Novels by Melancholant

(Cole’s POV) Growing up with my half brother was like growing up with a python that's been sizing your weight, waiting for the perfect timing to put you in its stomach. I have always known that he doesn't like me. Not after my father's obvious favoritism towards me. Not after his blunt comparison between the two of us. I have always known that a day would come that he would betray me like this. But I never thought that he could commit something so evil that he would taint his own hands with blood just to get what he wants. He went as far as killing our own father. Something that never crossed my wildest nightmares. The stadium was silent for a moment, the weight of Jade’s words sinking in. Then, murmurs spread like wildfire. People turned to Bryan, their expressions shifting from surprise to disgust. I saw how some of them just wanted to pull out their guns, and shoot him directly, but the guards I had put there myself stopped them. “TRAITOR!” one of the Mafia Leader’s shouted, a

(Bryan’s POV) I stepped into the stadium, with my heart hammering against my ribs. I scanned my eyes around the high profiles in the Underground Society, each of them raising their banners into who they think will win the combat. Red for Bryan. Blue for Cole. I felt my fists clenching as I watched how the bleachers turn into a sea of blue lights. They seemed to have forgotten so fast who sent their invitations to attend here. Some of them even forgot that I’m the reason why my father helped them in the past. I’m the one who transacted with them to get to my father’s office at the time. Not Cole… I am. I was hoping that with those kind gestures, they would stand by me when this time comes. But looking at the boards rising around the stadium, I can tell that most of them are still in favor of Cole. No matter what they thought he did. No matter how much effort I exerted just to make him the fucking bad guy! I checked the transparent knu

(Bryan’s POV) I sat stiffly beside Cole on the two high-backed chairs with elaborate carvings before the sea of guests. I have been tapping my fingers against my thigh as I scanned my eyes around the room. There’s a hint of nervousness on my face that I’m trying so hard to hide by acting cool. But it’s just not working at all. I see how most of them are looking for Cole instead of me. They seemed really astonished by their presence. It’s funny how the majority of them were congratulating me a few seconds ago. Now, they don’t even pay attention to me at all. Didn’t the expensive wine’s flavor last a long time? How could they change their decisions so fast about this voting event? This was supposed to be my moment. A smooth transition of power from Lord Roberto to me. A flawless victory. But now, thanks to Cole, it’s turning into a fucking joke. I gritted my teeth as I stole a glance at him. He’s sitting beside me i

(Bryan’s POV) I glanced around the grand hall confidently. The entire place is alive with conversation and laughter of the guests. I can hear the clinking of their expensive glasses filling the place. The big chandeliers in the room just make everything look more luxurious. I moved through the crowd effortlessly with a practiced smile plastered on my face. I have been personally serving the guests their wine. Each bottle costs more than most people make in a year, but for these people, it’s nothing. They expect this kind of treatment. I’m not exactly complaining. As a matter of fact, I think it’s better for them to be materialistic. At least, I know exactly what to give them just to earn their support. Money is never a problem to a Hitwell like me. “Give me five more of those,” I said to the waiter who had been tailing me as I circled around the place. He nodded promptly before walking back to the wine chamber.

(Cole’s POV) I can’t breathe. The revelation is just too much for me to bear. I felt my fists clenched so tight that my nails dig into my own palms, but I barely feel the pain. My father’s death wasn’t an accident. Bryan killed him. My own brother. I grabbed the nearest chair and threw it against the wall. It shattered on impact, but it did nothing to calm the rage burning inside me. I want to rip Bryan apart. I want to watch him suffer the way he made our father suffer. How could he do something so evil?! “I’m going to kill him,” I growled. Butler Francis didn’t even flinch. He was just standing near the fireplace with his arms crossed, watching me like he’s been expecting this reaction. Why is he just telling me this now?! He should have told the moment he found out that Bryan was poisoning him! I frantically grabbed his collar, feeling the storm of rage swirling inside of

(Francis’s POV) [A Week Ago] “What is the meaning of this?!” I angrily said, tossing the box towards him. The bottles of arsenic poison dramatically rolled on the floors until it stopped into their scattered clothes on the floor. He glanced at me annoyed. I seemed to have interrupted his intimate moment with Michelle, but I couldn’t care less. Not after I found out that he has been ordering lots of poison from the same company for the last thirteen years. Why on Earth would he buy one thousand bottles of that?! Bryan frantically looked at me, his glares piercing deep into my bones, but that didn’t faze me. I did not raise him all these years to play with something so dangerous. I know how lethal envy could get, but I did not expect this. Where is he using that poison? To whom? His expression changed as soon as he saw the bottles on the tiled floor. He gestured to Michelle to leave the room. I watched him cover him

Czarina's POVMy eyes glared at the guy holding my hand. He stopped me from slapping this bitch?!Pinagtitinginan na kami dito sa auditorium, but I couldn't care less. There's no way I’m going to let this new girl humiliate me in front of everybody. And what? She’s going to snatch my crown? Over my dead, sexy body. She’s not even qualified to compete with me!Just because she’s less ugly doesn't mean she's pretty. “Ano ba?! Let go of me!” I yelled at him. He gave me a stern look before he finally let me yank my hand off him. The hell?! When did he start meddling with my business? He’s usually hinahayaan lang naman ako. Ano’ng problema n’ya ngayon? And what made him think he could touch me?! Nerd!!!“Are you not ashamed of yourself, Czarina? Is this how you set an example as the reigning prom queen?”The lousy SSC president gave me a disappointed look. As if naman I care? And hindi naman ako ang nagsimula. “That bitch attacked me! I was just standing here minding my own business

