Cliche Tagalog Halimbawa

Criasha Von Pierre is a normal high school student. The only problem she has is about money. Her life became even harder when she started to attend school in the famous Sysfairóno Academy, an elite school known to be made only for rich people. And then she met Maddox... "You're the one who kissed me! Take responsibility, darling." A conglomerate's son, Maddox Lucas Vasileía, bumped into Criasha one night and discovered a secret she desperately hides. But it wasn't only her, Maddox has a secret too. It started off as a cliche, but it ended and faded into nothing. It would take a thousand words to describe the summary of their story. Can they get out of their deal with no excess feelings at all? Will friendships and love bloom? Or will all efforts and events lead to doom? This is the story of Maddox and Criasha. The story of their love-hate relationship... WARNING: This book is NOT YET edited.

Growing up as a beautiful, smart, and obedient daughter, Auva Fermentera is like the perfect child that all parents desire to have. With all the money that her family has, it seems like there is nothing they can’t afford to have. But soon later, Auva realizes that it is not true when her family opposes her dream to pursue painting. Obeying them at first, Auva learns to stand up for herself when she was blamed of her engagement being cancelled as her fiancé runs away. A very cliche move. Only to find out that he is hiding in the same place she decided to start her new life. A place which will be like their canvas while they paint each other’s life. With every stroke of their paint, a bunch of colorful memories come together. But it only takes one event that made their paint brush break which stains their built memories. Will they try to fix it? Or will they let it be as it is?

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" "It is." "Please don't pull that with me." "Pull what?" "That." She pointed at my face. "Where I explain how pretty everything looks and you say yes but you would be referring to me." She waved her hands in the air, explaining. "It's cliche and kinda getting old." "Would you prefer I do this instead?" I pinned a loose strand behind her ear, my palm roamed her soft features and also on her lips. "Or this?" I leaned in to steal a kiss, stopping midway to see if she'd stop me and she didn't. I couldn't help the tiny smirk that lay on my lips after. "Aren't you going to stop me?" My raspy voice whispered in her ear. She shivered, unconsciously leaning into me for warmth. I stopped her fingers as she tried to wrap them around my neck. ********** She's not the bad girl he thought she was. He's not the good boy she thought he was.