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  • Sipping Bubbly, Feeling Lovely | Brent Paraiso by areumdauun
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    Sometimes, the best of intentions don't work their magic. Or that time Brent tried to cook. Operative word, tried.
  • So You'll Remember That We Were Real by InkBetweenSkyAndSea
    InkBetweenSkyAndSea
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    So You'll Remember That We Were Real What if the love that felt like forever was only meant to be a memory? Dale Ezekiel Samonte - 22, engineering student from a legacy of brilliance, confident, grounded, and carrying the weight of expectations. Eliza Luna Garcia - 21, architecture student raised by her lola, resilient, dream-filled, and still healing from the kind of loss that never quite leaves you. They met because of fate. They fell because of timing. And they broke because not even the strongest love can hold together two hearts growing in different directions. What begins as a soft, slow-burn romance rooted in friendship and late-night conversations soon unfolds into a beautiful yet heartbreaking story of growth, distance, and choosing yourself - even if it means letting go of the one person who once felt like home. Told in chapters that span first meetings, deep bonds, tearful goodbyes, and the quiet pain of moving on, So You'll Remember That We Were Real is a love story not about forever... But about what remains when love is no longer enough. Because sometimes, the most unforgettable love story is the one that doesn't last - but changes you anyway.
  • Beauty and The Tiger by bittersweetcoffee
    bittersweetcoffee
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    (A Jeric Teng Fanfiction) Milan was always the good obedient daughter. At an early age she learned and earned proficiency in ballet, in playing instruments such as violin and piano, in Wushu and in equestrian. She could speak four languages, English, Mandarin, French and Spanish, fluently. Simply because her parents wanted her to. She always thought she could do anything her parents want her to. But when her parents arranged her marriage she realized she what she could do for them has its limit. She can’t marry someone she does not love. Even that someone is Jeric Teng.
  • Cigarettes and Everything that Hurts by whoisshewhowrites
    whoisshewhowrites
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    Who knew cigarettes could taste better with you?
  • I'll Never Love Again | Brent Paraiso by yourlunawp
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    When Vernice passed away, Brent promised that he will never love again.
  • Our Own Way by mavenmarie
    mavenmarie
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    "My mom doesn't hate you, Arch. She hates that she's watching herself and tito Brent through us and she's scared that we'd end up the same way as they did." > In which Brent and Elin tried their best to make it work. But when the world doesn't want two people together, no matter how hard they try, they still won't end up together. > In which Archer Paraiso and Ileia tries to avoid the same mistakes that led their parents into breaking up. And found out that if it's meant to be, it will be. OR four different people, two different love stories, two different ending, told in their own ways.
  • Cross Over by jenietobias15
    jenietobias15
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    They both were left alone by the ones they love. They both experienced hardships that hindered their dream. They both know what loss is. They are both broken. Will this two people, led by faith, be able to fall in love again? Will they be able to heal each other's broken heart? Will their love be enough?
  • Skin Deep Secrets by whoisshewhowrites
    whoisshewhowrites
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    I used to only think about the secrets that I hid. Then, you came and gave me something more to think about.