Ｄｉｓｇｕｉｓｅ 3: Ｔｈｅ Ｄｒａｇｏｎ Ｐｉｃｔｕｒｅ.     Ｓｔａｓｉａ'ｓ ＰｏＶ   The driver stopped the van right in front of Montalano University. I haven’t entered the school premises yet, but I’ve already experienced a bit of how prestigious it is just with their black, 12-18-seater luxury van which I guess is a Korean manufactured Hyundai Grand Starex. As far as I could remember, it costs approximately 2.3 million Pesos.   I tried to fix myself but nothing seemed to change. When I got off the van, a strong wind came and blew my fake hair---that I tried to comb earlier---towards my face. As expected, I was fetched by an old man in tuxedo past seven-thirty. Wong left, after handing me the food he bought, a few minutes earlier.   "Magandang araw po," magalang na bati ko sa babaeng sumalubong sa akin sa main entrance ng unibersidad. Kung 'di ako nagkakamali, ang babaeng ‘to ang kabit ni Sandro; ang sekretarya

ＤＩＳＧＵＩＳＥ 5: The Head Master's Death.   Pinunasan ko ang gilid ng aking labi gamit ang panyo at saka ito muling isinuksok sa bulsa. “I’m Hermina Velasco, member of the student council.” Inalok niya ang palad niya at nanginginig ko naman ‘yong tinaggap. Mayroon ding lumapit sa amin na dalawang babae, pawang nakasuot ng college uniform tulad niya. “Stasia po.” I immediately looked down after the handshake. I heard her sigh. “Okay fine. I know you’re shy but you can look at me. I don’t bite,” sinserong aniya. “Yes, girl, she doesn’t bite. Sige na, look at her pretty face!” Napaangat ako ng tingin nang marinig na magsalita ang isa sa dalawang babae. “Oh, hi! I’m Veronica Lazatin,” pakilala niya at kumaway sa akin. Saka ko lamang tuluyang napansin ang mahaba niyang buhok at suot na headband. Sinamaan siya ng tingin ni Hermina. Tinaasan naman niya ito ng isang kilay. "I’m Aleha Mai Cruz." 'Yong babaeng bilugan ang mga mat

Ｒｅｄ Ｄｒａｇｏｎ Ｈｅｌｌ Ｍａｆｉａ Ｆａｍｉｌｙ Ｔｈｅ Ｈｅｉｒ   Location: Montalano Mansion. Somewhere in Manila.   Ｔｈｉｒｄ Ｐｅｒｓｏｎ'ｓ P o V   “Did you pay them?” Rolanzo, in his red business suit, turned towards his son, brows raised as he waited for an answer. “No. You know I can control them, right?” “Yes, we know, Raizel. But we should at least pay them as gratitude for what they did.” The heels of her black stilettos made noise while she made her way inside the huge family lounge. The woman’s eyes met Mr. Montalano’s and on her lips curved a smile. An off-shoulder, ruched, maroon bodycon dress hugged her figure, hips swayed elegantly as her brunette waves dangled down her exposed shoulders. She halted her slow catwalk right beside the single leather sofa where Raizel sat, elbows leaning over his knees and chin above his intertwined fingers.   The young Montalano clicked his tongue. “

ＤＩＳＧＵＩＳＥ 8: ＭＡＪＥＳＴＹ   Ｓｔａｓｉａ Ｐｅｒｅｚ'ｓ ＰｏＶ'   Nagbato ito ng tuloy-tuloy na sipa na pumaikot-ikot siya habang sinusugod niya ako. Bullet kick. Sinalo ko lahat ng atakeng binabato niya, binibigyan siya ng tyansa na ipakita nito ang galing at kung gaano ito kalakas dahil sa ginawa nitong kagagohan sa akin nakuhaan niya ako ng interes. Interes na patayin siya. Napaatras at nalasahan ko ang sariling dugo ng sinundan niya ng turning roundhouse kick kaya napuruhan ang panga ko na parang nauga pa ang suot kong pustiso. Isang ngisi ang pumorma sa aking labi nang mabasa ko ang susunod na atake ni f*cker bago pa ito muling makapuntos. Ramdam na ramdam ko ang gigil niya sa bawat atakeng iginagawad nito sa akin. At ang mas mas nakakatawa? Ni isa ay wala kaming suot na pang suporta para sa laban na ito. Para makita ang abilidad ng bawat isa na ‘di umaasa sa mga proteksyong ito.  No one believe me when I challenged the f*cker. W

Ｄｉｓｇｕｉｓｅ 9: ＶＥＮＯＭ   Raizel followed where the fragrance was coming from. He let his foot travelled towards the scent, and with each of his step, his heart kept pounding loudly. He stopped his tracks and found himself standing in the front door of the gymnasium. His lips is slightly parted while breathing heavily, too ecstatic that he will finally meet the girl he treasured the most. He closed the gap between the space of his lips, forming a thin line. He felt like a lump was suddenly formed in the center of his throat, he is anxious. He swallowed hard and put a hand on his chest as if to stop his heart from its loud beating. His face felt warm, a tinge of red noticeable on both of his cheeks. His eyes sparkled with hope, yearning to cage the woman he loves in his arms again.   'The smell is coming from... here?' he asked on the back of his mind. He is a bit confused, yet devoted to see where the owner of the smell can be found. He gulped for