Nikkoi Stories

"when I was young, I always wanted to be like da Vinci. he was very professional." "but as I grew older, I turned out as Van Gogh. His paintings were messy, and swirly." "tho it was beautiful, and inspirational." - Aboli means flower in Hindu, and Hyacinth is a kind of flower. as much as Aboli Hyacinth S. amorsolo's name is all after flowers, she loved painting them ever since her first touch with art. she learned that her roots of art was from her great, great, grandfather Fernando Amorsolo. Aboli's whole life was concentrated on family, studies, poetry, books, and mostly art. but what if someone makes her realize that she is art? Started ♤ 9th of April 2018

It all started with a kiss. Now, everything has changed. (A Unique Torralba Salonga Fanfiction)

A compilation of one-shots that I'm writing. These one shots feature you, and the hit band, IV of Spades, including their former vocalist- Unique Salonga. Some will have Unique in them, some will not. Some will be between you and Unique, some will be between you and any other member of the band. (Depending on the story and plot.) I can't guarantee that you'll like my stories, but I can guarantee you that I'll try my best. EXPECT that updates will come in very slowly, as I am not very passionate about my writing at the moment due to recent events. Watch out for one-shot specials! ;)

Where Samantha and Unique meets because of a book, she didn't knew she'd find herself wanting more than just the book. A (very) short story that's originally written and created in Twitter. (@BLASTERIFIIIC_)

Unique, Zild, Badjao and Blaster *some imagines might have/not have Unique on them since as we know, he left the band*

limutin na ang mundo, nang magkasama tayo |story is incomplete and in bad shape, what did wattpad do|

Mga imahinasyon na kaya kang pakiligin, pangitiin, pakantahin at maaari ka ring paiyakin. Salamat! [highest ranking : #115 Fanfiction]

a unique salonga fan fiction about escaping, ignoring, denying, and being oblivious of what the heart has been aching and longing for. is it worth giving in and getting back with the past? or is it much better to leave things as they are?