Sidelined Sub Indo

The Protagonist of the story : Fayth Aurora Valentino is just another average teenager. She is the epitome of the word introvert, who would rather be buried in her books than do anything else. She was hoping to complete her senior with very little problems and finally be able to attend the universities of her dreams. But what happens when suddenly the ground beneath her feet opens up wide and suddenly she is falling into an endless void. A fourth war that threatens to finish the last set of humans, breaks all over the world and this time, hope is something that is no longer existent. A girl who was always cocooned is thrown right in the middle of a battlefield, fighting for something that she doubts will survive any longer. Fighting for the people who will ultimately betray her. The lines between right and wrong get so blurred that she often slips. Hurting strangers to protect the ones she loves, is it right or wrong? Is a question that looms over her head all the time. Enemies become friends, while the ones she trusted the most stab her in the back, literally. Fayth finds herself turning into someone that she isn’t sure whether she loves or hates. Everywhere she turns she finds herself losing the people she loves. Everything seems to be drawing out her energy leaving behind an empty shell made up of only pain and sorrow.

Married for five years, Lorenzo, the underboss of the Moretti family, had never been without a woman. He found my “noble lady” posture stiff and vanilla. Dancers from Trinacria, headliners from the city’s nightclubs, his rotating stream of mistresses could fill the entire estate. Yet whenever I was displeased, whether it was throwing drinks or kicking someone out, Lorenzo never intervened. He’d only lit his cigar with casual amusement and said, “Relax. It’s just fun. No one can touch your position.” Then a clumsy, naive maid appeared. Unlike the others, she wasn’t flashy. However, when Lorenzo returned, bloodied, she’d hand him a cup of warm tea, her eyes red-rimmed. She watched him with pure admiration while he handled the family business. Lorenzo said the estate felt cold and lifeless except for her. He said only when she panicked did he feel like a hero being needed, rather than just a husband in a political marriage. Until she accidentally broke an antique vase left by my mother… Before I could react, Lorenzo stepped in and shielded her trembling form, glaring at me as if I were the enemy. “What’s wrong with you? If you’re crazy, go see a shrink. Don’t scare her like a rabid dog!” Watching his careful, protective expression, I smiled. I guess it was time for the Moretti family underboss to be replaced.

She was lost, nowhere to be found. So, he began to find her. Little did he know she was just there all along hiding beneath the sea.(This story involves Philippine Mythology, but I altered some things for the plot to work out, thanks!)

Labeebah Sheriff, known as 'BeebahShe' in the south and simply 'Beebah' in the north is your girl-next-door actress, likes to hide indoors but has enough vanity to see herself grace the screens. When tragedy strikes, Labeebah isn't surprised because to her, what could be more tragic that having an unsupportive partner? So she plunges herself harder into her work and leaves him to his antics. But how does she deal when she ends up in a wheelchair and has only her thoughts for company? What will she do? How will she even let light come back to her life? Misfortunate is Labeebah's fate.

Year XX26 when a plane had gone missing. No one has heard from it since then. Search parties were called off and passengers were declared dead. People tried calling out to them through their phones. They hear it ring but no one answers. Nathalia Trayce's father was on that plane and she's determined to find out where or what exactly happened to him; by going to the place that her father was suppose to go. Hoping to find more clues, she boarded a plane passing through the Pacific Ocean when an unexpected thing happened; their plane crashed and they suddenly found themselves in an underwater land. The Atlantis, where they found out that they were responsible for the missing planes in order to save them from the government. At least, those who posses Atlantean genes - a superior gene that help improve their physical and mental abilities. But why can Nathalie hear the thoughts of sea creatures - an ability that is suppose to be for Byron, who's the said reincarnated demigod? Trained by an Atlantean general named Skyr, and learning that her ex-bestfriend, Trei, was actually one of the Atlantean rebels. Nathalia had to choose which side to take. Or in her case, who to believe.

Four years into our long-distance relationship, I am on a video call with my girlfriend, Vivian Selby, when her study partner, Sam Caldecott, walks into the frame. He presses his lips together before saying, "Ryan, Vivian still hasn't finished her practice questions yet." I freeze for a second, and before I can tell him we'll only talk for ten minutes, he speaks again. "Oh, by the way, I deleted those celebrity gossip articles you sent her earlier. They're nothing but distractions that keep her from her work." He smiles faintly and adds, "Hope you don't mind." Vivian lowers her head and keeps flipping through her textbook without saying a word. I sit there in shock, thinking about all the things I've sent her before—sunset photos, pictures of street food, and the new game console I bought. She's never replied to any of them. So, they've all been deleted before she even sees them. My chest tightens, and a suffocating heaviness settles over me. Vivian finally looks up and says, "Sam was just trying to help keep me focused. There's nothing wrong with that." Sam suddenly leans close to the screen and lowers his voice. "I heard your SAT score wasn't exactly impressive, while Vivian was one of the top scorers." He pauses, as if choosing his words carefully. "She always says she wants to go to grad school in the same city as you. But given the gap between you two, she has to make compromises and lower her expectations." After saying that, he steps back beside Vivian and gently pats her on the shoulder, saying, "Don't worry. I'll be here with you." Vivian turns her head and nods at him. The look in her eyes is warm and natural, as if she has long been used to having him by her side. My throat tightens. A suffocating pressure slowly builds in my chest. "Get some rest early then," I say, forcing myself to stay composed before ending the call. I stare at the last message I sent her. "It's raining today. Don't forget to put on a jacket." There's still no reply. But this silence isn't new. It is the same silence I've grown used to over the past four years. It turns out she's always there, just never for me.