Dear, You. You are stronger than what you seem you are. It's just life... you are Phoebe. Started: February 2020 Finished: An Epistolary Novel. Copyright © 2020, Janineffable, All Rights Reserved.

" People say I'm nice, but they're scared of me. "-Willa Vanity Alejo Willa Vanity Alejo is not the typical girl you could mess with. She always does the opposite things that people her age do. She's not weird in people's eyes but she's also not normal according to them. What can she do? She believed that she's special so she became one. She believed that whatever she thinks she is would be really her. She doesn't need a crown to be praised and appreciated. She doesn't need it to prove herself. But everything she thought she was was ravage when someone confounded the hell out of her. Am I really a man-hater? Do I really love to dress like this? Hindi ko ba talaga kailangan ng tao sa buhay ko? And lastly... Hindi ko ba talaga siya gusto? Because really, if this is love, I'd kill everyone who gave me those wrong ideas that I should hate him. -- Started: October 26, 2019 Finished: Copyright © 2019, Janineffable, All Rights Reserved.

-UNDER REVISION- Consorto is a secret crime-fighting organization and all its agents have distinctive ranks depending on one's skills and responsibilities to fulfill. From the highest position, Andradus, there comes Zwote as the second. After them is the tactical group support consisting of Arsen, Intel, and Hacker. Because of one dramatic turn of events, they came across Raven Marshall and found a potential in her that made the Consorto persuade her all the way to the end. And Giorgos Grisette, who kept a secret from her about his family being part of the organization was her lover at that time. They dreamt of a simple life together, but fate probably find it strange to have two exceptional people live an ordinary life so they were surprised with the biggest plot twist, an utterly different world has opened right before their eyes like a blank canvas he wanted to color but in the end, she had to paint black.

I didn't notice you came, but I did when you left. I didn't hear you said hello, but I did when you said goodbye. -- Started: January 16, 2020 Finished: January 17, 2020 Copyright © 2020, Quench Manjarrez, All Rights Reserved.

Two different people-- with different tempos of heartbeat. One goes quite quick Like a brink of tornado in a storm while the other goes slow As mellow as the tone of an old violin. Where should me meet-- For our pace to collide In one place where we could dance Using the same speed? As I place my hand to your chest I wish I hear the same song as mine. -- An Epistolary novel Copyright © 2020, Janineffable, All Rights Reserved.

She finally disentangled every red string, but instead of turning it loose, she compiled it piece by piece. -- A collection of poems made by yours truly. Copyright © 2020, Quench Manjarrez, All Rights Reserved.

This poem titled "The Wind" was made in one sitting, with a combination of longing and recognition for my first and last love... and will probably remain as my love until my soul is reincarnated and the only one who's capable of breaking my heart because he's the only one whom I allowed to do so. Written: Feb 21, 2019, 10:38 PM Copyright © 2019, Quench Manjarrez, All Rights Reserved.