Isang babaeng ubod ng ganda at sexy pero sa isang iglap lang ay mapapaibig ito ng isang lalaking ubod ng manyak..

My name is Stacey Bautista and I have a mission to fall in love again that Playboy 'Brandon Lee' to me,dahil kailangan kong maibalik ang dating 'Brandon', actually Hindi ko pa talaga kilala Ang sinasabi nilang dating sya dahil ang pagkakakilala ko Sa kanya ay playboy,mayabang,flirt,at Kung ano ano pa, but I'll make sure na malalaman ko ang sinasabi nilang 'Brandon' nuon at sisiguraduhin ko Rin na magtatagumpay ako na maibalik Ang dating sya ... wait for me...'BRANDON LEE'.

Ms.Right (Book3)

Hellary Angeles was head over heels for her long-time crush, Neo. And her obsession with him reached the point where she moved to the school where he transferred. But that new school had a myth - if a student talked to the mysterious guy who was wearing a gray hoodie, he or she would become ominous with love. She never believed that, but her curiosity led her to that one cold night when she mistook someone else for that hoodie guy! And that someone else, Nazareth Sarmiego, stole a kiss from her! Para makabawi sa ginawa, sinabi ni Nazareth na tutulungan niyang mapalapit siya kay Neo. However, as they kept on trying and trying to attain her goal, she unexpectedly fell for Nazareth. But no matter how much warmth and solace his hoodie could give her amidst this chaotic world, she just couldn't be with him because it would only hurt her more.

Bronte Davis is Worthington High's sweetheart. With a charismatic and loveable personality and a drive to help anyone and everyone, it's easy to understand just why everyone loves her. That is, everyone except Blake Parker; the school's rude and arrogant bad boy. But even that's not hard to understand why. While Blake is mean, cruel and egotistical, Bronte is kind, helpful and humble. So what happens when Bronte is forced to stay at Blake's house since her parents are off on a work trip around Africa? Well, with Bronte's sudden determination to befriend the arrogant Bad Boy, you can only imagine all the different possibilities. Yes, all the possibilities that involve the two ripping each other's throats out, that is. With late night conversations, ruthless pranks, constant bickering and secrets that are yet to unfold, its a miracle the two haven't killed each other... yet. Then again, opposites do attract. ▲ ▲ ▲ Cover made by @jeoneunkiko

COMPLETED The existence of grammatical errors, misplaced words etc. is exorbitant as the majority of the book had been written when I was 13. Read at your own risk. - - - "He was standing there in all his glory while I was standing here in all my ...nakedness..." The sentence that you have just read could exactly describe the situation I am in. - - - Have you ever been put in a situation in which you can't speak, think or move? Well, I had. And it wasn't in front of anyone, but in front of the school's supposedly bad boy. Hooray me, am I right? I am one of those outsider girls, who doesn't like to associate with anyone, and, on top of that, a so-called teacher's pet, too. Although that didn't seem to stop the bad boy from taking an interest in me. Funnily enough, he wasn't the person to initiate a conversation by simply approaching me. That was in no way possible, of course. It's a lot more complicated than that... Well, actually it's not that complex... He saw me naked, that's the reason... - - - CLICHÉ STORY! Contains cursing and/or swearing. IN THE COURSE OF HEAVY EDITING THAT MAY OR MAY NOT CHANGE SOME OF THE PLOT. The book is a work of fiction. Nothing had really existed, happened or is really happening. #4 in Teen Fiction : January 18 2016 Mr. Bad Boy Saw Me Naked. Copyright © 2015. All Rights Reserved to Aira Sakae.

Sa bilang niyang tatlo, mag-bebreak na kayo. [To Be Published Under Lifebooks]

There was a legend in our town that when you see an angel's feather, you will be given a chance to see or be with someone who is dead. But, why am I given this feather? Who should I wish to be resurrected? Is there someone from my past that I already forgotten? ©MaevelAnne