are we for Reel or Real? this story is about two female artists Jade and Althea and their feelings for each other, is it Reel? or does it became Real? inspired by TRMD authors note : after I finished watching the whole story of TRMD or the rich mans daughter i quite became interested on the 2, glaiza and rhian and i kind of felt "kilig" with their love team rastro or jathea and since the tv series has been long gone i thought of making a story about Jade and Althea. this is kind of a sequel but not really. this story is purely fan-fiction. hope you enjoy it though. happy reading ! ???

"Why do you have to comeback when i just started rebuilding my life? " "Jade my great love. My joy. My pain "- Althea I am just another fan of TRMD There are a lot of questions going thru my mind while watching the Finale. The characters in this story are so strong that it cannot just end like that. But I like how it went. It was short but has left a lot of curiousity to its audience. What happened to Cathleen? did Althea just walked away like that? Or Did Jade just accepted the fact that Althea will Just be someone from her past...and so I started writing this... My Inspiration: Original Story of Suzzete Doctolero The Rich Man's Daughter -GMA 7 Sharing you my works is a pleasure but please do not copy or reproduce it without my knowledge. "PLAGIARISM is CRUELTY!" - Senseiwan ❤️

If loving someone means that you get to be the person who can hurt them most, would you choose to continue what you feel? Or you'd rather be the one who will save them from suffering, even if it means protecting them from yourself? Who would you choose to be, in the life of someone you love more than anything in the world? DISCLAIMER: This is purely fictional and will only serve as entertainment purposes. It doesn't intend to offend anyone in any way, nor create malice issues. (PS: NOT a professional writer)

When letting you go is the only way. But having you back is the answer.

I'm here to Protect you. This is business only but maybe... This could happen. I love you, but it's painful. It's a burden. I'll find a way to let go of it, but iy will hurt. Trust me. WARNING: Not suitable for people aged 18 below. New Writer here in Wattpad. Please support and if there is anything that I can improve in, please tell me in the comments. 감사합니다 💜

"She's my friend. Nothing more. Probably less." "Sure, I definitely believe that." "It's the truth!" Why didn't she believe me? I couldn't like Her. She was...well...her! Ugh! This is what I got for being too clingy with a girl, people assumed I liked her. Well, I didn't. You wouldn't have believed me either, would you? Of course not. Credits to the author, tzunadamo.

When Desmond Mellow transfers to an elite all-boys high school, he immediately gets a bad impression of his new deskmate, Ivan Moonrich. Gorgeous, mysterious, and menacing, Ivan is exactly what Desmond doesn't need in his life - or so he thinks... ***** After causing trouble in his previous high school, Desmond is struggling to adapt to his new environment at Ivory High and to stop living in the shadow of his perfect older brother. As usual, trouble follows Desmond wherever he goes and nothing is going well. To make matters worse, he seems to have attracted the attention of The Class Prince, aka the infamous Ivan Moonrich. But despite their rocky start, Desmond begins to grow feelings for Ivan, discovering a new side of his identity that he never thought to experience. [[word count: 50,000 - 60,000]] Cover designed by Joe Resch

Everything I want, I will get it "I don't like you but Iove you" "Are you crazy" "I'm crazy for your love" "I want you to go now" "But this is my house" "Emmm...... I hate you!!" "I love you too" 18+ rated for this story

I leaned over the railings of the balcony of the room I'm currently renting. It's on the very top floor, 25th, and the view down below was... fine. I can't seem to compliment a thing worthy of a compliment with the right word no matter how outstanding they seem to be. I guess my past ruined me that my eyes can't see the beauty of one thing no matter how brightly it shines. All the things I see now are blood and violence. Nothing else, if it's not either of the two, then, it is useless to me. Well, there's also one thing. Sex It's a way of release most people yearned for and desperately searched for while I just let it come. It's not like I'll die if I don't have it although I do know that it is a need for me. But, I do not care on whom I get from. The same way I don't care how I get my money. One thing is for sure, my money? It's blood money... and I'm damn proud of it.