Come What May Mga Nobela at Kwento

Old woman: What's your name young man? Chris: Christopher Hunt ma'am. Old woman: I'm Mallory Stevenson. You can call me Mell. Chris: Okay then you can call me Chris. Mallory: So, what's troubling you so much? If you would like to talk about it? Chris: Oh it's fine. But what do you mean? Mallory: It's written all over your face. I was shocked, she just read my face. Is it that's easy to read my face? Mallory: Is it about a girl?

Who was Homat? I stood behind the shelf wondering who ‘Homat’ was. A foul smell suddenly filled the office. It smelt so awful that I was tempted to break my cover and run out of the office, but I held my breath for as long as I could until it was safe to breathe normally again. “...Daisy… I think those tacos are coming back to haunt me.” Rebecca said as if she was on the phone. There was no chance of peeping. There was a whole wooden block surrounding me with zero peeping spaces.

That day, William sat alone in a small café on the outskirts of town. He observed each person entering, hoping to catch a glimpse of Keyza's face. Suddenly, the café door swung open, and a woman walked in. William could hardly believe his eyes. It was Keyza! Keyza smiled broadly as she saw William. She walked over to the table where William was sitting and sat across from him. William was surprised and overjoyed to see her. His heart fluttered, as if seeing the sun shining again after heavy rain.