Unwrittenending Stories

لم أكن أبحث عن قصة... لكنّ قصة ما اختارتني. في الليلة التي سقط فيها القمر، فتحت كتابًا بلا عنوان... بلا مؤلّف... بلا ماضٍ. كانت صفحته بيضاء، لكنها بدأت تكتب نفسها كلما لامستها أصابعي، وكأنها تحفظ قلبي أكثر مما أعرفه أنا عن نفسي. ومن بين الضوء والحبر... خرج هو. غريب بعينين بلا لون، وصوت يشبه أغنية نسيتها روحي، قال لي: "لقد تأخرتِ... كنت بانتظارك منذ الفصل الأول." من تلك اللحظة، لم أعد أعرف: هل أنا الكاتبة؟ أم المكتوبة؟ هل أكتب الرواية؟ أم هي من تكتبني؟ بين قاتل يطاردني داخل فصولي... وحب قديم يعود من موت كتبته بنفسي... وعالم من الحبر ينهار إن لم أختَر نهايتي... أدركت حقيقة مرعبة: دم الكاتبة... هو الحبر الوحيد الباقي. هذه ليست قصة حب عادية. وليست فانتازيا تُقرأ قبل النوم. هذه رواية حيث الكاتب يموت، والبطلة تخرج من الصفحة... وأنا؟ صرت القصة كلها. إذا كنت تبحث عن رواية: غموض رعب نفسي فانتازيا سوداء حب مستحيل ميتا-فيفكشن (الكاتب داخل القصة) ... فمرحبًا بك في عالمي. عالم لن تنجو منه إلا إن أغلقت الكتاب... أو فتحته أكثر. #غموض #فانتازيا_سوداء #رعب_نفسي #حب_مستحيل #الميتا_كتابة #كتاب_مسحور #عالم_موازي #قاتل #كاتبة #رومانسية_غامضة #حب_وخطر #قلم_قاتل #عالم_الحبر

Sa gitna ng gulo ng 1970s, may dalawang pusong nagmahal nang tahimik si Alicia Manalo, isang honor student na anak ng guro, at si Rafael "Rafa" Salcedo, isang student journalist na pinag-iinitan ng gobyerno. Their love was forbidden, dangerous, and written only through secret letters na tinatago nila sa isang lumang puno sa likod ng eskwelahan. Pero isang araw, bigla na lang nawala si Rafa. Walang nakakaalam kung saan siya dinala. Walang paliwanag. Walang nakabalik na mensahe. Tumigil ang mga liham. Pero hindi tumigil ang tanong. Fifty years later, isang Grade 12 student ang nakahanap ng isang metal box na nakalibing sa lupa puno ng mga lumang sulat, mapa, at isang pangalan na hindi niya kilala... Alicia. At sa pagbabasa niya, unti-unti ring nadadamay ang sarili niya sa isang pag-ibig na hindi niya nasaksihan, pero siya mismo ang kailangang tapusin ang kuwento. Because one letter inside says: "Kung sino ka man, please find me. Hindi ako dapat nakalimutan."

Divine Fontanales has spent years trying to silence the echoes of her past. But when she discovers the novels of Xavier Isidro, a reclusive literary genius, the world she has tried to escape comes rushing back. The villain in his books is too familiar. His cruelty, his obsessions, even his whispered threats mirror those of Maverick Landicho, the man who once broke her. At first, Divine convinces herself it is coincidence. Yet as she delves deeper into Xavier's pages, she finds fragments of herself scattered within them. Her gestures, her scars, her private fears written as though he has been watching her for years. When she finally meets Xavier, the truth unravels into something more terrifying and seductive than she imagined. He admits he has been writing about her long before their paths ever crossed. Was it fate that drew them together, or a web of obsession spun in ink and shadow? As Maverick resurfaces to reclaim her, Divine is forced into a labyrinth of blurred realities where love feels like possession and safety is never certain. Between Xavier's haunting allure and Maverick's relentless pull, she must decide whether she is the heroine of her own story or just another character written into someone else's nightmare. The Man Who Wrote My Nightmares is a dark romance woven with gothic intensity, a tale of obsession, memory, and the dangerous line between salvation and surrender.

*spoilers* I think everyone deserves some clarity to the finale of Rosewood, so this is my take on it.

Some love stories are written in fate, while others remain unfinished in the silence of our hearts. This is a tale of love that never truly began of emotions unspoken, moments cherished in solitude, and a heart that loved without ever being held. A story of what could have been, but never was.

He gave five years to someone who betrayed him. Fell for a stranger who was never his to love. Just when he thought his story was over... Life handed him a new beginning. Love wasn't the plan. Healing barely was. But sometimes, the people who save us aren't the ones we wait for. They're the ones we almost didn't meet. And sometimes, the ending you think you know... Is only the beginning of something unwritten. --- 📘 A soft, emotional BL story about grief, quiet love, and the people who walk into your life when you stop searching.