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  • Under Loving Storms (TCJS #2) by oblivionfviii
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    The Campus Journalist Series #2 (soon)
  • Press On! by MariaCulum
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    With dreams of securing a spot on the National stage and fantasies of escaping underfunded failure, Karim believes journalism is her key to changing her future at one of the top universities in her country. However being in a school with little funding and even littler hope, she has to find a way to stand out in the midst of promising athletes and ornate advocates while swallowing her pride to the ever-insidious student council.
  • Through his Lens (The Cebuanas Circle Series 1( by dreamionie
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    Ixia Margarette Lua, an international model gracing runways and magazine covers across the globe, never imagined her past would walk back into frame-quite literally. Nathan Ezriel Leviste is now a sought-after professional photographer with a sharp eye for emotion and light. But before the acclaim, before the career-there was Ixia. They first met at the 2015 National Schools Press Conference, when he was a budding photojournalist from NCR and she was a young feature writer from Central Visayas. One photograph-her smile, captured in perfect light-sparked a connection that quietly blossomed into a five-year love story. When the pandemic hit, distance became their greatest adversary. Time passed, feelings faded-or so they thought. Now, fate has cast them together again on a high-profile creative project. As old memories resurface through the click of the shutter, Ixia and Nathan are forced to confront what was, what could've been, and what still might be. Through His Lens The Cebuanas Circle Series 1 Written by: @dreamionie All Rights Reserved 2025
  • The Dream That Slipped Through My Fingers by justiii_uia
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    When NSPC dreams slip away, what could have remained? Unwritten dreams, written down. The what-ifs of life, captured in words, where dreams fade, while stories remain. 3 years of training, was still not enough to even reach RSPC/NSPC. Dreams can't all be pursued. Maybe it wasn't really meant for me? What could I have done to not reach this? Everything was right, maybe it's the topic that didn't let me win. What if right now, I actually reached the NSPC 2025 dream in Vigan City, Ilocos Sur? It hurts to see the people who reached NSPC to live our dreams. What if I really wasn't meant for News Writing or Column Writing? I was clearly not trying My best at DSPC. I'll just forever accept that I'm just until DSPC lang. This will always remain as my forever multo.
  • Four Years of Distance by mrunknown888
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    "Some people arrive unexpectedly and become the most unforgettable chapter of your life." During the chaos of the journalism press conferences, Ethan was just a skinny kid in an orange shirt and a twisted cap. Then he met Hilary. She was the girl from the quarter two blocks away who compared him to F4 and stole his heart under the acacia trees. From secret hallway smiles to a life-changing first kiss under the dim corridor lights, their love was pure, innocent, and seemingly unstoppable.But as the competition ended and college began, the distance grew wider than the provinces between them. No goodbye, no closure-just a series of "what ifs" and old songs.A story about the one who got away, the beauty of first loves, and the memories that stay long after the messages stop.
  • UNSPOKEN by Luminouphile
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    Story of a boy who loves to draw and a girl who loves to write. Inspired from my little to no interactions with that one senior high school crush of mine. An alternate reality where the leads got their happy ending we never had.