An Epistolary Story. "I'm so tired of people asking me my favorite color and my freaking height and everything basic about me! Talking stage is more tiring than working out!" -Heidi Carreon in her drunken state. Start: Feb 2022 Finish: March 2022

She is a well-known actress. She knows how to act, and to fake her emotions, even her civil status. Who would have thought that she is already married to a man she hasn't even met? Who would have thought that Amanda Lopez is already a Larrazabal? She is wise. But, her future ex-husband is way wiser. What will Amanda do when she found herself running to Diego with the plan of getting rid of him, but eventually ended up wanting her 'future ex-husband' for the rest of her life? Would the fate allow them to be together forever? When just like the sunset, just when everything seemed to be so calm and peaceful, their not-so-fake relationship is bound to end. STATUS: Completed

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After years of being a supermodel, Olivia Fornari decided to walk away from the industry. From all the fame, success, and gossip. From being a famous supermodel, she decided to try something new, to explore herself and discover the other things that she is capable of doing... that's why when she found that Archean Fibonacci, the CEO and Editor in Chief of a huge and successful publishing company is hiring a new secretary, she decided to go for it. Olivia Fornari never in a million years thought that he would fall for her dull and grumpy boss. She wasn't even her type. Grumpy and dull guys never really fit her taste. She prefers men with an oozing sense of humor. But when love hits, no one will have the power to resist. It was all fun games until the present becomes the past, and the relationship that seems so perfect begins to slowly collapse. When something so beautiful and so perfect gets tainted by one flaw, will it still be worth it to stay? To stay and save a relationship that is slowly ruining both of you in the process?

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.

they met again. one who ignored a vow, one who kept his promise. will he be able to hush her independent heart with his sweet lullabies? Hushed Lullabies an epistolary by Kiy

Rosabella Nataline swore to keep off dating when she got her heart broken two years ago. She kept herself protected and bound by a rule she established. It was absolute and unbreakable. Until he came. Unannounced. Secretly loving her in a safe distance. Secretly Yours - an epistolary novel Completed (2024).

A place where everything is mysterious, enchanting, bloody, and shitty. Entering is the other way of suicidal. Just one wrong move and everything will blur. A lot of secrets are being hid. Not the typical school to have fun. Death is everywhere. Bad, worse, worst, monster and evil are scattered. Must shut your mouth, never against to anyone. "Once you enter, there's no turning back." Never trust your curiosity, it could just drive you straight to hell. WELCOME TO HELL UNIVERSITY! --**-- Date Started: February 8, 2016 Date Finished: August 17, 2016. Mystery/Thriller/Teen-Fiction Book Cover by PixyGoddess

Jakob Laurent was an intensely quiet, no-nonsense type of man. Callan Grant was a sweet, slightly eccentric, small-business owner. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Callan needed to take some extra security precautions, but she could have never predicted that it would come in the form of a tall, brooding, and unbelievably stunning man. A stalker, a bodyguard, three iced lattes per day, and a heap of loungewear. Didn't that sound like the start of something wonderful? ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

The cold man fell in love with the kind girl because he knew that she deserved the world and that he wanted to be the one who gave it to her. ♡ Alette Faye was a sweet girl. She was exceptionally kind and had an air of simplicity. Between her part-time job at the bakery, her classes, her time spent tending to her flowers and walking in the fields, she didn't get the opportunity to experience much. Her past created fears in her that she seemingly couldn't overcome, and then she met him. For when she meets him, she should have run away in fear, but she stayed. She stayed and she opened her big heart for a man who found his heart, just for her. ♡ This story is a little cliché, a lot unedited, and super simple.