Thorned Stories

"Sabi nga nila love is in the air, so don't breathe." Althea shrugged and look up the sky. "But if you won't breathe you die." Kristina sigh. "Does it just meant," Blossom look at me, her face held a confused look. "It only means we cant escape love." I take a deep breathe. "Love is in the air, so dont breathe, but if you wont breathe you die, it means we cant live without love," I look at the birds flying freely. "Even us love each other dont we?" I offered them a weak smile. "Yeah, it sounds cheesy but I love you girls." "Hmm, yep I love you." "Uhuh, I love you all!! A lot!" " I love you too girls." _____ ©CopyRights

When the river that once protected the city falls silent, a hidden curse begins to surface. Lyra Hallow, a mender of broken things, can hear what the river remembers-ancient bargains, buried crimes, and a crown forged from desire and loss. As powerful houses move to reclaim a magic meant to be forgotten, Lyra is drawn into a web of secrets where love, memory, and power demand a terrible price. To save the city, she must decide whether some magic is worth destroying... or whether some songs must end forever.

•santana• she's the girl who looked delicate and soft, just like a rose, but all roses have thorns. however, no one would talk to her because she was so intimidating. you didn't even need to talk her, you could just tell. little did they know that she was tied for being the world's most wanted thief. during the day, she'd keep up the façade that she was completely innocent, other than the fact that she kept everyone at arm's distance. •mason• he was the heartthrob of the school and every girl wanted him, but he didn't want them. he wanted money and gems because, like santana, he was the world's most wanted thief. however, the second he meets santana, he might just have to break his promise to himself about only focusing on stealing. will they be enemies when fighting for the same thing they need to steal or will they risk love? after all, they don't know that the other is a thief. lowercase is on purpose! i hope you enjoy!

Past Series-1

Teen-Fiction It was a teenage love that revolves around butterflies, family, and academics. A genuine love in a wrong time.

Love is like a book, where each chapter unfolds new pages of joy and sorrow, revealing new people that may stand as a lesson and twists that strengthen our understanding and attachment, eventually weaving a sole, unequaled, and intricate story of love, growth, and life. Would Sixto Basaltta be capable of fixing the torn pages of his book of love towards a woman who writes her own story?

Love is like a painting, where each moment adds a new layer of color and texture, like happiness and pain, blending the bright hues of joy and the dark hues of sadness, with the softer tones of understanding and the rougher tones of grief, gradually creating a unique masterpiece that reflects the depth and intricacy of a shared journey. Just like how soft Sakivino Basaltta's brush strokes, would he be able to paint his love on a grand canvas?

COMPLETED The best part of love is capturing all the bliss, grief, blues, and felicities, and put it on a frame where you can reminisce the entire moments like a film on the cinema. But just like how Savino Basaltta's camera survived all the love and pain, the hatred and the hope, the courage and the cowardice, the innocence and the guilt, would he withstand everything for the second time around? Or would everything be abandoned as a mere photograph?