The Close Strangers (On HOLD)

The Close Strangers (On HOLD)

  • WpView
    LECTURAS 338
  • WpVote
    Votos 10
  • WpPart
    Partes 13
WpMetadataReadContinúa1h 32m
WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación mié, jul 6, 2016
"It's funny how some people who you grow up with and so close with become strangers to you after so many years." Raleigh Buenaventura or Leyang to her family and close friends is a brilliant, cheerful and vibrant bell-girl in a private Villa situated in Dagupan City. She is also a dreamer and aspire to become a famous events coordinator someday. But being a people person and a sentimental girl, she always encounters people who she is closed with in the past and became strangers to her in the present. Little did she know that this people have reasons bigger than life to why they become so distant to her. Reasons that may affect her future. very badly. Join Leyang as she fight against the odds to achieve her dreams with this 'close strangers' around her. Copyright by Finitelady All Rights Reserved 2016
Todos los derechos reservados
#5
luckyblue
WpChevronRight
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Illustration

Quizás también te guste

  • You, Through My Eyes
  • My Next Door Neighbour | ✓
  • Life, Love & A Little Coffee
  • Loving You is My Only Choice
  • Finally Free
  • Bound To Be
  • YOUR FIRST LOVE IS YOUR FUTURE
  • Experience •Lucas
  • Falling Twice
  • Cynical Souls

Faith Abad didn't believe in fairytales. She believed in routines, quiet spaces, and keeping people at arm's length. Then there was Edric Manalo: soft-spoken, sharp-witted, and always two steps away but never quite far enough. They weren't best friends. Not really. But somehow, in between shared pencils, quiet glances, and travel conversations that never quite happened, he became everything she couldn't put into words. Told through Faith's eyes, this is the story of growing up beside someone you love without ever saying it out loud. Of silent rituals, missed chances, quiet prayers, and the letters we write in our heads long after people are gone. This isn't a love story. It's a memory. And sometimes, memories are the loudest things we carry.

Más detalles
WpActionLinkPautas de Contenido