Detective_Romantiko

Author galaw-galaw, update sa demigod hermione ehem ehem

Kamusta kana Pati ang bebe ace ko

Ayun lang, nadagdagan na naman edad ko. ಥ╭╮ಥ

Author, kailan po update ng little giant?

hello anyare po sa little giant?

Awee my nose is bleeding ~ mukhang kailangan ko ng mainit na kape (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Lost in Twilight's Reality
          
          In the depths of her confusion, Bella grappled with the haunting question, 'What kind of nightmare is this?' It felt as if she had been plunged into a never-ending, suffocating abyss, unable to escape the torment of her own mind. When had she become not just infatuated, but utterly consumed by her obsession with Edward?
          
          As she sifted through the fragments of her memories, each recollection only seemed to deepen the furrow of despair etched into her brow. Edward had wielded a controlling influence over her life, and now, in his absence, she found herself sinking into a profound sense of desolation.
          
          The enigma that eluded her most was her inability to forge a genuine connection with Rosalie. She had made attempts, albeit feeble, yet Rosalie remained an enigmatic figure, aloof and unapproachable. The disparity between her recollections and her current reality was jarring. She longed for the simplicity of her former existence, where even Rosalie's tacit acceptance brought her a modicum of contentment.
          
          But what if this new, bewildering reality was, in fact, the truth? What if her belief in her affection for Rosalie was nothing more than a figment of her longing for the Cullen family? The thought sent shivers down her spine. The mere notion of her supposed dates with Edward now sent chills of revulsion through her. She could only hope that her yearning for Rosalie was not a mere illusion, a mere substitute for the family she sorely missed.
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          English lang yung mga blurb pero tagalog talaga gagamitin kong lenggwahe. Dagdag lang ulit sa draft. (•‿•)

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          As Clarke woke up in her cell on the sky box, she was immediately struck by a wave of disorientation and confusion. Her surroundings seemed both familiar and foreign, like a twisted version of reality. Questions flooded her mind, questioning the very nature of her existence. Was this all a cruel dream or some kind of twisted punishment?
          
          Memories flooded back to her, overwhelming her senses. She vividly recalled the heart-wrenching moment when Lexa died in her arms, the weight of that loss still fresh in her mind. The image of Wells' lifeless body flashed before her eyes, a painful reminder of the sacrifices made on the ground. The faces of her fallen friends from the 100 resurfaced, their absence now felt more acutely than ever. And the memory of the Death Wave, the searing heat and impending doom, still lingered, leaving a haunting imprint on her psyche.

it's been a while, nakita ko ulit sa fav yung little giant. gustong gusto ko na mag re-read (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

Merry Christmas! May lasing na ba?