How Does The Love Alarm App Work?

CREATE YOUR OWN MR. RIGHT Weeks before Valentine's, seventeen-year-old Kate Lapuz goes through her first ever breakup, but soon she stumbles upon a mysterious new app called My Dream Boyfriend, an AI chatbot that has the ability to understand human feelings. Casually, she participates in the app's trial run but finds herself immersed in the empathic conversations with her customizable virtual boyfriend, Ecto. In a society both connected and alienated by technology, Kate suspects an actual secret admirer is behind Ecto. Could it be the work of the techie student council president Dion or has Kate really found her soulmate in bits of computer code? She decides to get to the bottom of the cutting-edge app. Her search for Ecto's real identity leads Kate to prom, where absolute knowledge comes with a very steep price.

Is it LOVE? Really? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Two brothers separated by fate, and now fate brought them back together. What will happen to them? How do they unlock the questions behind their separation? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Five years into my marriage to Camille York, her boy toy leans against her during our family Christmas dinner and smirks at me. "Sorry about last night, Mr. Fuller. Cami kept me up way too late." Everyone assumes I'll lose it, that I'll lunge at him and ruin the entire evening. But Camille just glances lazily at the love score hovering above my head, utterly sure of herself. "He won't do a thing. He's crazy about me." What she doesn't know is that the number she sees is frozen at its highest point.

I was an absolute psycho when it came to the person I loved. As it turned out, we were the same kind of people. By day, I was her poker-faced secretary. By night, I would harass and spam her with hundreds of messages using my alternate account. When my feelings were rejected once again through my alt account, I abused my access at work and installed 138 hidden cameras in her house out of spite. Following a month-long observation of Tia from every angle, I discovered that she was planning to imprison her crush. Green with envy, I gave her a suggestion from my alt account. “I’d bought the sturdiest set of chains before. Practically escape-proof. Your crush isn’t going anywhere once he steps into your place. “For sharing the recommendation, can you date me for a month? That’s all I’m asking.” I sent her the link to purchase the chains, only to be met with silence. Just when I thought Tia would never give me the time of day, I woke up to find that I was held captive. The chain around my ankle was the one I’d recommended. Every one of the 138 hidden cameras at Tia’s place featured me on the monitor. I was dumbstruck. What was going on? Was I the one Tia’d planned to imprison? Was I her crush? Amid my surprise, Tia responded to my alt account. “Your chains came in handy, but sorry, I can’t date you. My secretary’s the only one for me.”

Love is a very beautiful feeling and we all want to feel it and be with the person we love but is it that easy as it is to say?Join the journey of our characters to know how they wrote their own love saga

I am someone with a strong desire to share every little detail with my lover. The blush of dawn outside the safe house window, a slightly-too-bitter espresso, the new flower shop on the corner. Even if Carlo's shadow just flickered through my mind for a moment, I couldn't stop myself from hitting send. His replies were always brief, but they were instant. I used to think that was just how a cold man like him showed his love. That all changed seven days before the wedding, when I found an AI auto-responder on the burner phone he never let out of his sight. It broke down every sentence I sent, categorizing them and extracting keywords to generate the most perfectly dismissive answers. When I said I missed him, it replied, "Behave." When I said I was scared, it replied, "I'll handle it." When I wanted to argue, it replied, "Be sensible." So, for half a year, the one replying to my messages was never Carlo. Meanwhile, in another chat window, the messages between him and another woman were piled high. From simple good mornings to random midnight thoughts, From secret talks about family business to whether they should take the yacht out on the weekend. I finally understood. Carlo wasn't a cold person. It wasn't that he didn't like to share his life; he just didn't want to share it with me. And I finally decided to make a heartbroken exit from this absurd charade.