(COMPLETE) Monasterio Book 8: Terrence and Priscilla Priscilla was done looking for the perfect man for her. Sa sobrang pihikan niya pagdating sa lalaki, trenta'y singko na ay nag-iisa pa rin. She got the face and money. Marami naman ang nangliligaw pero hindi niya maintindihan kung bakit ni kaunting spark ay wala siyang maramdaman para sa mga iyon. Maybe because those men who courted her in the past were way younger than her? Ayaw niya sa mas bata sa kaniya. She wanted to have a boyfriend who is years older than her. Naniniwala siyang hindi magiging maganda ang kalalabasan ng relasyon kung mas bata ang lalaki kaysa sa kaniya. Tantrums. Immaturity. Petty fights. Fuck. She hates it. But then, he met the playful Terrence Monasterio. The opposite of everything she likes. Priscilla hates a guy who is younger than her, right? But damn it. She wants him!

A "simple" girl named Marione Santillan will do anything to have a comfortable life. A golddigger who's after the wealth of her boss. Money excites her. Kung pwedeng akitin niya ang boss ay gagawin niya ang lahat mahulog lamang ito sa kanya kaya noong inalok ng tulong ng isa sa mga malapit sa kanyang boss ay hindi na siya tumanggi pa. Sa larangan ng pustahan, may isang mananalo at may isang matatalo. She gambled for the sake of a wealthy life. The gambling chained her from a situation that will scar her heart forever.

The last thing Jiro wanted to do was to fall in love so when he formed an off-center bond with a guy he met during his vacation in Villarreal, he spent his summer days anxiously trying to ascertain his piling up feelings for him. Worried about how people would take homosexuality, Jiro found himself standing between the lines of sweeping his feelings under the rug or going after them.

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THIS IS A BL STORY!

Status: Completed Rain, a sucker for romance stories was content to read someone else's love stories. Truth is, she wasn't planning on falling for anyone other than her favorite fictional characters. But when she met Ace Alvarez, she just found herself yearning for something real... something that books couldn't offer. And that's his eye-roll on her, his arms around her waist, his nose brushing on hers, and his face nuzzling on her neck. She badly wants his last name. She wants everything that makes him. By that, she knows that she's falling hard... but she's mindless of the consequences the moment she gave in to him.

Shielder The two-faced man. SPG | R-18

THE LOSERS' CLUB SERIES #1 Have you ever been so smitten with someone that you were just so grateful they existed? Tipong makita mo lang siya, solved ka na. Kahit hindi mo siya makausap o makasama, inspired na inspired ka. That was the case for Dawn Karsen Navarro, a die-hard fan of a prominent singer and songwriter, Dior Kobe Gallardo. Kahit pa laging General Admission ticket lang ang nabibili niya at halos kasinlaki lang ng gagamba ang natatanaw niya mula sa upuan, marinig niya lang ang boses ng binata, kuntento na siya. So, when luck pulled a trick on her poor heart, she didn't hesitate to take advantage of the opportunity. She went from being in the farthest row to being in the backstage, from seeing only a glimpse of her idol to a face-to-face encounter, and from hearing only a fraction of his life to knowing everything there was to know about him. She had made a lot of progress. But, why did she go back to being seated in the farthest row? Why did she go back to being just a mere fan? After everything they vowed, why did she go back to being a stranger in the midst of the crowd?

(Delilah Series # 3) "You were my father's mistress. How else do you want me to treat you?" Halos matumba ako sa bigat na dumagan sa puso ko dahil sa sinabi niya. Tell him! Tell him the truth. Tell him why you had to do it! Sigaw ng utak ko ngunit hindi naman kayang panindigan ng bibig ko. Tulad na lang ng nakaraan ay wala akong ibang nagawa. I looked at him with pleading eyes. Hoping for him to understand. Begging him to search for the truth himself. "Tell me, Clau or shall I say tell me, Doctor Abigail Claudine Manalo," binabalot ng pait ang bawat pagbigkas niya sa buo kong pangalan. "Did you think of my father while you slept with me? Did you wish it was him beside you while you were in bed with me?" Bumalatay ang sakit at pang-aakusa sa kanyang mga mata. "Did you . . . even love me?" "Ang . . . Ang tagal na no'n, Theo," tanging nasabi ko sa mahinang boses. Napasinghap ako at napatakip sa bibig nang suntukin niya ang pader. Malutong ang sunud-sunod na pagmura niya. Nagtagis ang kanyang bagang. Tiningnan ko ang kamay niya at nahindik sa nakitang dugo na dumaloy mula rito. Sumabay dito ang pagbuhos ng mga luha ko. "T-Theo. . ." Tinitigan niya ang kanyang nagdurugong kamao. Ni isang beses ay hindi niya ako sinulyapan. It was like I wasn't even there. Just him, his anger, and his pain. He turned around and walked away. I wanted so bad to tell him the truth. Pero paano ko gagawin iyon? Paano ko sasabihin sa kanya ang katotohanan kung lalo lang itong ikawawasak ng buhay niya?