[Politico 3] When and how will 24 hours be enough? Grappling with the harsh realities of life, Owie vowed to always set her goals straight-graduate with a decent degree, work in a comfortable firm, retire in her 50s, and wither alone. It was dull and perfect all at once. The walls around her are pretty high up. No one can penetrate them. But Asio was persistent. He broke down walls, tore down skyscrapers, and messed up time--something that she held so dear above anything else. The hours on the clock always fell short. The glass is always half empty. Every one step forward is ten steps backward. And in an attempt to save the last bits of the love she thought she knew, she found herself asking for the impossible: for time to run slower, for the clock to give just one more second.

Cleo.," he called. He seems lost and it was just came out from his mouth naturally. And it is really a music in her ears. She was alarmed when he took one step closer to her. And when he is on his second step, the towel around his waist suddenly drop straight to the ground exposing his very extra big alive anaconda. What the hell! Nanlaki ang mata niya habang nakatitig lang doon habang ang binata naman ay walang pakialam at patuloy lang sa paglapit sa kanya. "Ah--Heix..Your.." She can't find the exact word to say. Gulat na gulat lang siya sa malaking anaconda nito. But when he was just an inch away from her, his foot suddenly slip because of wet surface. "Heixon!" Everything happened so fast. She just notice that Heixon is in top of her and... "YOUR DICK IS INSIDE ME!!" Highest Rank: 13 in Romance as of 3-15-21 The new story is full of bed scene, I suggest only those open minded can read it. I don't want to make you uncomfortable of you are not open minded enough. Thank you. Thoughts? You can share it out!

A love letter, a confession, and a blossoming heart. I got nothing to lose, only my heart to break.

Somersault Boys Series #1 Might not. Probably won't. Maybe never. Unlikely. Doubtful. Despite being everything he could have been, Elize constantly settled in the dark, lurking with the impossibles and uncertainties. He believed that he would grow up and take the path of life in a single route with one straight line; no turns, no shortcuts. Perhaps it was because his one and only flesh and blood prompted him to think that if he didn't act like how he was made and how he was supposed to be, he would never reach the light at the end of the tunnel, or never reach his dreams, never be accepted, never be treated seriously...never be loved. The word "Always" was never in Elize's vocabulary-an exception with always doubting, always trying, always...just dreaming. But never the good kind of "Always". Then he tasted it, the bittersweet sensation in his tongue when his mother left him to work abroad. Elize then started to thrive, meet new friends, socialize, be a human...fall in love. For the first time, Elize felt free, felt genuine, felt...guilty? Guilty...was it because he felt glad his mother left, or because he met someone that made him start to feel the Always' in his Nevers? Regardless, he dedicated his whole life in chasing that assurance in his world of doubts, and he simply could not back out now. But when good things come to an end, the choice is yours if you want to let it go, or fight for it. If you choose the latter, make sure to draw blood and fight until you're dead. Just like Elize did.