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What we have is just now. As long as she loves me. As long as she wants to be with me. As long as there is 'we'. I love her! But the rainbow is not just a blend of vibrant and bright colors. It doesn't even stay for a long period of time-- just enough for us to see and in a fleet of time is gone, leaving us wondering if it's real. A rainbow doesn't have black and white. It wasn't just like that. Same as love. Same as us. There were times that i want to give her up. Not because my love did fade, rather, my love is too much. Too much that letting her go is the only option left for her to choose me without hesitation, without guilt, freed of lies. I want her to grow, to weigh things as it is. I want her to make me feel that being with me is her choice. I want her to realize that i am hers and that she have to surrender herself to me as well. I want her to love me because that is the way she feels and not because it was the safest way. Being with her is paradise. It was a mixture of colored pastel. It was too vibrant to explain. But at a sudden twist of downs and ups, we are shaking. Loving her has become my weakness. The weakening thought of losing her when I fuck up is too much to run me insane. I'm overreacting perhaps. But being with her, means walking in a narrow-road of heaven. There's no security, no assurance. One wrong move, and I'll be slipping away. Just in the never ending pain of darkness, of solitude, of self-struggle. Loving her has become my addiction. I couldn't get enough of it. But so they say, what's too much can cause harm. Maybe I'm loving her too much that she finds it hard to breathe when i'm around. But yes, it is just a wishful thinking; things that I'll surely not going to say to her because i will never ever earn the courage to say so. We are just nothing but a 'fateful coincidence.'

"Love is not always about staying. But to let go even if you are no longer the happiness of that person. Love is not about gender. It's about two hearts beating as one" Written by Syne_Sync Dati, akala ko madali lang ang lahat sa pag-ibig. You can fall in love easily, with just a stare, a smile, even a heartbeat. Sabi ng iba, may choice ka naman daw. And remembering how things happened between you and me, I just......fell. Hindi naman pala sa kahit may choice ka, you wont fall eventually. Because I did. And once and for all, ikaw lang ang minahal ko ng ganito. But how could you leave me? Gayung pinaglaban naman kita! And now you will come back into my life like nothing happened? Because all you could say you are still into me? Dapat pa ba akong sumugal? O ibaon na lang sa limot ang lahat ng kahapon natin na pilit kong binabalikan...

FOR CLARITY: THIS HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH HYPNOSIS, THAT IS WHY OUR LEAD CHARACTER HAS BEEN EXPERIENCING BEING CONTROLLED AND MANIPULATED. "G-greg, listen to me. You can still fix this, you can still be healed." I said while I touched his face, I was caressing his right cheek with my thumb. But, to my surprise, he went down from the bed and turned his back away from me and asked "Do you love me?" He said with a monotone voice, the quick transition scared me, from being hopeful to being dominant. I was shocked from his question, tila napipi ako at hindi alam kung ano ang isasagot sa katanungang iyon. "I said, Do.You.Love.Me" he said it again for the second time, though he was facing at the window, you can tell that he's furious because hes gritting his teeth. "Ha! Got it! You dont love me!!! You are giving me hope, for you to escape me right?! I wont fall for that my beloved Veronica. Im not fucked in the head, I know your weakness, I know your softest spot and I know how I can lure you. You will stay here with me, forever. No one's gonna meddle our love story. Even God, I say you start learning to love me back, coz theres no way Im letting you slip, ever again." He stood up at hinawakan niya ng marahas yung panga ko gamit ang kanyang kaliwang kamay, napakasakit, parang dinudurog ang aking buto, I held his hand na naka hawak sa aking panga and I was trying to pull it out, my tears were non-stop. "Your body, your mind and soul are mine. I own you and no one else." He pinched my earlobe and sucked my neck, he then let go. Suddenly, warmth and pleasure enveloped my body, I wanted to be touched, I wanted to release this warmth away from my body, these are my demons. He knew my vulnerable spot. ----------------------------------------------- WARNING: Read at your own risk, this story contains, explicit scenes and vulgar words that are not suitable for young audiences. A/N: This is my first story, and I'd hope you will all like it.

Can a damaged soul love again? Could you mend the shattered crystals inside my heart? Could you find the misplaced pieces inside my brain? They say, love has no gender, but why does society couldn't accept us? Why do some of them are against us? Nonetheless, I still wanna pass through the harshest knife that is tossed. I still wanna pass through hurricanes that they own. Dandelions are waterproof. They never cry; they whisper. That's how I defined you, you never shed a tear. You frequently take my dilemmas when I disappear.