Gabby's POVMonday…Today is the day.Isang beses ko pa ulit pinagmasdan ang sarili sa salamin bago tuluyang tumayo mula sa vanity table ko at nagspray ng Vanilla scent kong pabango.“Hmmm…” mahinang sabi ko habang nakangiti. “Smells like cupcakes and marshmallows.”Bitbit ang cute kong handbag ay confident akong lumabas ng kwarto para salabungin ang Mama kong mas excited pa yata sa’kin. Bitbit pa n’ya ang lunch bag ko na s’ya mismo ang nagprepare.“Anak, nariyan na ang sundo mo. Sige na at baka malate ka pa.”Inabot n’ya sa’kin ang pink na lunch bag.

Gabby's POV“Haagh! Haagh! Haagh!” hinihingal na sabi ko habang pinipilit tapusin ang hip thrust reps ko.Agad akong bumagsak sa sahig matapos kong mabuo ang 5 sets at 15 reps na leg exercise. Medyo nangingig pa nga ang legs ko dahil sa ngalay pero ayos lang dahil alam kong super laki na naman nh glutes ko nito pagkatapos.Usually naman ay hindi ako nahihirapan ng ganito tapusin ang routine ko pero dahil dinadagdagan ko ang plates ay mas naging challenging s’ya.Gano’n naman talaga dapat kapag nag-eexercise.You should gradually increase the difficulty ‘cause you’re not gaining if there's no pain.“Good job, Gabby.”Pagod akong

Gabby's POVGustuhin ko mang umakyat ng kwarto at magpahinga ay hindi ko magawang maiwan si Mama kasama si Sergio. Kailangan ko kasing pakinggan ang bawat tanong ni Mama sa kanya at baka may nakakahiya na pa lang sinasabi ang Nanay ko nang hindi ko alam.“Naku! Ang galing mo naman pa lang binata ka. Ikaw ang SSC President ng school ninyo?” Bakas ang mangha sa boses ni Mama habang nakangiting nakikinig kay Sergio. Ako ang nahihiya sa ginagawa ng n’ya. Jusko!Paano ba naman ay nakapangalawang baba pa si Mama sa lamesa na para bang nakikinig s’ya sa storytelling ng crush n’ya. Habang ako anman ay ito at hindi man lang magawang hilamusan ang mukha ko sa takot na may masabing nakakahiya si Mama. “Hindi naman po.”“Ang unique rin ng name mo, ha? Sergio. May Spanish roots ka ba?” Gusto ko na langn talaga busalan ang bibig ni Mama. Feeling close na kasi s’ya masyado kay Sergio. Eh hindi naman kami friends! Huhuhu.“May Mexican roots po ang father side ko.”“Wow! Kaya pala mukha kang Latin—”

Gabby's POVTahimik lang akong nakayakap sa likuran habang pinapaandar ni Sergio ang motorsiklo. Malamig ang hangin na sumasampal sa mukha ko pero hindi ko alintana iyon dahil mainit naman ang katawan n’ya. Minsan talaga naiisip ko kung isa ba s’ya sa mga anghel ni Lord. Paano ba naman kasi ay sa tuwing may nangyayaring kamalasan sa buhay ko palaging s’yang sumusulpot na parang kabute para iligtas ako. Kagaya na lang ngayon. Paano naman s’ya napadpad sa lugar ng Tita ko ngayon?“Ahh… Sergio?”Sinilip ko s’ya mula sa side mirror. Nakapokus lang s’ya sa daan pero nakita ko ang bahagyang paggalaw ng mga mata n’ya na tila ba sinisilip din ako sa salamin. “What?”“Ahmm…” Humigpit ang kapit ko sa upuan ng motorsiklo. “Ano pa lang ginagawa mo rito?”Hindi nakaligtas sa mga mata ko ang gumuhit na ngisi sa mga labi n’ya. “Do you think I’m following you?” Awtomatikong namula ang buong mukha ko sa sinabi n’ya. Hindi naman kasi iyon ang gusto kong palabasin. Curious lang naman talaga ako! Bak

Gabby's POVSiguro nga ay ipinanganak lang talaga ako para gawing katatawanan ng lahat ng tao. Hindi ko rin maintindihan kung ano ba ang ginawa ko para mangyari sa’kin ang lahat ng kamalasan sa Mundo.Hindi naman mahirap ang hinihingi ko, ‘di ba? Gusto ko lang naman na i-trato nila ako ng normal.Pero dahil lang sa mataba ako… hindi na nila ako magawang irespeto. Na parang nawalan na ako ng karapatan maging tao oras na lumampas sa 50 kilograms ang timbang ko. Awtomatiko na akong nawalan ng karapatan maging maganda. Ultimo paglalagay ko ng kolorete sa mukha ay nagawan nila ng paraan kutyain. Talaga ba? Baboy na may suot na lipstick. “Tita Ellen!” suway ni Mama sa matanda. Lumapit pa ito at pumagitna sa aming dalawa na akala mo naman ay dadaganan ko si Lola Ellen dahil sa sinabi n’ya. “Grabe naman po kayo sa anak ko. Hindi naman po ‘ata tama na pagsabihan ninyo ng gan’yan ang bata.”Tumaas ang manipis na kilay ng matandang babae. “At bakit hindi? Ilang taon na ba iyan para hindi mak