Philippines Short Story Novels & Stories

laughed at the promise. It's probably because I was surprised that a dirty child was clinging to me. Why should I be happy, right? "Naturally, I was surprised, Gen. Maybe later it will be kicked and bitten." "There are no ghosts here. There are no ghosts. There are monsters." This is the answer. "You know, it's amazing that you know folk tales. Do you know the words you use in Tagalog? Can't it be Korean, Japanese, Russian, or Italian... Why Filipino and English?" I asked wonderingly. Of course, I'm Filipino, I just happened to ask here.

Thank you to everyone who supported this story. Apologies if it took a long time to finish as I have been caught up with work, but from the bottom of my heart thank you to everyone. Please support my other English and Filipino stories as well: English: My Back-Up Boyfriend is a Mafia Boss (completed) The Runaways' Second Chance Mate (on-going) FIlipino Stories: The Invisible Love of Billionaire (completed) Married to the Runaway Bride (completed)

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.

⊱♥⊱╮ღ HIS NEW START ღ╭⊱♥≺ ★✎✎★~LUCAS'S POV~★✐✐★ A lot happened before I came back to the Philippines, and I found someone I could take care of; it's a little fast, but I need to take responsibility for what I have done. It's almost been a month since I arrived in the Philippines with my fiancee because she wanted to give birth where I grew up. Yup, my fiance is pregnant because of my carelessness. So let me tell you what happened before I came back.

My tears start falling and we cry together. "I'm sorry, Mom, not just for this, but for being so distant. I'm not with Phillip anymore. He was abusing me for years, and the last straw was when he chained me in the house the day of the storm. The house fell down on me, and I'd be dead if it weren't for one of the search and rescue men. His name is Simon, and he saved my life." I know it's a lot, but I needed to get it all out. I reach over and take Simon's hand while I wait for my mom to say something.

Then again, this wasn't a fairy tale story. Not every problem in the world could be solved by a simple act of love... I let my selfishness get the best of me, and before I knew it, the relationship that I believed was unbreakable finally hit its breaking point. "Auntie, I'm pregnant, and Jack is the father. Please, I need your help. Jack doesn't answer my phone calls. Auntie, you're my final hope. Jack always listens to you, Auntie. Please, please help me reach him.. ."

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

She asked one question after another, full of worries in her eyes. “I-I'm fine. And my head doesn't hurt." When he told her that he was okay, she calmed down. As Elroy looked at her, he couldn’t help but say to himself that: Indeed, he had found his way here. NOTE: (1) Bahay Kubo - or NIPA HUT in English is a type of stilt house indigenous to the Philippines. It often serves as an icon of Philippine culture.

Dear Readers, Good day! This is La Tigresa and I would like to thank you all for stopping by. Tstory is written in English. If you're a Filipino and wants to read the Tagalog version of the story, please search for Fragments of Memories 2: Beautiful Stranger. Book 1 of the series entitled Fragments of Memories 1: Married at Seventeen (both English and Tagalog version are also available in GoodNovel) The whole series talks about and focuses on self-love, self-worth and self-forgiveness that I hope you'd all be able to relate to and learn from it.

she had said to herself earlier while crying. In order to clear her head, she decided to take a long walk around the village farms. She lived in an island village in The Philippines, where their major occupation was fishing and rice farming. The rice was not ready for harvest yet if not she'd have at least, little to eat then. She would work on the farms and get paid then take little of the rice home. But the harvest was still months away. Also, non of the fishermen agreed for a woman to be on their boat and still wouldn't give even one fish for free to her. Maybe they really did hate her as she thought.