Fictional Birthdays

May mga islang hindi mo mahahanap sa mapa. At may mga gabi na hindi kailanman pwedeng ikuwento. Siya—isang dalagang nangangarap ng katahimikan. Siya—isang lalaking matagal nang ginugupo ng mga alaala. Isang gabi. Isang kasunduan. Isang halik na hindi na mabubura. Akala nilang pareho, panandalian lang ang lahat. Hanggang sa lumitaw ang katotohanang kay tagal nang itinatago—at may isang pangalan na hindi dapat banggitin sa isla. Sa Euphoria, lahat may presyo. At ang ilang halik… may kapalit na buhay. This story involves themes of luxury companionship, sex work, and high-profile desire—served with a shot of fiction and a twist of imagination. Rated R18+ All characters, events, and situations in this story are purely fictional and stem from the author’s imagination. Any similarities to real people, stories, or existing works—published or unpublished—are entirely coincidental and unintentional. This story is a personal creation meant to explore unique emotional and psychological journeys. It is not intended to imitate, copy, or reflect the narrative or structure of any other existing work. Please respect the author’s creative freedom, and enjoy this story for what it is: a work of fiction born from heart, imagination, and curiosity.

“I’m dead once my brother finds out about us,” I said, staring up at Ian from his bed, the sheets still warm around my naked body. He didn’t even flinch. Just lit a cigarette and said, “Then don’t let him find out.” Cold. Detached. That was Ian. I called it ‘nonchalant’ to make myself feel better. I should’ve known better. But girls like me, we grow up reading about fictional men who break rules for love. Who change for love. I thought he would be one of them. The sex was good. I thought he felt something too. The way he touched me… the way he looked at me when no one else was watching.. To be honest, it wasn’t worth it.  My brother would always say, “To every action, there’s a consequence, either good or bad, you can’t escape it.” My name is Eve. I was eighteen when I gave myself to my brother’s best friend. He was twenty-five and never called me by name unless he needed something.  This is the story of how I mistook desire for love…

The story of Natasha Penelope Cruz who grew up in the fictional town of Delengade, a city divided into three fractions the upper class also known as the Elite the middle class known as the subs and the lower class known as the outcast The story follows the constant to constant battle between the elite and the subs Natasha is a girl from the middle class part of town All her life, she dreams of attending Delengade College for the Elites and the subs even against her family's wish, she eventually gets in with her best friend, Layla. All Natasha wants is a chance to have a better life for herself and her family and the rest of the middle class but Natasha is unprepared for the brutal and harsh realities the middle class went through at the university. An unfortunate run in with Sasha Bullocks, the upper class society's second richest results in the attempted murder of Natasha. Natasha is presumed dead by everyone else but she returns from the dead five years later to exact revenge on everyone who hurt her including Peter Melton, the boy she fell in love with years ago believing he had a hand in what was done to her. A story of friendship, love, betrayal, power and revenge. What happens when she returns to exact her revenge?