LANGUAGE USED: ENGLISH/FILIPINO Queenan is a typical girl but is different from others "You're doomed if you're in love with me" he said "Why? Cause love never ends?" I chuckled "I'm sleepy and I'm already in love with you" I told him and he just chuckled as if he already knew from the beginning "You know everytime I say I love you to you, I mean it, not because you're my bestfriend but because I wanna spend the rest of my life with you" She owns her life, has her own story and owns him too If you wanna know how, let's find out together how Red became Queen's ⚠️🚫 Contains mature themes and suggestive language in a way

LANGUAGE USED: ENGLISH/FILIPINO "Mahal mo ako" taas noong sabi ko habang nakatitig sa mata niya "You're wrong Hazey, it's your body that I missed" "It's not just my body that you missed, it's me" I pointed out I can feel it, he loves me, he still loves me Pero bakit parang ayaw niya akong balikan? ⚠️🚫 Contains mature themes and suggestive language in a way

LANGUAGE USED: ENGLISH/FILIPINO She smiled upon seeing her photos with Tower but her smile turned into a sad one when she saw the girl with blue eyes but is blonde and not a redhead 'That angel's dead' she thought He stared at Tower saka ngumiti "Do you still see a mark of Channy in me?" she whispered "I don't want you to forget her, I just want you to accept that I'm Eiffel" Tinignan niya ang mga litrato at tumulo ang mga luha niya ng makitang ang lawak ng mga ngiti ni Tower sa mga litratong kasama niya ang babaeng minahal niya ng ilang taon "Thank you" she mouthed while looking at the blonde in the phone as tears started falling down her eyes She turned off Tower's phone saka nilaro ang buhok ng binata "I keep fighting voices in my mind that say I'm not enough" she started singing "Every single lie that tells me I will never measure up Am I more than just the sum of every high and every low?" she sobbed "Remind me once again just who I am because I need to know..."

LANGUAGE USED: ENGLISH Storm Lyn was dazzled by the word "Infatuation" that's why she doesn't know the genuine and perfect meaning of Love Because in our generation, No one's not wise enough to know the real and true meaning of it Because we are just depending it from the books we've read and from the movies we've watched. So let's find out together her journey, in Knowing what Love is. Will she be able to differentiate Infatuation from Love? Or will she just continue Knowing what Love is for the rest of her life? ⚠️🚫 Contains mature themes and suggestive language in a way

LANGUAGE USED: ENGLISH/FILIPINO "I cannot give what I do not have Believe me when I say I wanted to ask you to be mine from the day you entered my life. I just couldn't bring myself to do it because I was hurting. You deserve better so I wanted to get better" "Where have you been? I waited for hours," he pouted, and I playfully pinched his cheek. "Breakfast is ready," I smiled. "Lay beside me. Let me sleep for a while, then wake me up. I don't like waking up without you," he commanded. He's crazy He's used to waking up because I usually wake him to eat. "Bossy." "I can't believe I fell in love with an old pig," I mumbled, making him wrap his arms around my waist tightly "I know you don't date boys. You're into individuals like me," he said smugly, a touch of irritation in his voice. It made me laugh. "By the way, just because I said I love you doesn't mean I'm yours already," I rolled my eyes at him. Plagiarism is a crime

LANGUAGE USED: ENGLISH/FILIPINO "I thought getting pregnant after having a one night stand with a total stranger only exists in books and movies How cliché can my life get? Kala ko pa naman unique ang magiging flow ng buhay ko, what a shame And now I'm laying in bed with the father of my unborn child, what a Wonderful Mistake"- Winona Bridget ⚠️🚫 Contains mature themes

LANGUAGE USED: FILIPINO In the dimly lit room, our entangled bodies danced a silent ballet, each movement a brushstroke of desire against the canvas of our souls. His form eclipsed mine, a silhouette of passion against the moonlit backdrop. With a delicate urgency, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, the world outside melting away as our lips became the ink to a passionate script. Our kiss was a symphony of longing, my tongue an explorer of uncharted territories within the cavern of his mouth. I have never felt this desire before. My fingers, like artists' brushes, caressed the locks of his hair, each strand a testament to the electric connection between us. A crescendo of sensations coursed through my body, an ache to explore his essence. My fingertips itched to trace every contour, to map the geography of his skin with tactile poetry. His breath, warm against my ear, echoed the heartbeat of a tempestuous sonnet. With every whispered caress, he navigated from my lips to the uncharted coastline of my neck, his lips a mariner mapping sensations previously unknown. The sensation, unfamiliar yet intoxicating, painted an abstract masterpiece across my consciousness. In that timeless moment, we were not just lovers but artists, our bodies the mediums through which we painted an ode to desire, consent, and the symphony of affection. (Contains Mature Contents)