[This story will become free again on AUGUST 30, 2021] After Natalie escapes death, she finds a silver feather, phone messages from an unknown sender and gets the ability to foresee death. All of which lead her to unlikely love. ***** When Natalie Lacierna wakes up after surviving a freezing death inside an ice factory, she has three curious things in her possession. A silver feather from somewhere and someone she no longer remembers; the ability to foretell deaths and see death gods roaming the Earth; and the memory of someone close to her with whom she used to talk frequently with on her phone. As she puts her life back together, she moves into a rental house owned by Lolo Dimos. At the house, she gets acquainted with Lolo's grandson, Henry, a college professor who looks very familiar but she cannot place. At first, living with Henry is trying - he speaks very little and intimidates her. However, over time, the two become close as they talk about angels, death, humanity, and God. Before long, Natalie falls for the professor. As they get closer, so too does Natalie get to figuring out the mystery of the silver feather and the phone calls from the unknown sender. What she finds is heartbreaking but comes with the glimmer of redemption. After Death is a sequel to the epistolary story, Hello, Death, and supplementary short story, A Walk With Death. DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A FILIPINO LANGUAGE STORY

This is a parallel supplement short story for Hello, Death. READ HELLO, DEATH FIRST. *** I closed my eyes and surrendered to the cold. He will come, right? He will guide me to my death. I don't have to be scared as long as the dumb death god comes for me. - Natalie

Natalie received a message saving her from her demise. The sender is none other than Death himself.

Tagalog/English [PUBLISHED UNDER POP FICTION - 2017]

Epilogue. Ending ng Girlfriend for Hire! Syempre kung hindi mo pa nababasa ang GFFH wag mo munang basahin :)

(COMPLETED) For her, it was always him. For him, it was never her.

(Completed) | No Soft Copy | My name is Nami Shanaia San Jose. And this... is my-- our story.

At night, she pulls her blanket to herself, takes her pen, and remembers every detail in her life. She had a lot to write about her regrets of the past, her doubts of the present, and her worries for her future. She did not want to think, but she still will, mixing all time lines in her head. At dawn, she wakes up, takes her pen, and remembers that she must love herself before she can love anyone. She had a lot to write about the boy who wanted her back after he broke her heart. Even so, she won't, for she has decided that from now on, she will choose herself first. In the morning, she continues to live, takes her pen, and remembers how blessed she is to be loved. She had a lot to write about everything under the sun, including her adventures with the person who loved her dearly. She takes note of all of them, both small and big, until he kisses her and takes her away from the harsh reality. Three different girls with twenty-five tales to tell, all because the universe taught her to love . . . and to write.

Paano gagalaw ang lovestory ng dalawang tao kung si torpe, hindi maamin ang nararamdaman niya kay manhid, at si manhid, hindi maramdaman na mahal siya ni torpe? An ordinary manhid-torpe story. (Completed)

Bakit sabi nila ang love daw parang ulan? Hindi ko pa gets nung una, pero nung dumating ka, alam ko na. (Completed)