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Coffee In Pain by black_arduous
#1
Coffee In Painby black_arduous
Naniniwala kaba na ang kape naiiba ang lasa depende sa emosyon ng nagtitimpla? Maaaring maging matamis bunga na ikaw ay masaya at maaaring mapait kapag ikaw ay nasasakta...
Amo El Cafe by MaryEileen26
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Amo El Cafeby Mary Eileen
Sipping a cup of coffee a day is life. But staring at you while sipping my coffee is lifest.
Me With You by CalysLee
#3
Me With Youby Calys🍀
Maging kasing pait pa kaya ng iced americano ang timpla ng love life ko kung hindi na lang #bestfriendzone ang peg ko sa kaniya? Pero ayaw kong umasa. Alam ko kasing sa...
Tasting the Bartender  by somniatoress
#4
Tasting the Bartender by somniatoress
This is an official entry for Heartroma contest hosted by @wattpadromanceph Thank you maree kath❤ HAHAHA
"𝑪𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆, 𝑱𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒆?" by shaeio
#5
"𝑪𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆, 𝑱𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒆?"by 𝑺𝒉𝒂
An entry to WattpadRomancePH's Heartroma Published: May 12, 2021
Coffee Ever After by aaaaa_021
#6
Coffee Ever Afterby kel.
#WattpadRomancePH #Heartroma Prompt: Anong gagawin mo kapag nalaman mo na ang crush mong barista sa paborito mong coffee shop ay lihim na may pagsinta sa 'yo? Will this...
Coffeelings by Aizbear
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Coffeelingsby Zelle
When words fail, coffee is there to help. (AN ENTRY FOR HEARTROMA CONTEST BY WATTPADROMANCEPH)
Destiny From Past And Present by shitloccah
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Destiny From Past And Presentby Malen
Two people from the modern era went into the past, during the Ming Dynasty. That's where they started their first romance and for the second time, they will continue it...
Espresso by Geewiee
#9
Espressoby Ginger Wine
Express your feelings through the aroma of a delicious espresso. *** An entry for #Heartroma contest by #WattpadRomacePH
Espresso by emmie_lee
#10
Espressoby emmie_lee
Espresso is a strong black coffee. It can be a staple for someone who wants to battle the day like it's their last. Well, it can also be the start of a spark inside Fil...
Expresso for Angel by WritePaperPen
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Expresso for Angelby Danielle
There was this thing called love, and it was brought to me by my coffee. It started in one rainy night: I was sitting on one of the benches of a convenience, holding a...