There is no question that the chemistry between Glaiza and Rhian is evident. When the two first decide to become touched, the arrangement is for them to have a sexual relationship, with no strings attached. The more the two spend time together, the more each of them falls in love with the other. The underlying issue is the secrets that Glaiza have. Rhian begins to understand that there's something much darker is going on behind closed doors. And when she finally learns the truth, she's terrified she won't be able to save Glaiza from it.

Glaiza was a straight girl or so they thought she was. It was her Junior year in College when she met Rhian. Si Rhian na mukhang Diyosa. Si Rhian na hobby ang pang-aasar. Si Rhian na Student Body President ng year level nila sa Psych Department. The witty and funny Rhian. Rhian was a popular college girl, she has a lot of friends. She's witty and funny and almost bullies every one. Until her Junior year when she met Glaiza. Si Glaiza na ma-appeal pero antipatika para sa kanya. Si Glaiza na magaling kumanta at mag gitara. Si Glaiza na weirdo at laging nakatulala sa kanya. Will she give her a chance?

Together But Not Together. No Commitment, No Rules. Hanggang kailan kayang panghawakan ni Rhian Ramos ang ganitong uri ng relasyon ?

For the entire night, two strangers are stuck inside Shopaholics--one of the most popular chain of retail department stores. With only each other for company, what will the pair do to pass away the time? ***NOTE: This is more of a fluffy piece that does contain adult themes.

How can you hate and love a person at the same time?

"Sometimes the hardest thing in life is accepting that no matter what you do, you can't plan for everything to end accordantly. Sometimes, it's the mere fact of trying that causes things to unfold in the most unexpected ways. And sometimes, allowing one small change in your daily life can cause the biggest ripple effect. For me, the change in my daily routine came in form of a girl with purple eyes and black wings. Our first encounter, whether an answer to one of my many forgotten prayer, alternate my view of reality. Unbeknownst to me, Alexandra McCartney was a walking sin waiting to be forgiven, and I was the answer to her silent prayers." Fixtured with routines and habits, Skylar Charms has only even known one thing; nothing is permanent and everything is subject to change. It was a lesson she learned early on in life and because of it, she was contempt with finding familiarity in the inconsequential routines she established. For Skylar, she was okay with being simple because with simplicity comes a sense of innocence, something she couldn't find anywhere else in her new home town. What was meant to be a routine school year for Skylar toppled when she met Alexandra McCartney, who unlike her, found familiarity in the chaos of things. All it took, however, was one insignificant answer for a saint to meet a forgivable sinner. (Cover model - Candice Swanepoel) Update: Currently being edited with small detail changes and added information. All chapters until "Abnormal" have been improved upon.

Disclaimer: Please be advised that PAGSUKO is just a work of fiction and pure imagination only. -READ AT YOUR OWN RISK-

The day before her wedding, Destiny Jones decided to write a letter to her ex. The one that got away. Would writing about her past change her future? Or would she accept what was and move on?

She was bawling in pain with every stroke she does on those piano keys. Her shoulders were shuddering, her voice was trembling as she sang those lyrics with great torture. I was ambivalent of what really was happening? I was lost but one thing's for sure that the melody was a play of lament. I can't bare the sight, her haunting voice seems screaming in agony. It is shattering me to pieces. The next thing I knew was my hands are already cupping her soft cheeks. There was a flush of anguish suppressed by questions in those teary vulnerable orbs and I took that moment to feel her pink swollen lips. The taste was enigmatic! The hesitation in those lips were drowned out as I feel it passionately responding to mine. I close my eyes to feel more. Damn it was cosmic, I wrapped my arms around her sultry neck, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss and she let's out a quiet moan. She pulled herself away from me. Confusion was all over those sad eyes. I pulled her to feel her lips once again. I don't know her, but I'm all willing to break myself just to bind her. I don't know her, but I'm all willing to tear myself apart just to watch the pain melt in her emerald eyes...

"The moment of collision affects the far greater moments in your life that may or may not actually happen. The moment of impact is, for example, when you unexpectedly receive your first kiss, when a charming stranger introduces himself in chemistry class; etc. Then that moment of impact inevitably affects how your life goes. Well for me, the moment of impact was the day I was late for Spanish class. If I hadn’t dozed off at lunch break I wouldn’t have collided with Melissa. Basically, I was late, I ran in the hall – thank goodness nobody was there to yell ‘No running in the halls! – then we collided. Literally."