PUBLISHED UNDER LIB Note: If you're not into flawed characters who make wrong decisions, don't read this. Save yourself from stress. Started: 10/07/2020 Ended: 11/18/2020 Elora Chin Valencia grew up in a toxic Christian family where she was viewed as the black sheep. Araw-araw ay ipinaparamdam sa kanya ng mundo na wala siyang lugar sa sarili niyang tahanan. She was a consistent dean's lister and an obedient daughter, which left her wondering what she had done so wrong to be disregarded as a speck of dust in the wind. They made her feel like she was just dirt, filling up the empty space. The one who would never have her own safe place. Feeling all of this contributed to her endless suicidal ideations. Baka nga tama sila. Baka nga wala siyang halaga at kailanman ay hindi na sasaya. She almost believed that. She almost held onto that notion. Not until she met the man in his BS Civil Engineering uniform and gorgeous grin, Troy Jefferson Dela Paz. He kissed her forehead, and her loud thoughts were silenced. Her demons calmed down. Her foes were defeated. For the first time in her life, she had proven her family wrong---a happy Elora Chin was possible. She was loved and well-taken care of. Troy embraced her sharp parts, not minding the wounds he might get. But fate had a lot of cruel things in store for her. Because when she thought she had reached the peak of happiness, she found myself drowning alone in the ocean she now called home, alone in her shame, alone with the waves she couldn't tame.

THE LOSERS' CLUB SERIES #4 How does it feel to live with tons of what ifs and should-have-beens? Knowing that under different parameters, you could have worked it out. Knowing that if you only weathered the storm together, you could have built a home in each other's arms. Napakaraming sana--ganiyan ang naging takbo ng buhay ni Ysabelle Katana Montecer. Sana mayaman siya. Sana mas maganda. At sana may kapangyarihan siyang ibalik ang oras. If only she had listened to the little voice in her head, she could have been in a relationship with the only man who ever caught her attention--River Mattias Fuentabella. But it was too late for her. She was a ticking time bomb waiting to go off. A heartbeat away from silence. Kahit ayaw niya, kailangan niyang tanggapin ang hatol ng tadhana. River would always be out of her reach. He was close, but not too close enough for her to hold. They could have happened. They could have been together. But sadly, they never were.

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.

You cannot read this as a standalone story! Read "Addicted Damien" and "Abused Diablos" first! Sartori #3 "I abandoned Drugo. . ." . . . Mature Content Warning: R18+

You can read this as a standalone story! WARNING: If your humor doesn't match with the characters' humor in this story, please quit reading immediately! Darkkon is not the typical cold male lead! Thank you! ... Sartori #4 "Darkkon. . . got aroused for me." Darkkon, the eldest of them four. Protective. Manipulative. Addictive. Aggressive. Possessive. Obsessive. His beast got aroused and became a psychotic stalker the moment he saw her, touched her skin, heard her voice, smell her scent, and even tasted her. Everything about her got him desperate to make her his even if it means his downfall. . . . Mature Content Warning: R18+

You can read this as a standalone story! Sartori #2 "I abused Diablos..." Diablos, the third-born boss of the Sartorian Mafia, was a man who could not be tamed due to his uncontrollable anger. He had to drink the bitter medicines prescribed by the family doctor to keep himself restrained. Never did he imagine that he would taste the sweetest sensation from a woman's skin, far better than bitterness. That taste became the only thing that kept him under control during his fits of rage. But because of his obsession with it, his kindness was abused. . . . Mature Content Warning: R18+

You can read this as a standalone story! Sartori #1 "Damien... got addicted to me." Damien, the youngest boss of the Sartorian Mafia, was a man who could not be calmed. Illegal drugs were his way of coping with his anger, until he discovered a strange aroma. He never expected to experience true euphoria from a woman's natural scent, something far more intoxicating than the effects of the drugs he once relied on. . . . WARNING: This story is unedited! All chapters are in their first drafts! Thank you!

A/N: This story is inspired by Ate Lara Flores also known as @eatmore2behappy ,mas okay kung basahin niya muna ang AMNSE hehe -------------------------------------------------------------------- Masaya kung meron kang mga kaklase na palaging may pag uunawaan,palaging masaya lang at iisa lang ang turingan Pero papaano kung... kung mapupunta ka sa tinatawag na section Z or so called the last section tapos ikaw lang yung naiiba..kasi lahat sila LALAKE at ikaw lang yung BABAE matatanggap mo bang ika'y nag-iisang babae? at tatanggapin kaba nila? in their room they have a rule GIRL ARE NOT ALLOWED Papasok ka parin ba? - - - This is work of fiction Highest Tag: #1 Only Girl A/N: Planning to delete this soon for editing.

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Confused with his feelings for Max, Deib tries his best to suppress these and avoid Max at all costs. But when the saying 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' suddenly applies to him, can Deib keep his growing feelings in, or will he decide otherwise? Season 2 of He's Into Her *** Starting out as enemies, Deib Lohr Enrile believes someone like him can't fall for someone like Maxpein Zin del Valle. No matter how he looks at it, he knows it won't happen. So, when he suddenly realizes he's starting to feel something for Max, he immediately shuts it down and decides to avoid her. But no matter how much he tries to keep it in, his heart keeps saying otherwise. After deciding to keep Max beside him and show her his true feelings, can Deib convince Max to let him in inside her life and heart? Or will Max's nonchalant attitude and complicated life eventually throw them apart? DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish. COVER DESIGN: Rayne Mariano