdam na nararanasan niya sa tuwing bumubuhos ang ulan at sa tuwing nakikita niya ang estrangherong naghahatid ng magkahalong saya at lungkot sa kanyang puso: si Nathan. Magagawa kaya nilang maitama ang pagkakamali ng nakaraan upang maiwasan ang trahedyang dulot ng bawal na pag-ibig na nagsimula pa noong una at nagpapatuloy kahit ilang siglo na ang nakalipas? O hanggang sa panahon bang ito ay hindi pa rin nila mababago ang nakasulat sa kanilang kapalaran? A story that will look back from its past and present. Will the lines connect them for the second time around? or Will history repeats itself? [Next: "Bride of Alfonso"] Date Written: May 06, 2017 Date Finished: November 12, 2017

"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.