stand alone complete [unedited] To quote someone, no one can teach you how to write-because life is the one who would teach you how to pen the beginning, climax, and end of your story-but what if you don't like how life writes it? Athanacia Norainne Samonte only has one goal in life-to write until she's out of breath. She loves writing, as much as how the sun always shine after the night has fallen back to slumber. Kaya naman nang makita ang oportunidad na maging script writer ng isang student director na si Kiran Conjuanco-she did her best to be the only option that Kiran could consider. He was her stimulus to write better so he could only set his eyes on her written crafts. Yet, writing was never easy. In this economy, she has a lot to consider when it comes to pursuing passion over practicality. She has to brace herself from the criticisms that barks and bites her whenever they can. She has to see that she's never going to be the best writer-because there will always be someone who writes better. She has to accept that sometimes writing. . .isn't just writing. When life gives her a script that should have been shelved, can Nacia act off script from this film turning into tragedy?

As she navigates the turbulent journey of self-discovery, Wednesday Denise learns that true freedom comes from within. She realizes that letting go of toxic relationships and embracing her own desires is not only necessary but empowering. *** Wednesday Denise's life is a constant struggle to win the approval of her indifferent parents. Despite the obligations she never asked for as the eldest, she can't bring herself to abandon her family. As a founding member of the Anagapesism band, her dreams take a turn when she leaves the group to pursue a nursing career, wanting to find a solid route that will eventually validate her. Having North Barrinuevo beside her, offering her the support and understanding she's been yearning for, is a blessing, as she discovers her voice, the importance of self-love, and the courage to break free from the chains of expectation. DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish. COVER DESIGN: Louise De Ramos

❗️this story was created by @exobubz.❗️ Chanyeol wanted a divorce. Baekhyun asked for a week.

They are going so well. Chanyeol spends every day seeing the light sparkle in Baekhyun's eyes and watching the love of his life return to his old self. He doesn't think anything can happen to Baekhyun, or come in between them, especially when he promises himself he will let nothing hurt Baekhyun ever again. Especially when he sees that the way Baekhyun looks at him is different from the way Baekhyun looks at everyone else. "Do you love me?" He asks. Baekhyun opens his mouth, but he never has the chance to answer. "Baekkie?" Joo-hyung returns, and this time, it is for a completely different reason.

Baekhyun and Chanyeol hate each other's guts. It's the start of a new college year, with hormones flying and emotions sinking, with idiots roaming and jerks slinkering. Chanyeol prays that he will survive the year, hopes that he can get closer with a certain guy he's had a crush on since forever. But what he wishes above anything else is that he doesn't get roomed with Baekhyun. However, scenarios can appear deceiving and things never go as planned. What happens when Chanyeol finds a certain Byun Baekhyun stumbling on his door, horny and drunk and smelling of sex? Why, nothing, of course. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- IMPORTANT! I do NOT allow reposts of this fic, and any of my fics, on any other platform. Please do not entertain reposters. I do NOT allow PDFs of this fic, and any of my fics, to be made and/or distributed around. Please respect my wishes and read online. I have made it public for all to see and criticize, and I hope you can support me by reading it here. Let me know of any PDF makers and spreaders, and let them know of my wishes please! Please message me on any reposters, problems with translations, PDF spreaders ... etc. Thank you so much!

Started: 04/27/2021 Ended: 08/24/2021 Ang hirap palang tumanda. Ang hirap magbayad ng bills. Ang hirap suportahan ng pamilyang akala ay isang milyon ang suweldo mo. Ang hirap ngumiti sa nanay na mataas ang tingin sa'yo pero hindi ka kayang ipagtanggol. Ang hirap tabihan sa hapagkainan ng tatay na pinag-uubusan mo ng pera pero hindi ka maalala. Ang hirap mag-abot ng tulong sa kapatid na baon sa utang. Ang hirap intindihin ng hipag na nakakapagpa-rebond pa kahit kapos na kapos na. Ang hirap pakisamahan ng bunsong halos ilahad ang mga palad tuwing makikita ka. Ang hirap ngitian ng mga taong tanong nang tanong kung bakit hindi ka pa nakakapag-asawa. Ang hirap humarap sa mundong isasampal sa'yo na mag-isa ka. Tulong, bigay, utang. Isang iling mo lang, madamot ka na. Kasama mo sila kapag may maibibigay ka, pero hindi mo sila mahahanap kapag wala na. Ikaw ang kakayod, sila ang tutuka. Ikaw ang iiyak sa pagod, sila ang magtatamasa. Iyon ang summary ng buhay ko. Sobra-sobra ang naririnig na paghingi, kulang na kulang ang naririnig na pasasalamat. Sobra-sobra ang pagpapasensya, kulang na kulang ang natatanggap na pagpapahalaga. Sobra-sobra ang binabayaran, kulang na kulang sa kasiyahan. Kaya nang dumating sa buhay ko ang nag-iisang lalaking hindi ako nakita bilang naglalakad na alkansya, ang nag-iisang lalaking nakinig sa mahabang listahan ko ng problema, ang nag-iisang lalaking nagbigay sa akin ng kakaibang saya, ipinangako ko sa sarili na sa gitna ng hirap ng pagtanda, magtitiis ako basta't siya ang kasama. Kahit pa ang kapalit noon ay pagtalikod sa minahal na pamilya. Kahit pa ang kapalit noon ay paglaban sa mundong pinatatakbo ng kapangyarihan at pera. Kahit pa ang kapalit noon ay ang pagdurusa't pag-iisa. Siya ang ginhawa, pahinga, at kasiyahan ko. Dumating man ang araw na tanaw ko na ang dulo. Dumating man ang araw na wala na kaming sagot sa lahat ng bakit at paano. Dumating man ang araw na pareho na kaming talo.

THE LOSERS' CLUB SERIES 3 In need of juicy news for her online publication, the struggling journalism student, Millicent Rae Velasco, was forced to interview the intimidating student council president of their university, Juancho Alas Montero. But, not wanting to be the subject of rumors, he rejected her instantly. So, paano siya? Paano ang last requirement niya bago maka-graduate? Si Juancho ang iniatas sa kanya ng isinusumpa niyang prof na gawan ng profile article! Isa pa, dito na lang siya makakabawi! Kailangan niya pang higitin mula sa dulo ng impyerno ang grades niya! Being in a hopeless predicament, she ended up chasing after him. She hid behind the bookshelves where he was studying, memorized his schedule by heart, and talked to him straight on when she could. She only had one goal---write an article about him. Nothing more, nothing less. But life had a lot of things in store for her. Because through the glances she'd stolen, she picked up the sharp fragments of his life. Through the hidden smiles, she unraveled the content of his heart. And through the pages she'd written, she caught herself falling in love with him.

Filimon Sides #1: The Goodbye Girl ▬ "Everyone calls me Tree, but most people know me as The Goodbye Girl. In our University, people would pay me to say goodbye on their behalf. Whether it was breaking up with their significant other, turning down suitors, cutting people off, or just quitting in general-I was ready to help my clients for a price. Despite some complicated cases, I thought my job was pretty easy. However, this popular student from our university suddenly showed up and asked for my help. . . I thought his case was going to be easy, but he ended becoming my hardest goodbye."

An Epistolary Slasher-Thriller ✉ | Sandra didn't think much of it when her friends wrote down her phone number on a random twenty-peso bill. But when she started receiving ominous messages from an unknown number, that's when her nightmare begins.

New city. New faces. New life. Shari thinks moving to La Bianco will give her the fresh start that she badly craves, but everything seems to remind her of a life she could not even remember.