The saddest thing in the world is loving someone who used to love you. Yes, I still love him, still thinking about him. His face, his laugh, his love. Pero yung thought na ayaw na niya sa 'yo? It feels like your heart is getting ripped out and stomped on, and then someone is trying to pry open your chest to put it back. It makes your stomach hurt, like it's nauseous. You feel like life isn't even worth living anymore, but you know you can't die, just in case that person wants you back. But what if hindi na? habang buhay ka na lang bang aasa? habang buhay ka na lang bang maghihintay sa kanya? O uumpisahan mo nang kalimutan siya at magmahal ng iba?

Gaya ng isang kanta, parang isang linggong pag-ibig kita. Lunes ng unang magtagpo ang ating mga mata, Martes ng mapadalas ang lingon ko upang masilayan ka. Miyerkules, umaasa na sana... sana kaklase parin kita. Nang sumapit ang Huwebes ay muling humanga ang aking mga mata. Biyernes nang masapo ko ang dibdib at nasabing parang iba na... Sabado, doon ko nakitang nagmahal ka ng iba... At pagsapit ng linggo... Naging masaya kayong dalawa... (Seven Days Sequel)

You can read this as a standalone story! WARNING: If your humor doesn't match with the characters' humor in this story, please quit reading immediately! Darkkon is not the typical cold male lead! Thank you! ... Sartori #4 "Darkkon. . . got aroused for me." Darkkon, the eldest of them four. Protective. Manipulative. Addictive. Aggressive. Possessive. Obsessive. His beast got aroused and became a psychotic stalker the moment he saw her, touched her skin, heard her voice, smell her scent, and even tasted her. Everything about her got him desperate to make her his even if it means his downfall. . . . Mature Content Warning: R18+

Warning: SPG|R-18|MATURED CONTENT Isabella Fontanilla, A 25 years old fresh graduate, heiress of the Fontanilla Empire got kicked out on her own house, because of her evil aunt. She had nowhere to go except the address given by the maid, unfortunately she even lost it. A College student found her and offer to help her. There he would meet a handsome man named Jyrelle Vraxx Clemente and started to feel strange sensation. A dangerous one. They formed a physical relationship. A man who avoided the feeling of being in love. Are they going to step up or would just let the strange feeling go away?

Warning: SPG|R-18|MATURED CONTENT Started: 08|March|2021 Ended: 19|March|2021

Still haunted by her traumatic past, Kalisz Roman finds it hard to trust the people around her. But when her heart starts to beat for someone she just met, can she finally overcome her fears and start anew? *** Running away from her traumatic past, Kalisz Roman tries her best to live normally by working as an editor. She often secludes herself and dresses up like a grandma to take away others' attention. But when the need to leave the place she's staying in arises, Kalisz contacts her friend, who offers her a place to live. There, she meets Kronack Crown, the guy who suddenly makes her heart beat fast. Kalisz knows she's not supposed to fall for him, let alone trust him, but she keeps finding herself drawn to him. When she thinks she's finally living happily, her past suddenly crawls back, scaring her to the core. Afraid to trust again, can Kalisz finally choose to face her fears and fight the demons clouding her thoughts? Or will she leave everything behind again and hide, even if it means breaking her heart? DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish. COVER DESIGN: Rayne Mariano

"What would you like me to play; The violin or your pussy?" • • • He lived on the street. They called him a tramp. He slept with trash and found his meals in the garbage. Nobody knew who he was. Melody knew the moment she met him, something about him was off. Something about him was missing. Impassive and unpredictable, he always lurked around, his hulking figure a wandering question mark on the streets of New York. But give him a violin and watch him play...

"You want me to be a genius or do you want me to fuck you?" • • • The Alexandrettia is the finest school in the state, known for producing the smartest, and most talented kids in America. 21 year old keen painter Mia Hanson managed to get a spot. She worked her whole life to get inside, to see the hallowed halls her biggest idols once walked through. But those very same halls gets vandalized one wild night, and the person responsible gets sentenced to do community service, working as a janitor to clean up his mess. With his brooding eyes, filthy mouth and body covered up in ink, Eli the type of guy you run away from; The type who only lives for the trouble; The type you just know packs a brain the size of a peanut. But when one of Fermat's biggest unsolved mathematical problems gets solved by an unknown source, rumors start as to who and where this genius might be... Well: Three guesses who?

"We could be more than just friends, Soph." • • • He was a player with the brain of a genius. She was his best friend, the only one who could resist his charm. And yet... - Hold on to your panties, because a genius is loose.

Escaping from his responsibilities as a future duke, Terron Dashwood moves to the Philippines, hoping to live a simple and humble life. But when he crosses paths with Eva and discovers her true identity, Terron starts questioning what simple really means. *** Hoping for a simple life, future duke Terron Dashwood leaves his family in Italy and moves to the Philippines alone. There, he meets Eva Galanis, a sari-sari store and barbecue place owner who often treats him as a baggage boy. Knowing that he will return to Italy one day to face his responsibilities, Terron firmly believes that his relationship with Eva is mere friendship and nothing more-but his friends think otherwise. With a deadline for him to return home and a death threat looming around, can Terron fight for his feelings for Eva despite the odds? Or will the complicated past that their families share only bring them further apart? Disclaimer: This story is written in Taglish, a combination of Tagalog & English. Cover Design by Regina Dionela