All her life, Zianah Khione has been the girl everyone admired from afar-the kind of beauty and grace that made heads turn but never quite captured hearts. She's always been the one people appreciated but never pursued, as if she was too perfect to take a chance on. Zianah believes she's the kind of girl who is admired, yes, but not worth the risk of loving. But when fate takes an unexpected turn, Zianah suddenly finds herself in the middle of an impossible love triangle-scratch that, make it a love square. The son of her family's close friend, her enigmatic professor, and even her sister's charming best friend are all vying for her attention at the same time. Each one has their reasons, their histories with her, and their own way of seeing her-not just as the admired Alyssa, but as someone worth fighting for. As she navigates the complexities of these three very different suitors, Zianah is forced to confront a question she's never asked herself: Am I really just the girl who's admired, or can I be the girl someone chooses to love? Date Started: Nov 21, 2023 Date: Finished: May 2, 2024

"I would kill if I have to, I would slit a throat just to prove to you how much I love you and yet here you are, pointing that gun at me as if we didn't share a single t-thing." My voice cracked with desperation as I stopped my tears from falling out of agony. However, despite the current situation I have with her is it so silly of me to still hope that I am only dreaming? Hoping that this isn't real even though the coldness of the metal of the gun under my throat was cold enough to send shivers to my spine. It was cold enough to remind me that the reality I am hoping is the real fantasy. "I can't love you and I can't even bear the thought of loving you. Remember this, I would rather kill myself just to prove to you how much I loathe you." ⚠️Expect a lot of typographical and grammatical errors, and others. I already revised this but mistake is still available. Readers who used to read this before should expect a lot of changes as most of the scenes were revised. Thank you and enjoy! The photo use in the cover isn't mine, cttro.

[ MPREG ] [ Trans X Straight ] Love really makes you do all the stupidest- oh, correction, obsession. Obsession really makes you do all the stupidest and unimaginable deeds. Is it embracing humiliation, discrimination, degradation, physical and psychological violence, inhumanity, and ruthlessness are part of what? Obsession? Love? Or maybe both. How can you let someone trample your morality, dignity- yourself.... your own self. Is it worth it? Is the pain worth it? Are you happy? Is the 'part' of obsession and love makes you happy? The undying unscientific paradox distressing Vanna since they take up residence in Lardizabal abode. Everyday those questions remain unanswered, for Vanna, it's next to impossible. Seeing how her sister was badly wounded, bruised, wet every time she came home from university makes her blood boil to her and.... to him. How can she let those animals do that to her? Those animals... that tyrant philandering narcissist- Damon. True to his name, a demon, no, a satan, the devil himself. Even the word demon is not suitable for his persona. Countless women was fucked and cried, many gay was beaten and humiliated. Gay? Is that a reason why he 'did' that to Vanna's sister? Why are they chasing that satan to begin with? Is it because of his breathtaking gorgeousness? His unparalleled godly face? Unbelievable but it's the truth. The reality of the society that slapped Vanna unkindly. It's really better to be slapped by the truth than to be kissed by a lie. It hurts but the pain helps her unfold her mind. She will not let it happen again. She must not let it happen again. As the true life begins to unfold, weaves of secrets and mysteries bound to be unveiled with looming weaves of suffering, weaves of uncertainty, and weaves of hope. A roller coaster of emotions that eventually jammed with unforeseeable affection. Smoldering with abhorrence turns to an alluring fragrance; then, an abyssal love will begin to ascent.

"Of course, I'm straight" Straight bender series I

Hating people and making them hate me is what I do. It doesn't matter if I did it intentionally or not. For years, I have been living my life giving disappointment, hatred, and putting those people's lives in danger. I don't care because that's how they made me feel. But why am I conscious of what you think about me? Why do I feel the need to obey, respect and make you think that I am a good person? What power do you think you hold? And who do you think you are? Eventually, feelings grew, mine became love that I want to keep for eternity. We both tried our best to fight for the love that we think we deserve. We both promised ourselves to conquer the waves and climb mountains to reach the hands of the person that we love. We strive hard to protect the string, and to not let anyone or anything cut them. We were so desperate that we forgot it wasn't just the string that connects us. It was also our love, our souls and our fate. Our love was so deep that if one tries to touch it, they drown. Our souls were so intertwined that we became one till death. And our fate was cursed... that we ended like this... Did fate really play with us? Or it just puts us in a place where no one could drown in our love and to break the curse? Status: Completed. Date Started: July 23, 2022 Date Completed: September 8, 2023 Skyyryu

There are some things that aren't worth keeping. Nastia Kahlila Quijano has been convincing herself that walking away was the right thing she did. Even if it's already been three long years ever since she left. But with every passing second and every in-between of those years, she couldn't seem to getaway with the feelings still lingering in her system. She was haunted by the ideas of him, what might have been, and their memories together. Each day, each night; it was a choice she didn't want to regret. She was determined to move forward. But the biggest relapse struck her unexpectedly. All of her effort and hard work went down the drain. She couldn't seem to pull herself back from the memories reeling her in. From the phantom lurking in the form of her next door neighbor seemingly pulling her back to his arms. Maybe she should run away. Far enough where they wouldn't meet ever again. Far from his reach. Maybe she should treat him indifferently until he finally gives up. But Nika couldn't seem to handle the thought of him walking away and ending up with someone else. She couldn't have that either. Maybe, it was time for her to let things happen like clockwork. Maybe fighting it was futile. Maybe the right thing to do was run back to him. In his arms wide open. A place in the world that's only meant for her. Maybe, this time, they were meant to be. Book cover by: goldenaraw (on twitter)