Fate doesn't ask you what you want. Fate knows what is best even if you don't. Fate...is what we have done. Fate binds you to a magical spell called "love".

To: Rush Dela Vega Subject: I Hate You Dear Boss Bastard, No. I don't like sitting beside you or even being near you. Kaya tigilan mo na ang pagpapalapit lagi sa'kin dahil ayoko sa'yo. I'd willingly do anything you say if you ask me nicely. Jusko! Magpapamisa pa ako kapag nagsabi ka ng 'please' at 'thank you'. O kapag naglabas ka ng kahit anong positive words d'yan sa bibig mo. Gosh. Sana mai-send ko sa'yo ang mga emails na 'to just to see a shocked look on your face. Pero dahil kailangan ko pa ng trabahong 'to. Hindi na muna. 'Pag magre-resign na lang siguro ako. From Mavis, with Hate P.S. I hate that you look even more tempting and sinfully hot today. You smell better too. Nakakapanggigil kang amuyin. Shit. I hate you. Really! Right?

Part 1 [COMPLETED] Part 2 [COMPLETED] "Nang dahil sa facebook nagsimula ang salitang tayo." An Epistolary Novel Highest Rank: #39 in Short story #279 in Humor #2 in chatserye

Find out who am I. [ e p i s t o l a r y ]

✔Completed Hi. Ako yung nakilala mo sa Omegle. Dati. (A Text Story) (Highest Rank: #15 in Teen Fiction) Omegle is a site where you can talk to a random stranger which you share a common interest with. That's where they met. Scratch that, that's where they met 2 years ago. It was 3 am... where most people are sound asleep, Czaria is wide awake, scrolling through her contacts when she saw his name, "Future Doctor." Out of boredom, she decided to text him a simple hi. Knowing he wouldnt reply because the last time they talked, he was off to London for his residency. And that was 2 years ago. But something unexpected happened. He replied. Now what?

an epistolary

Drunk messages & broken hearts