Ten missing teenagers. One house. One hundred cameras. A strange live broadcast suddenly went viral in all social media websites. What makes it strange? It is the live broadcast of the missing teenagers trapped and being secretly filmed inside a mansion── wherein the psycho house owner dangerously plays DOLLHOUSE with them on a next level. 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗗. Date Started: September 14, 2019 Date Ended: January 30, 2020 Published under Pop Fiction - Cloak DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish.

(COMPLETED) Arken Zaviere is the definition of a perfect mayor, he was the savior of Caloocan City. Aside from being strikingly handsome and intelligent, he was also known for being a competent mayor for providing the needs of everyone... saving every family from poverty, providing jobs for the jobless people, and giving college scholarships. Jonalyn 'Ayen' Macarios admired him ever since he became the mayor. Mayor Arken Zaviere is beyond perfect in her eyes until that ill-fated night... when she saw Mayor Arken Zaviere's dark nature.

What H wants, H gets. And Camilla is not an exception. Montemayor Saga [ complete ] [ old story reposted ]

He's as loyal as a dog who follows her around, but that was before she gave him up. Arkanghel, the charming high school boy who taught Sussie's young heart to love and gave her her first kiss, is now a massive company's cold and arrogant CEO. And aside from being unreachable now... Arkanghel detests her to boot. South Boys #1 JFSTORIES

18+ | ON HOLD BECAUSE IT'S ABOUT TO GET REALLY DEPRESSING AND I'M NOT READY *** May 2nd, 1998. Oakland, California. Nova Deville attends her Father's political rally to show her support for his Mayoral Campaign. When a group of young, masked 'outlaws' crash the rally to speak out against Deville's corruption, Nova gets wrapped up in their passion and ends up aiding them in their escape. After helping this mysterious group of leather and lace, she slowly gets sucked into their world of sex, drugs and rock n' roll. One member of the group stands out to her; Harry Dawson. He's cold, reckless, brutally honest and wants nothing to do with her. But, Harry becomes the least of her problems when a brutal murder rocks the town and tensions rise in the already politically segregated community. But, it doesn't stop at one. When the murderer starts making victims of Nova's very own social circle, she can't help but think that this killer is closer to her than she thinks and she can't trust anyone. *** "Fuck, Nova, please touch me. I fucking hate myself for this, but you're making me so desperate, please," Harry falls apart in front of me, whimpering and moaning at the words tumbling out of his own mouth. I start to reach out my hand, ready to touch him for the very first time, and he moans out in anticipation from my slight movement, eyes trained on my delicate fingers. And then, the sound of shattering glass and a loud thud pierces the air from downstairs. I go completely still. "No, don't stop, Nova..." He whines at me and wraps his own hand around himself to relieve some tension. I ignore his pleas and grab my gun from off my nightstand, ready to handle whatever the fuck is going on downstairs now. "Wait here for me," I grab his wrist, pulling his hand out of his lap and throwing it back against my headboard roughly, "and no touching." *** Started: December 12th, 2021

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

You really think you know the full story? You may think you do, but you don't. There's a fine line between love and hate, of course there is... there always is. You can be two things at once, can't you? Can you love two people at once? Do you even know who you are? Or who you want to be? Or maybe this, who you are right know is exactly who you are supposed to be. ⚠️WARNING BEFORE YOU READ THIS STORY⚠️: This story contains some content that some people may be uncomfortable with. This is just me warning you all because I stopped putting TW's after like chapter eight!! :) This story talks about and has - eating disorders - alcohol - drugs - violence - cursing/swearing - sexual assault/ talk of a previous r*pe - homophobia Just know in advance that this story is Mature for a reason, please don't attack me okay LOL😭😭 I do not own any of the songs used in this story. All credit goes to the owners. #1 in punk! 8/19/22 #1 in gossip! 10/6/22 #1 in New York 4/28/23

Three things. A boy who loves to piss her off. A girl who loves to annoy him. And them understanding what it's like to feel love, while being scared of it at the same time [I flick his forehead with my pointer finger, "You're an ass," He leans down further near my ear so only I can hear him. "Y'know you're kinda cute when you're pissed."]

"𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵,"𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘴. 𝘈 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦," 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳 ,"𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦." Billie Fields and her band girlcrush must share a stage with alternative's notorious band Grand Motel for a summer long tour. Little does she know that the lead singer Ezra Moore is worse than the tabloids make him out to be. While this is just another gig for Grand Motel, girlcrush's continued popularity is riding on the success of this tour. Can the two stubborn singers make it through the summer without tearing each other apart? 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃: 09/17/21 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃: 03/18/22 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: #1 in Rivals #1 in Rivalry #1 in Rockstar #1 in Bad Reputation #1 in Band Members #1 in Enemies with Benefits #1 in On Tour #1 in Band #1 in Bands #3 in Addiction #3 in Celebrity #3 in Enemies to Lovers #3 in New #6 in Singer #9 in Music #10 in Slow Burn

#1 in boyfriend (um what? Am I dreaming?) "Oh kid," he laughs and walks closer to me. He doesn't get close enough to stand between my legs, but his thighs still brush my shins. "Maybe you'll be able to pay better attention if you get used to this," he says, casting a small glance down to his exposed torso. I doubt it. Roman is Sadie's childhood crush. And the brother of her best friend, Naomi. For years she has hidden her feeling for him because you just aren't allowed to be in love with your best friend's brother. When they all come home for Thanksgiving break, Sadie and Naomi are transported back to their high school years of sleepovers, blanket forts, and exchanging secrets. But for Sadie, this means hiding her feelings for Naomi's brother just like she had for all of high school, but now that she's older and more mature, will her affections for him dissipate, or will she realize that there was no way she could ever hide her feelings from him or her best friend?