The Rain In España (University Series #1)

WISECRACKER

Mezitte Naftali is born with an above average intelligence. Upon passing the weirdest entrance exam for transferees in A+ Academy—a well known school for having intellectual students— it lead her to be classified as a Wisecracker. The management of the said Academy brought confusion to her ever since her arrival. Adding to the vagueness, the Alma Mater turns a blind eye with the countless of happenings within the school. Mezitte, being the nosy person she is, can no longer cope with their indifference and decided to unravel the truth behind the history of A+ Academy. With the intellect that they have, she and her new circle of wisecracker friends will be in readiness for their dramatic and stirring journey upon taking the trouble in unveiling out the core of truth that the Academy have been hiding, along ness of building a bond of friendship and above all less—love. "We never knew that intelligence can kill, not until we found ourselves in the brink of death." Inspired by The Gifted

Make Up, Murders, and Macchiato

Astrid is a retired modern day Sherlock Holmes / Nancy Drew who stumbled on the gruesome murder of an unknown killer roaming around their university. She was then forced to instigate an investigation together with the one whom she hated the most- Kairo, Astrid infiltrated a sought after elite circle sorority known as the Alpha Kappa Tau after she discovered that the killer is after the members of the said elite circle. Her life took major turn from anthropology student, to sorority member to Kairo's caretaker. She must sieve through the web of lies, deceits and detractions in the world of glits, glams and fluttering fake eyelashes. Prepare for unexpected twist and turns, fight scenes in bodycon dress, blinding lights from sparkling diamond and jewels, and series of chase in skyhigh Christian Loubouttin pumps.

(UNORTHODOX SERIES #1) FUME OF METAL

Life itself is mesmerizing. It holds the power to bloom or to wither. They say every breath counts. Every heartbeat is important. Every second is precious. To put it simply into words, our lives are significant. Valuable they say. Because as time passes, our lives,moments,memories and feelings get drifted along the clock. It ticks, it ticks and it ticks. Showing the definite truth that nothing stays the same,though admittedly scary, it is certain. Nothing can be rewind. Not the time. Not the moments. Not the remnants of happiness, anger, guilt, sorrow and pure ecstasy neither pure misery. Life can never go on and on and on. And unlike the ticking clock, life eventually stops. At this point, when the end of all comes, why life is valuable when we can't enjoy it forever. Where the pleasure of breathing and feeling the air enter your nose and giving out a heavy sigh and feeling the light air brushing on your hair just stops. We can't enjoy it again. Life stops. Death comes. What happens after? Do we get to feel the air again? Do we get to feel our heartbeat go from a normal throb to palpitation? Do we get to experience life just like before but only now,dead ,cold and life less? The irony.I can't even define what life is. Is it breathing? It it being physically visible? Is it having emotions? Life is an enigma. An unknown known state. Do we get to value life just like how we see it when we were alive versus when we were dead? Is the difference even that evident? Does life exist when we are dead? Does life have a long lasting value when in the very beginning, we can never measure something that can never be quantified. The morning rays hit my skin. The smell of rotten metal lingered into my nose. It was foreign but at the same time unlikely pleasant, to see,to smell, to feel the flesh brushing my bare skin and the blood cascading down my forehead,my nose my hands. Feeling its softness and its tender and cold touch. It relaxes my soul like no any other. Its beautiful brown hair,down to her cute nose and soft lips,down to her still beating heart . It was majestic to see life in its truest form. In the most alive state I could ever imagine. A beating flesh of life seemingly staring at me face to face and then, the beat of what's in front of me gradually stops. Tsskk. It hasn't even been a minute. Oh well! I'll just get another one to play with. It's a moral I can say. As my character evolved and so are my beliefs and values in life. Funny how LIFE works, yesterday I was questioning the value of life but today,the next thing I knew, I was ending lives to see its value.

Destined To Love you

When we were young, we promised to each other that we would get married when we both grew up. I was 11 years old then he was 14. Before they left, that was our promise to each other.But before they could leave the country, an incident occurred.They were hit by a car and he was in the worst condition and as a result he lost his memory. After a few years, his memory gradually returned.And you know what hurts? He thought that the person he had promised to marry before was my sister.And I know my sister likes him.So my sister pretended to be the one he promised to marry. It hurts so much on my part, but I can't do anything.I have to accept that I am no longer the woman he promised to marry, but my sister. But what if one day all his memory returned?what will happen? Will she sacrifice her own happiness and the man she loves for her sister or will she fight and take him back? If you want to know what will happen next, read this story.

The Life I Yearn

Reborn. Reincarnation Premonition. Dream. Or should I say nightmare. I saw a glimpse of my future, my family's future. On that lifetime I'll be the cause of my family's destruction. I'll be the death of them. Kaya gagawin ko ang lahat mabago ang lahat ng yun because that is the life I yearn not just for me but also for my family. Aria_Nee

I'd never thought it was me

The Covenant's Creed

You better stay away from this zone, or else they'll hunt you to death. Read at your own risk....

IT'S ALL ABOUT YOU

It is the part of my life I didn't expect.... Hindi ko inakalang magiging ganito ang buhay ko...Na ang akala kong katapusan...Ay simula palang pala...Na dun palang pala mag sisimula ang kwento ko.. . . .