How is Drew Walter supposed to take care of three kids who are in his custody till they turn eighteen when he hates children? The answer has only one word, five letters. Grace.

A (not-so) hopeless romantic writer. A weird (not-so-much of a) stranger. A lot of (denying) feelings in between. A (continuation of the online) connection that ends on 11 / 23.

Isabelle Dizon was perfect. A straight A business course student, a sensible lady, a responsible daughter any parent would wished for. But she felt something lacking. She often felt she was living to her parents idea of what she should be, and she started to doubt if that was what she really wanted. As her uncertainty and longing continued, she met a group of people from a poorly funded, nearly dissolved, university organization. A group of six university students who taught her the value of friendship, the courage that comes with pursuing her dreams, and the importance of living in the moment and creating Something Spectacular. Something Spectacular written by: april_avery Genre: Teen Fiction

No plot twists or whirlwind romance like in the books. Such is the fate of a side character like Mimi, who neither has a face, body, brains nor background worth boasting about. But what if she realizes that you don't need to be extraordinary to be loved? That perhaps, she's just clueless all along? *** "It's not love unless we say it." - Mimi No boyfriend since birth. No crush since birth (maliban sa fictional characters, kaya counted ba 'yon?). No ka-MU since birth. Food is life. Wattpader. K-drama addict. Kpopper. Maliit lang ang mundo ko. Kaunti lang din ang tao: Sina Yanyan at Iya. Sina Mama, Papa, at Kuya. At si Warren na rin pala. Karamihan sa mga kilala ko, problemado sa pagiging single o sa love life nila. Mas problemado ako sa taghiyawat ko at sa lapad ko sa camcorder tuwing may projects. Saka, sa mga third party sa Wattpad stories na binabasa ko. Dapat mawala na ang mga 'yon para magkatuluyan na ang mga bida. Pero minsan, kapag nalulungkot ako, kapag nag-iisip ako nang malalim, at kapag kasama ko si Warren tapos nakangiti siya... may something. Status: Published under Bliss Books

The Ripper Series #3 :: How far would you go to avenge and save the ones you love?

The Ripper series #2 :: When another girl cries murder, mayhem is on the way.

Ripper series #1: Envied for her almost perfect life, Tamara Consulacion has everything a girl could ever ask for. But what happens when the good girl gets tangled to a serial killer's game? Time is ticking as the body count rises, with riddles to solve and loved ones to protect, can the good girl live long enough to save them from the crimson ripper?

Lulubog, lilitaw--ganyan ang feelings ni Diane Christine para kay Jesuah. Pero paano kung sa isang iglap ay malaman niyang mahal din siya nito? Aamin na ba siya o patuloy pa rin niyang ililihim ang tunay na nadarama? *** "If there are no telltale signs of feelings, is it really there?" May feelings pero hindi sigurado. May kaba pero lumilipas. May kilig pero hindi lagi. May gusto pero may disgusto. May first love ba na madaling itago? I know what things I like and why I like them. Siya lang ang hindi talaga 'ko sigurado... kung bakit parang gusto ko. *** I've had relationships. Good ones. Bad ones. Natapos nang hindi ko alam kung ano ang kulang o ano ang mali. Sabi nila, minsan sa katitingin sa malayo kaya hindi nakikita agad na nasa malapit lang ang hinahanap natin. I don't know if that's really the case with Jesuah Hernandez. Sobrang lapit niya. Sobra-sobra. Siya ang first crush ko. Hindi sigurado kung siya ang first love. 'Yong feelings ko sa kanya, lumilitaw at nawawala. Parang hindi rin gano'n kalalim. Pero may kaba kapag nagkakalapit kami. Nagagalit ako kapag nagkaka-girlfriend siya. Hindi sigurado kaya lahat ng iniisip, nararamdaman, at selos ko, ako lang ang nakaaalam. Lahat, patago. Lahat, pasikreto. It's not love if there are no sure signs, right? Or is it? STATUS: Published under Bliss Books

I'm scared of the sea. I can't help but think of the danger it brings. The width and depth seem forever. But I know that someday, I'm going to swallow all my fears and sail into that immense body of menace. Because I have to find him. I have to see him. I have words I haven't told him yet. There are things he needs to know and I don't care if it matters now or it never really mean anything at all. I just have to find him.

A writer. A weird stranger. A lot of little conversations. An online understanding. Every night. 23:11.