Masarap Si Mare Novels & Stories

FERNANDO "OH MY GOD! It's so beautiful here!" exclaimed Agatha as we descended to our first destination for the day, Kayangan Lake. "Wow. What happened to 'Ha? Coron? Let's just do our team building here in Marupok. Marupok Island is much better than other places'. Ha? Sister Agatha?" teased Dylan to the woman. "Tsk! Marupok Island is really more beautiful. Coron is just second. No offense meant, Brother who's driving our boat," Agatha defended herself.

He moved like a machine—heavy, deliberate, silent. "Yeah, yeah. Just keep the boat steady, Marco," Abram grunted. His voice was a jagged rasp, unused to anything more than three-word sentences. He shoved a crate of silver-bellied sea bass toward the hold, his boots skidding on the fish guts coating the floorboards. "You're a weird one, Silas. Or whatever the hell your name is today," Marco muttered, turning the wheel with a creak of rusted gears. "Six months and you still smell like a funeral. Go home. Your woman is probably pacing the floorboards again."

His face looked strange—not scared exactly, but stunned. “You won’t believe what happened,” he said, walking closer. I sat up straighter. “What is it?” Marco shook his head like he still couldn’t believe his own words. “I don’t even know how to explain this…but the lakes are back to normal. Like nothing ever happened in the first place. The water is flowing again. The rivers are full. The sea is calm.” I stared at him in confusion. “How is that even possible?” “I don’t know,” Marco admitted. “But I feel like they’re warning us. My king… we don’t have time. I think we have to move fast.”

Always Eleanor. "Mama?" she says quietly. "Is the Maldives far away?" "Very far away, sweetheart." "Farther than Paris?" "Much farther. It's in the Indian Ocean. Near India." "Will we see India?" "We'll fly over it." Her eyes light up. "Really?" "Really. And we'll see the ocean. Miles and miles of it. And then islands. Tiny islands with white beaches and blue water and—" "CORAL REEFS!" Alexander has returned to his default volume. "I SAW PICTURES! There are FISH! SO MANY FISH! And SHARKS!"

Delia's voice was laced with excitement as they wound their way along the scenic roads, the lush greenery and crystal-clear waters passing by in a blur of vibrant colors. Marcus glanced at her with a knowing smile, his eyes reflecting the same enthusiasm for the island's natural beauty. "Of course," he replied, his voice carrying a sense of warmth. As they continued their journey, Marcus regaled Delia with tales of secluded coves, pristine white sands, and hidden gems nestled along the coastline. When he mentioned Maha Beach and its abundance of sea turtles, Delia's eyes grew wide with excitement, already envisioning herself swimming alongside the majestic creatures. "That sounds amazing," s

Umakting siya na parang nasusuka. "Baka naman sinasabi mo lang na natikaman mo na pero hindi pa pala para makaiwas." I pouted. He laughed. "Totoo. Promise." "Okay. Sabi mo eh." Hinila ko ulit siya, papunta naman sa nagtitinda ng calamares. "Ito? Nakatikim ka na?" "Ano yan?" "Calamares?" "Calamares is squid, right? So that's deep fried calamares with batter? Anong lasa niyan?"

Seafoods! Masarap ito! Japanese delicacies ang gagawin ko. Tahimik kaming gumagawa... Lalo na itong katabi ko... At si ako... feeling ko kusina ko'to... Maingat kong pinaghihiwa ang laman ng pusit. Marinate...na walang bawang. Minasa ko sa harina... Nang mapatitig ako kay Jin. Ay wow... ang galing niya.

Napangisi naman na napatingin ang dalawa sa akin. "So kayo na talaga. So masarap—" hindi natuloy ang sasabihin ni Marinette ng biglang nagsalita sa likod namin si Lorenzo. Para akong tinakasan ng dugo dahil sa kaba. Narinig ba niya ang sinabi ni Marinette?"

They sat around Nia's kitchen table, the four of them, in a configuration that would have been impossible to imagine six months ago and was now simply happening on a Saturday afternoon with the specific ordinary weight of things that had been hard to arrive at and were worth arriving at regardless. Margaux sat across from Seren. Seren sat across from Margaux. They regarded each other throughout lunch with the mutual assessment of two people who had decided independently that the other one was worth paying attention to and were now in the process of determining the full extent of that assessment. "Do you have a house," Seren said. "I have a house in Martha's Vineyard," Margaux said. "Near the

LUNA’S POV Im here at the party attend the gala night. Too loud. Too perfect. Crystal chandeliers glitter above us, and the air smells like expensive perfume and champagne. Elegant women glide across the marble floor, and men in tailored suits laugh like they have no worries in the world. Meanwhile, I feel like a fraud in a borrowed dress. “Stop fidgeting,” Kaelen murmurs beside me. “I’m not fidgeting,” I whisper back, even though I am absolutely fidgeting.