Philippines Short Story Novels & Stories

Iman stuck her tongue out at him. *Flashback ends* Love teaches you many things, but separation turns you into a complete different person. The guy, who never had one sip of tea before, now his day doesn't start if he doesn't have a cup of tea. When the tea was ready, he pour it in three cups and went to living room. "Poor girl, I really feel bad for her. Her husband passed away in just one year of her marriage." When Dabir entered the lounge room, he heard Aima.

Amihan was the reason I had relocated to the Philippines and until she got her revenge, I couldn't leave the Philippines just yet. "Feel free my child, you can tell me whatever you want" "Mmmm" "Don't hesitate, my child, talk to me, tell me what's bothering you." my dad's words cut through my thoughts. "Dad, " I stammered while looking for the best way to present what I wanted to say to him. "I'm so grateful for what you've done for me, I know you want the best for me too, but I'd like to remain in the Philippines because of Amihan my friend, and Maxwell my boyfriend," I said shyly.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

I decided not to go back home just for tonight. I sat here at the side of the bridge with a stranger beside me. She's already in a middle adulthood and she's here because she's selling balut, one of the first exotic food delicacies in the Philippines. She talked a lot and I find myself comfortable being with her. She told me that she came from a poor family and has to sell balut in order for her to feed her family. She even told me everything she do isn't easy, but her family is her inspiration for her to continue this. They are happy even though they are poor. But here I am, I have everything I need, I got everything and I can buy all the things I want, however, I am not happy with my life.

Granted the mortality rate for that specific surgery was low, he didn’t lift one damn finger to give Tonya’s death some sort of meaning, or at the very least pretended that there was still a microscopic part in his brain that cared for his late wife. Divorce is non-existent in the Philippines, and infidelity – no matter how frequent – is not considered a legal basis for annulment. Her early and unexpected demise made Tonya miss the chance of creating a last will or filing a power of attorney, ultimately giving her husband the rights to her assets regardless of how much her ghost screamed and cursed. Akira remembered Tonya saying, “That cheating bastard melted everything down and then gave my

“Don’t tell me you got tired of your hot chicks all the way from the US?” “Very judgmental, aren’t we? I am not referring to the pleasures of the flesh, I am referring to simple relaxation by the beach and experiencing cold rain and foggy weather.” “Cold rain and foggy weather? I thought you went to the Philippines, not Scotland.” “There is indeed cold rain and foggy weather in the Philippines. Don’t tell me you haven’t heard of Baguio City. After all, your father’s PA is from there, isn’t she?’

Eion rolled his eyes at his friend. The goofy man faced me, “I am Phoenix, by the way. The only full Filipino here. Loud and proud.” He smiled, his teeth glistening against the sun. “Yeah, it's very obvious since you are so noisy. And the height said another handsome man butted in. I almost laughed, because she’s true. It seems that Phoenix is the shortest one here…well, almost at the same height as Theon but he Phoenix rolled his eyes, “Shut up, man. And me and my wife here Sereia owns some land properties and a farm at Gensan. I also am a great photographer.”

It's a good thing I didn't say that we're going back to the Philippines, no media, my child and I are safe. We're here at NAIA waiting for my brother Vince. He volunteered to pick us up because he wants to see his nephew right away. Unfortunately, he texted that he's stuck in traffic and will take a while to pick us up. The little kid next to me is already bored and tired. His expression is no longer recognizable. “Mom, why is it so hot here in the Philippines?" he asked, frowning. I pinched his chubby cheek, amazed at how observant this child is.

“Are you not informed that the Philippines is also a democratic country? It means that I am free to speak my mind.” “Freedom has limitations,” I said. “So?” “See yourself if you are not stepping out of line.” “Oh, mommy? Are you hurt? Do you want me to say sorry now? How does daddy tame you when you're upset? Is he letting you touch his body?” My hands are shaking due to anger and fright. “I think you are wrong when you told me that I should not trust Filipinos. I forgot that every country has securities, such as buildings like this. And there's customers’ service that will be glad to help, I'm sure. Try to annoy me and I'm going to call them.”

I tapped Max's face continuously to wake him up. "What?~ I'm sorry." I startled him and made him sit properly. So I pulled him back near me and whispered to him. "People are staring at us and I'm getting anxious." "Oh?" He chuckled and weirdly looked at me. "What?" I asked him, totally confused. "Well, the Philippines can be one of those conservative countries. That whenever they'll see people displaying their affection in public, they find it different." Oh, I see. Looks like this place is not for me.