MasukHi mga palangga Hindi ko alam kung paano ko sisimulan ang kwentong ito. Siguro dahil hindi naman ito kwento ng ibang tao. Ito ay tungkol sa akin. Sa lahat ng mga salitang aking isinulat, sa lahat ng mga karakter na binigyan ko ng buhay, sa lahat ng mga emosyon na aking ipinasa sa mga pahina ngayon, ako naman ang nasa harap ng sariling salamin Ako ang kwento. Ako ang manunulat. At ako rin ang mambabasa ng sarili kong buhay. Lumaki ako na hindi laging sigurado sa direksyon ko. May mga araw na alam ko kung ano ang gusto ko, pero mas marami ang mga araw na parang nawawala ako sa gitna ng mga tanong na wala akong sagot Parang tao na naglalakad sa madilim na kalsada, umaasa na sa dulo ay may liwanag na maghihintay. Doon ko natagpuan ang pagsusulat. Hindi dahil gusto ko lang magkwento. Kundi dahil may mga bagay na hindi ko kayang sabihin nang direkta. May mga emosyon na mas madali kong isinasalin sa mga karakter kaysa sabihin sa sarili ko. At unti-unti, doon ako nagsimulang humin
Sa bawat salitang aking isinulat, may bitbit itong lihim na pagod at pag-asa, mga salitang lumalakad sa pagitan ng dilim at liwanag, parang pusong hindi alam kung susuko ba o magpapatuloy pa. May mga gabing ang mundo ay tahimik, ngunit ang isip ko ay maingay na parang bagyong hindi mapigil, doon ko natutuklasan ang mga salitang hindi ko nasasabi sa araw, mga damdaming hindi ko maipaliwanag kahit sa sariling anino. Ako’y manunulat ng mga kwentong hindi laging perpekto, ngunit totoo dahil doon sila humihinga, sa gitna ng mga sugat, sa pagitan ng mga pangarap, at sa mga pahinang puno ng mga tanong na walang tiyak na sagot. May mga pagkakataong ako’y napapahinto, hindi dahil wala nang kwento, kundi dahil ang kwento ay masyadong mabigat dalhin, parang mundong nakapatong sa balikat ng isang pagod na kaluluwa. Ngunit sa bawat pagod, may dahilan para bumangon, sa bawat katahimikan, may bulong ng panibagong simula, at sa bawat pagtalikod, may paalala na bumalik, dahil ang mga
Hello Before anything else, I want to thank you for always being here reading, supporting, and patiently waiting for every story I share. Your presence means more than I can ever properly express in words. Every message, every reaction, and every quiet “waiting for update” reminds me that my stories don’t exist in isolation. They live because you choose to stay with them. And today, I want to speak to you not about a completed story… but about something that is still in the making. Something new. Something unfinished. Something that is not yet available on any app or platform because it is still being carefully shaped, written, and developed with all the attention it deserves. This is a special invitation… Not to read it yet but to wait for it with me. There is a new story coming. It is a story that is still in progress. A story that is still finding its full voice. A story that is not yet ready to be released but is already alive in my mind and heart. And I wan
To My Dear Readers, If you’ve made it this far if you’ve stayed, supported, and felt every word I’ve written then this invitation is especially for you. Stories have a way of connecting us. They bring us into worlds we’ve never lived in, introduce us to people who feel real despite existing only on pages, and allow us to experience emotions we sometimes don’t even realize we carry. And if you’ve been part of my journey as a writer, then you already know that every story I create holds a piece of me. Now, I want to invite you to step into more of those worlds. More stories. More emotions. More unforgettable characters. Because while one story may end or pause, there are always others waiting to be discovered. Let me take you there. ✨ WHEN DESIRE BECOMES A SIN (COMPLETED STORY) If you’re looking for a story that is intense, emotional, and unapologetically bold, this one is for you. This is not just a love story it’s a journey through temptation, consequences, and the fine line
Hi This is one of the hardest letters I’ve had to write. Not because I don’t know what to say but because I know that no matter how carefully I choose my words, it won’t fully make up for the silence I left behind. To those of you who followed the story of Lucas Villarreal and Joanna Wilson… I’m sorry. I’m sorry for the updates that stopped coming. I’m sorry for the unanswered questions, the unfinished moments, and the story that seemed to pause without warning. And most of all, I’m sorry for making you wait. I know that when you invest your time in a story, it becomes more than just something to read. It becomes something you look forward to. Something you carry with you. Something that lingers in your thoughts long after you’ve put your phone down or closed the page. Lucas and Joanna were never just characters. They were a story that many of you believed in. A story you rooted for. A story you stayed for. And I understand how frustrating and even disappointing it must ha
To My Dear Readers, I don’t think “thank you” will ever feel like enough but it’s the only place I know to begin. From the very first page to the final line of this story, you were there. You gave your time, your attention, your emotions, and your heart to something that once existed only in my thoughts. And that alone means more to me than I could ever fully put into words. This story was never just about Amethyst and Ezekiel. It was about change. About the quiet, complicated ways people grow not in grand, dramatic moments, but in the small, almost invisible shifts that happen over time. It was about learning to let go of control, to trust, to soften without losing strength. It was about finding something real in the middle of chaos. And the truth is, stories like this only come alive because of readers like you. Every scene you imagined. Every line that made you pause. Every moment that made your chest tighten, your heart ache, or your lips smile… You completed this story j
Alexander’s POV Her scent… the heat of her skin… the way her fingers clung to me tight, trembling, desperate every bit of it poured gasoline on the fire already burning in my veins. Every touch from her told me how much she needed this, how much she needed me. She slid her hand to the back of m
Alexander’s POV I didn’t leave the hospital. I waited for a long time I lost track of minutes or hours just sitting in the hallway, my hands clasped together, staring at the door of the observation room. Every sound around me the footsteps of the nurses, the quiet conversations at the recepti
Alexander’s POV SA OSPITAL Nang makarating kami, halos tumakbo ako palabas ng kotse. Binuhat ko siya palabas, ramdam ko ang lamig ng kamay niya at ang hirap ng paghinga niya. Nagsisigaw ako ng tulong bago pa ako makapasok sa ER. “Help! Please—she’s not responding properly! She’s shaking ple
Alexander’s POV 8:30 PM — BGC, Makati. Sa tuktok ng isang high-end rooftop bar ginaganap ang event ng isa sa mga kumpanya ko. Magagara ang ilaw, mamahalin ang alak, at bawat sulok ng venue ay punô ng mga taong may pangalan negosyante, investors, socialites lahat sanay magdikta ng kwento at direk







