Aurora Givan is a competitive ballerina, an elite, which makes her quite full of herself. However, everything changed when Cleo Lim transferred to her school, a scholar from the girls' soccer team, who showed her a different side of life. August 21, 2021 - March 15, 2024 2 years, 6 months, and 26 days Under revision

Is it morally acceptable to become consumed by an obsession? Have I inadvertently disrupted the delicate balance of a romantic relationship between two individuals? Is it morally reprehensible to desire nothing more than to possess her, to have her completely and exclusively? She is the center of my universe, the very essence of my existence. My purpose in life is intrinsically tied to her. I harbor an intense and profound love for her, and the mere thought of her being in the arms of another fills me with anguish. In matters of love, the line between right and wrong becomes blurred, and we all succumb to the irrationality and vulnerability that love entails. Therefore, it is not within your jurisdiction to pass judgment upon me. For even in the face of moral ambiguity, one's actions can be justified by the depth of their love. Disclaimer: story is UNEDITED and EXTREMELY DARK STORY. Written in English-Tagalog. COMPLETED: September 16, 2024 (11:24.JP)

In the mist-covered lands of Lower Saxony, Germany, stands the Aizenberg Mercenary College is a fortress where only the brightest, strongest, and most ruthless are chosen. Here, teenagers are stripped of their innocence and forged into weapons for the AMO, a secretive organization that moves in the shadows of the world's most powerful governments and intelligence agencies. Flossie Yvelle Villamor, seventeen, never asked for this life. But as the daughter of AMO's General, a leader who built her empire on the ashes of fallen criminal dynasties, her bloodline is her chain. She is bound to the organization whether she likes it or not. Inside Aizenberg Mansion, Flossie is forced to endure grueling trials while surrounded by the children of AMO traitors, those who once tried to bring the organization down. They are furious, bitter, and unforgiving, and they make her every day a battlefield. Yet beneath the rage lies something far more dangerous. Hatred can twist into obsession. Vengeance can blur into desire. And in a world where betrayal lurks in every shadow, Flossie will discover that love is not salvation- it's the deadliest weapon of all. Disclaimer: This is an UNEDITED and DARK College Romance with mature and potentially triggering themes. Read at your own risk. Written in: English-Tagalog. Status: Completed.

Lesbian Love Story Santillan Series

Santillan Series

Magkaibang mundo ngunit pagtatagpuin ng tadhana at pagkakataon. May mabuo kayang pag'ibig? O kaguluhan ang mananaig?

No mystery. No plotwist. Just two girls who love each other deeply. "You won't want anyone else after I'm done with you. I'll make you crave me in ways you never knew you could. I'll make you feel things so raw, so damn good, that you'll never be able to look at anyone else the same way. I'll make your mind crave me before your body even has a chance."

Diana Lilith Kim Martinez, a girl who fell deeply in love with her best friend, has spent the last fifteen years silently hiding her feelings. She's afraid---afraid that if she confesses, she will lose the one person she cherishes most in this world. For all these years, she kept it to herself, knowing that she had no chance. "Mahal kita, 20 years na,"

"Damn that woman. She wasn't even nice to start with. Paasa!" Mula sa kinatatayuan ko ay napalingon ako sa pinanggalingan ng boses na iyon. Halatang lasing na. There's a 5'11 tall girl, with a glass of brandy on her right hand. Nakasandal ito sa pader habang nakatingin sa may gilid ng pool. She reminds me of Grant's height and Leigh's physique. Pati pormahan, Leigh na Leigh yung datingan. I was busy looking at her when she childishly sat on the edge of the pool. Tinanggal nito yung stilettos nito at walang pakialam kahit mabasa pa yung skirt nito habang nakaupo sa gilid. Her white long legs are exposed dahil sa nalilis nitong skirt. Out of my normal, I'll just let it pass. "I've been chasing her for two fuckin' years. But she's not even seeing me as her equal. It sucks." Seryoso. Lasing na talaga siguro 'to. Don't tell me babae talaga yung tinutukoy nya? Natatawang nilapitan ko tuloy ito. A small talk won't hurt right? "Hey, Are you okay?" Natigilan ako nang umangat yung kulay light blue nitong mga mata patingin sa akin. I'm not fond of blue eyes. But hers is as clear as a sky. She's still brimming into tears. "Get out!" Gusto kong matawa. Para talaga syang bata. It reminds me of my bestfriend. "What's wrong with you?" Inabot ko sa kanya yung white hanky ko. "Are you stalking me?" "No, of course not. Why would I?" "Hindi mo ako kilala?" I gently shake my head. "Sabagay. You look like a commoner." Tumingin pa sya sakin mula ulo hanggang paa. Fine, I'm wearing black fitted jeans, my casual white tees, and white sneakers. Kagagaling ko lang kasi sa hangar kanina. I just need a drink kaya naghanap ako ng may party. "Do you usually talk to a stranger?" tanong pa nito. "Of course. Talking to someone you do not know is relieving. Especially when you need to talk." Tumayo ito at lumapit sakin. Napatingala naman ako dito. "I don't need to talk. I need to prove something. Stay still, stranger." And then she kissed me. Fucks! What!?

I looked helplessly, trying to search something aside the hunger-filled lust in the eyes of the rich filthy people cowering me. Something that could save and take me away from these predators ready to eat their prey. No matter how much i want to run, my arms are tied. The strong, narrow, capsule-shaped metal that held my body firmly in place makes my hope vanish in vain. As I am losing hope, that's when I met that cold lifeless coal eyes that seems to grew darker as it turned in a darker shade of the midnight. "Five million!" She raised her hands in the air. Making everyone to look at her. "Seven million!" The guy in black-suit smirks, making his maniac face uglier than a duck. "Eight." "Eight and a half million." "Ten million." another one stands up on his chair. Making a good run for this auction. The first guy grits his teeth. Obviously triggered by the last guy. "Fifteen million." he announced. "Twenty." "Twenty five!" No. I'm doomed. I've got not enough money to buy myself out of here in case I will be sold at any amount higher than fifteen. Who the hell spends twenty million just for a night? Damn rich people! My savior stands like a princess as she says, "Guess, I'll have to make it fifty million." Literally, there's nothing but silence after the last bid. Everyone is shocked. "Fifty million for a night with that woman. Anyone who want to raise their stake?" she asked again as if daring anyone to bid higher. All I could hear is the loud thumping of my heart as the guy in red, nods and mark me SOLD. As he took the gold collar that was thrown to him--marking me hers. Damn it!