Feel Good Pilipinas Novels & Stories

L extended his hand to Patrice. Patrice rolled her eyes and opened the locker. L smiled as he placed the books in. Patrice locked it and faced L. “Come on?” She asked. L nodded and started to walk behind Patrice. He is smiling. Damn, the cold Lance Kim is smiling widely in this dismissal time. Trust me, all the girls who saw him smile are melting in joy. Melting in ‘Kilig’-ness (A/N: Kilig is a Filipino term for giddy, excited, etc.)

god this girl " Huff finally that monster Jiju went away ...... Yaa ....oooo yes....OOOOO...yes.....oooooo....yes...." My panda was jumping on the bed while shouting in happiness. I am feeling too lonely ... because I can't share my fear with anyone ... Everyone is happy for this marriage but the funny thing is that the one whose marriage is ....is not happy ... Yaa my panda ,my friends, me and my brother we are not happy for this marriage. Ohhhh god please save me ...hahaha. ...opps sorry ...you are the one who made him my soulmate but please give me strength ...

After that we do the family hug! Best day in our lives. Thank you G! ♡~♥~♡ Huhu it makes me cry!! They're now okayy.... (Kulang nalang kasal!! Hihihi) By the way how was it? Does it makes you happy? Sad? Tell me... Hihi. Don't forget to: Vote Comment Share! Thankss!! Jaxxanee14

She sighed, closing the magazine and holding it to her chest, allowing herself a brief moment of longing before tucking it away, along with the memories it had stirred. Pampanga is a province in Central Luzon, famously known as the Culinary Capital of the Philippines. Its rich culinary heritage, passed down through generations, is celebrated not just locally but across the country. For Isla, the mention of Pampanga always brought a sense of pride and nostalgia. It was her home, the place where her dreams were born and where her story with Vincent began. Seeing Vincent in the magazine reminded her of how deeply their shared roots were tied to this province, where food was more than just suste

There are also live bands here to entertain us and I listen to them gladly. Even if the sun is too hot, I didn't feel how tired I am. In fact I am enjoying with this trip. Towards the end of the trip, the boat I'm in stopped in a platform full of Filipina women and children dressed in a traditional clothing, singing and dancing for the tourists. Because I was so impressed with them, I donated a big amount for them. Just by seeing them, my heart is overflowing with joy and I am so proud that I am a Filipino.

Kai couldn't help but smile at her playful insistence, feeling a rush of happiness at her unexpected presence. "Oo, hindi ako nakalimot. Papakasalan kita (Yeah, I haven't forgotten. I'll marry you)," Kai replied, his tone carrying a hint of slang, causing Blessie's eyes to widen in surprise. "Hey! When did you learn to understand and speak Filipino?" Blessie exclaimed in response, her disbelief evident. The two of them shared a moment of laughter, their conversation flowing effortlessly as if they had never been apart. "You never fail to make my birthday less miserable. Thank you, Blessie," Kai said with a warm smile, holding her tightly in his arms.

O nasa ibang bansa na ako? Napayakap ako ng sarili dahil sa bugso ng malamig na hangin. Malakas din ang alon at walang katao-tao sa paligid. The place was like a ghost-town, literally. Yung babae na tumawag lang nga ata sa akin ang tao rito. Right. Paano ba ako makakabalik sa Pilipinas?

Dahil mahilig ako sa suka ay sinubukan ko iyon. “This is my new favorite!” masayang pag amin ko sa kanya at sunod na kumuha ulit ng panibago. “I’m glad I was the one to introduce you to that …”nakahalukipkip siya, tapos na ata sa pagkain. My heart is happy, I just don’t know if it’s because of this isaw, or the happiness on Philip’s face or the fact that isaw was introduced by this guy beside me, I don’t know!

Abby's POV: The moment I stepped out of the plane, I feel the familiar heat I missed for two years. The noise of the people scattered around didn't bothers me while my mind is going somewhere. The genuine smile of my fellow Filipinos shows like they are very optimistic and strong. I miss this feeling. A feeling like finally, I'm home. "I miss you Philippines." I whispered in the air. "He misses you too, darling. Don't worry." Mom said and I didn't notice her presence behind me.

I'm just glad no one else is home yet. I drop my bag beside my door and jump straight to my bed. I reach for my laptop and place it in the bedside drawer. I set it on my lap and press the power button. I open my socials and check out what is happening around me. I see so many of my "friends" and mutuals sharing and retweeting posts about Anya Moore having a second concert tomorrow (or what pun-ists say, "She's having 'Moore' concert." I have lost hope in humanity at this point.) They said this is for those who did not attend the concert yesterday and almost everyone at school is attending. Everyone is celebrating and thanking Anya for it. It's trending at number one worldwide, and her songs