Philippines Short Story Novels & Stories

I considered running away, but I always end up coming back because I have nowhere else to go. After my father died, his wife kicked me out and left me with nothing, not even money. Gio came to my rescue. I fell in love with him because he was kind to me, but that’s not what happened. He took me from Spain and promised to find my Filipino mother, but instead, he made me his slave. Yes, I am his slave. He’s a ruthless man. He sold me to an old man to be a male host here in the Philippines. But someone rescued me from that terrible situation.

It was just me talking about different things as he listened patiently, as we usually do. I did not even realize the time. I was about to turn off the call when Patricia suddenly spoke. I thought she had left Thirdy's side long ago. "Wait, you didn't say where you are now!" she energetically inquired. I paused and smiled. This woman is definitely worried about me. "Pinas." "Philippines? So that's why..." she mysteriously murmured. "So, what?" "There are only two seasons in the Philippines, right? The rainy and dry season?"

I said, defending myself. 'Well, alright, I won't bother you," he said. I started to fill the piece of paper that I have and poured my heart into it, this is what I wrote: Dear Juliet, Maybe it's too late to ask for some love advice now because I already got my fairytale love story but I want to share this with you. I met a guy named Rod in the beautiful Islands of El Nido, Palawan. This Island is from my homeland, the Philippines. I was only eighteen back then and I just turned twenty-two yesterday but for some reasons I cannot forget that hot encounter with him until this day. It was my first time, that very moment, that I let a beautiful stranger invade my innocent and pure body but the s

“Malay mo diba hindi pala kami ang maging ending ng isa’t-isa. Sa panahon ngayon, mahirap nang magsalita ng tapos. Everything can change for a second.” Tumahimik ulit sa loob ng sasakyan. Pinagmasdan ko na lamang ang payapang gabi sa labas ng bintana. Ibang-iba talaga ang buhay dito kumpara sa Manila. Bawat gabi, ang tahimik. Ang sarap sa pakiramdam. Mas masarap lang sa pakiramdam kung wala kang masyadong iniisip. “Daddy, are we going to stay here in Batangas for good?”

clarified 61-year-old Valentina Geronimo who mistakenly dialed the agency instead of the orphanage. By the way, it's not a love story. It's something more profound than that. It's... something only we know. _______________________________________ I will be writing this story in honor of my late grandmother, Valentina. The setting and culture are Filipino-based but this will be written in English. I will give definitions as to the Filipino terms I have used. I hope you enjoy and learned something truly meaningful from here. ♡

Chapter 27 This is not truly the Philippines. There is no winter in the Philippines. Philippines is a tropical country, near the equator. When I was young, I wanted to feel and experience real snow-touch it with my skin. I said to myself that I want to stay in a place with a winter season and stay there, forever. But now that I am in a place that has a snowy season, I deeply regret my childhood wish. It is really true, that the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence.

she went to her room and came back with a map. "This is the Philippines." She pointed out a small country on the map she was holding. "And I came from here, Palawan, Philippines. The Philippines is a very far and poor country, but the people there are nice. They treat everyone with love, especially visitors. Filipino people are hospitable," she informed happily. "It's a very nice country then. Maybe I can go there someday," I smiled at her. "You can. Get this map and hide it then when you go to the Philippines, you'll have a guide." She rolled the map and handed it to me

Not her problem though as she is not the one paying their wages. She stopped wondering as she and Fidelo took their seats and chatted with the members of the already noisy table. For her size, she has quite the appetite which amuses her employers and fellow employees to no end. Back in the Philippines, she cannot indulge in such extravagance of food. She always had to make ends meet back home. She can only eat so much during festivities in the Philippines and only if she is with “Oh stop it!”, she cursed herself. All these reminiscing made her lose her appetite and with a respectful “Excuse me”, she exited the noisy dining hall. Fast on her heels is her newly acquired friend Fidelo who tappe

His tongue could still taste the sweetness of her delectable lips. Enough! Napaungol siya nang malakas. His arousal was getting out of control. "Stop acting like a bashful teenager, man!" bulyaw niya sa sarili, ngunit pabulong lang. "You can have any woman you want--and Samantha Cruz is not an exception!" Ever since he got back to his father's home country, he had been discovering that Filipina women were not so different with other countries'. Ultra-modern na rin. Sanay na sa mga live-in arrangements at sa mga one-night stands.

About the Author Acky Loowa is a corporate trainer, a freelance host, a visionary and a happy go lucky underrated writer in Nueva Ecija, Philippines, who writes to express and not to impress. He is a simple guy who has a big dream and wants to inspire individuals through his work. Year 2020 when he won in a one shot writing contest with his story “GARAPON: Tapayan ng mga Puso” which caused him to take writing seriously. He can do writes all kind of genre but tragic story is his first love.