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?

[Last of LOYAL HEARTS ] Abuse. Neglection. Independence. Malaki ang epekto sa buhay ng isang tao kapag lumaki sa kapaligirang hindi inaambunan ng pagmamahal. Love composes almost the whole percentage of life in general. Love in any kinds. Along in growing up is a discernment that you're not capable of the platitude affection. Ngunit sa paggising mo isang araw kung saan napagtanto mo ang isang bagay na inaakala mong hindi mo mararamdaman kahit kailan, isang pag-unawa ang pilit kumakain sa isip. And it is thinking that you don't deserve it. You don't deserve reciprocated feelings. Because you also grew up with the thought that you don't deserve the beautiful things. Nang makilala ni Davina si Jaxon, she knew her heart's at stake. Slowly, she let herself be engulfed with his attention. Dapat sa kanya lang ang malasakit ni Jax. She should be at the receiving end of his care and residual affection but love. She wants to hold him prisoner. A committed relationship, emotional issues and life status; Ito ang mga pader na nagbubukod sa kanila. The ones keeping them on the other side of each other. The reasons that resolved to her forbearing. But also became the backwash of their destruction. Both friendship and love. The wall thickens. It stands even higher as the conflict of the past is haunting. This time, Davina is the willing one to break those walls and go across the other side. To his side. Once again. Iyon ay kung tatanggapin pa siya muli nito.

WHILE ON THE OTHER SIDE EPILOGUE JAXON AVERELL Z. MONTERO

Merong iba't-ibang paraan ang mga tao para makatakas sa reyalidad. Yung iba nagbabasa ng libro, nanonood ng mga drama sa tv, nakikinig ng music. Meron namang nagsusulat, nag d-drawing, nag p-paint, at nag co-compose ng kanta. Pero si Angelique, ang paraan niya ng pagtakas sa reyalidad ay tuwing nananaginip siya. Dahil meron siyang ibang kakayahan. Ang kakayahan na kontrolin at i-manipulate ang sarili niyang panaginip.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

𝗘𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗲𝘀 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 ＃𝟮 || As the next head of the Shinigami tribe, Rielle was given a mission to infiltrate their archenemy's base, Tantei High, in search of any information about the legendary seventh sense. Her animosity toward the Senshins made it hard for her to get closer to her goal, and worse, Hideo, the heir to the Senshin's tribe seat of power, had already deemed Rielle suspicious. But as she spent more time with the Senshins, she had began questioning the beliefs and principles she had adhered to for a long time. Trapped between her responsibility as an heir, and her personal feelings, Rielle must choose the side she'd stay with.

Having enhanced senses cannot help one earn a living. A useless special ability--or at least, that's what Shia Sheridan believes. But when she is caught for a crime she did not commit, this useless ability saves her, leading her to enroll in Titan Academy, the very place she hates with a passion. *** Titan Academy is an esteemed school where students train to improve their special abilities. However, for seventeen-year-old village girl Shia Sheridan, it's nothing more than a despicable place where wealth speaks the loudest. Fate plays a joke on her when her best friend, Lucas, becomes part of a crime committed within the academy, and owning that crime in his stead leads Shia to the headmaster and principal, who then offers her a proposal she dare not refuse--in exchange for her freedom, she must become one of the special group of students joining the annual survival game called Linus Cup. Now, not only is she fighting for a spot she did not want in the very academy she hated, but also for her dear life as well. Can Shia survive till the end? STATUS: Published under Summit Media - Cloak Pop Fiction DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish COVER DESIGN BY: Rayne Mariano