Judas Cradle

Blood and mayhem sends Charlie Brown, on a trail of a criminal. A night hunt leads her to the city's cradle of debauchery, Sin City and there she meets a man who all but intrigues her. Dangerous and flirtatious, he brings a lot of trouble. Simple rules, easy life is his motto. Maddox Black has worked as a successful business owner dealing with a repertoire of clientele who can't afford a scandal. With the attractive FBI agent showing up at his door, he's willing to do anything to get rid of her. Entangled in a web of secrets and lies, they learn that while different on the surface, they have more in common than anyone would think. In a world full of chaos, where money and power rule, Charlie and Maddox yearn to break free, but a string of events that began before either of them were involved threatens to destroy them instead

To mend his broken heart and forget his ex-fiancée, Jasson Luther decided to go back to the island of Isla Lutherio, where he was born and raised. Nonetheless, instead of resting and easing his thoughts, he grew more upset and concerned when his heart became engaged again— which is when he met Samara, his lady butler, and personal driver's daughter. How can he manage his unwanted feelings toward a young girl? For heaven's sake, Samara is eighteen years younger than he is. He may be accused of being a cradle snatcher, and he may even be mistaken for a pedophile. And to avoid his unexplainable feelings for the girl, he diverts his attention to others—ladies his age. However, the more he avoids his feelings, the more intense they become. He couldn't stand seeing her dissatisfied and sullen expression towards him. He couldn't help being envious of every male associated with the girl. How long can he hold back his feelings for Samara? Will he be able to let her be with another guy despite their feelings for each other? Or will he be able to fight for his love against Samara’s entire clan?

In the coastal quiet of Baler, a studio is born—not of architecture, but of intention.* Founded by Yam, a poet whose words cradle pain gently, and Franc, an artist who paints tenderness into walls, the studio becomes a refuge for those learning to stay—with grief, love, longing, and themselves. As visitors arrive, they leave behind more than footprints: a sigh recorded in bamboo, a poem tucked into the “Found Letters” shelf, a mural painted in crooked lines. Through zines, tea, silence, and sketchbooks, the studio teaches softness as revolution. Ren creates the *Window of Soft Returns*, an installation of anonymous voice recordings—each whisper forming a community of echoes. Drew builds the *Staircase With No Wrong Turns*, inviting people to walk through emotions without shame. Franc offers brushstrokes as brave work, and Yam curates writing circles that map healing in half sentences. Together, they host festivals that feel like hugs, and they begin traveling their archive, letting softness cross oceans. Even those who once left—like Miguel—return, discovering that some doors never truly close. Others, like Tala, capture the studio’s sound and turn it into a podcast of breath and becoming. Over seventy chapters, the studio transforms into something larger than itself: a mural of memory, a sanctuary for second chances, a place where return is sacred and voice is proof of survival. In the final bloom, the studio stands not as a monument—but as a reminder: > *“Staying isn’t easy. > But chosen together, > it becomes home.”*

Lilienne Winslow "I'm a mess of warm chaos but I won't let you see it in my eyes, I smile every time but I won't let you see the sadness behind them ,it's pathetic" Rowan Sinclair "Your chaos doesn't frighten me; it draws me in. you wear a smile that dances like sunlight through shadows, but know this, my love: I see beyond the facade. Behind those shimmering eyes lies a world of storms, and it's not pathetic, it's beautifully human. Let me be your anchor in this tempest; let me cradle your sadness and transform it into something radiant. Even when you feel lost, I'll be right here, holding you tight." Neither of them ever wished for the union of marriage, not the weight of a promise, that felt more like chains. two souls adrift, untamed, untouched by love's hand.Yet fate, with silent steps, wove them into one, In a bond neither sought, but neither could withstand. He, a man of steel, a man of few words and of unshaken resolve, She, a spirit of grace, a woman of quiet strength,carrying wounds, no one cared to see. In the quiet vows exchanged, hearts kept their guard,But in the silence between them, emotions sparked, unbarred. In his silence, she found a space to breathe. In her fragility, he found something worth protecting.

NAGTAGO siya sa Isla Lutherio upang kalimutan ang nabigong pag-ibig kay Lucy na napangasawa ng kapatid niyang si Martin. Subalit sa halip na mapanatag ang kaniyang isip, mas lalo iyong gumulo at nakisali pa ang kaniyang puso. Hanggang saan aabot ang pag-ibig niya kung ang babaeng napupusuan ay milya ang layo ng edad sa kaniya? Jasson Luther is eighteen years older than Samara. Maaakusahan na nga siyang cradle's snatcher, mapagkakamalan pa siyang pedophile. Kaya naman para pigilan ang kakaibang nararamdaman sa anak ng mayordoma at driver nila, ibinaling niya ang atensiyon sa iba. Ngunit paano kung ang batang si Samara ay unti-unting nagdalaga? Ang musmos na katawan ay unti-unting nagkakaroon ng kurba. Mapigilan pa kaya niya ang nadarama? Does age really matter? O, mapapa-Yes, Master niya ang dalaga?