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An embarrassing text message to the wrong person ends up bringing the two most unlikely people closer than they ever expected.
An embarrassing text message to the wrong person ends up bringing the two most unlikely people closer than they ever expected.
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What's Inside his heart will be seen. His unheard feelings will be heard. Through these things, we were able to know, who 'He' really is. The 365 stuffed toys that was given to Margareth Janne by Zion Charles plays a huge role in the story. Is Their Love story will have a happy ending? Or end up being a tragic one? You'll Find Out! :) Tagalog and English
What's Inside his heart will be seen. His unheard feelings will be heard. Through these things, we were able to know, who 'He' really is. The 365 stuffed toys that was given to Margareth Janne by Zion Charles plays a huge role in the story. Is Their Love story will have a happy ending? Or end up being a tragic one? You'll Find Out! :) Tagalog and English
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When 15-year-old Leah Jonson is chosen to become the next Spring girl, her life is changed forever.
When 15-year-old Leah Jonson is chosen to become the next Spring girl, her life is changed forever.
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WHO SAYS YOU NEED TO HAVE A BROKEN HEART TO MOVE ON?
"If a person is just not that into you, then the only thing to do is DITCH!"
- Avalon Georgia Ainsley Llane Michaels, Ave for short, the romantic-cynic who never had her heart broken. Ever.
Avalon has problems like any typical girl her age, namely:• Being a disappointment to her snobby self-righteous and perfectionist family• High school dramas• Wardrobe malfunctions and bad hair days• Lacking female qualities• Social awkwardness• ADHD• Liking the wrong guys• Being friend-zoned by aforementioned guysThe list goes on.
SHE HAS A SECRET...
Ave Michaels, high school student and resident rebel by day.Lane Maxwell, elusive rising video-game writer by night.It wasn't long when her club's pet project and video game design, HellFire, caught the eyes of not just by investors but also of one of the country's biggest publishing houses, PULSE. Avalon finds herself offered with an opportunity to prove her writing prowess and become a full-fledged writer.
THE CHALLENGE: MAKE A ROMANCE NOVEL...
Sounds easy, right?Wrong.It turns out writing romance books isn't the same as reading them - especially for someone who has never fallen in love or believed in fairytales. Taking the advice of her friends, they come up with The Exes and The Why's list. A list where she gets to relive everything that went wrong with all the guys she dates and the things that were right. Add in the guy who only sees her as a friend, the guy she shares a long unnamed rivalry with and the broodingly enigmatic new guy who shows up in town out of the blue. All of a sudden, she finds herself questioning everything in her life, every decision she ever made so far - including her rule.
THE QUESTION IS...
Could her DITCH rule really be as heartbreak-proof as it says? Should she still hang on to the security it provides - even if it might be the thing keeping her from letting herself fall in love and getting the guy?
Warning: Slow updates. Occasional re-editing. Some profane language. Mature-ish scenes.
All characters in this book including their town are all works of fiction.
Copyright © 2018 by Andrea Cassandra Lei Meñosa
All rights reserved
WHO SAYS YOU NEED TO HAVE A BROKEN HEART TO MOVE ON?
"If a person is just not that into you, then the only thing to do is DITCH!"
- Avalon Georgia Ainsley Llane Michaels, Ave for short, the romantic-cynic who never had her heart broken. Ever.
Avalon has problems like any typical girl her age, namely:• Being a disappointment to her snobby self-righteous and perfectionist family• High school dramas• Wardrobe malfunctions and bad hair days• Lacking female qualities• Social awkwardness• ADHD• Liking the wrong guys• Being friend-zoned by aforementioned guysThe list goes on.
SHE HAS A SECRET...
Ave Michaels, high school student and resident rebel by day.Lane Maxwell, elusive rising video-game writer by night.It wasn't long when her club's pet project and video game design, HellFire, caught the eyes of not just by investors but also of one of the country's biggest publishing houses, PULSE. Avalon finds herself offered with an opportunity to prove her writing prowess and become a full-fledged writer.
THE CHALLENGE: MAKE A ROMANCE NOVEL...
Sounds easy, right?Wrong.It turns out writing romance books isn't the same as reading them - especially for someone who has never fallen in love or believed in fairytales. Taking the advice of her friends, they come up with The Exes and The Why's list. A list where she gets to relive everything that went wrong with all the guys she dates and the things that were right. Add in the guy who only sees her as a friend, the guy she shares a long unnamed rivalry with and the broodingly enigmatic new guy who shows up in town out of the blue. All of a sudden, she finds herself questioning everything in her life, every decision she ever made so far - including her rule.
THE QUESTION IS...
Could her DITCH rule really be as heartbreak-proof as it says? Should she still hang on to the security it provides - even if it might be the thing keeping her from letting herself fall in love and getting the guy?
Warning: Slow updates. Occasional re-editing. Some profane language. Mature-ish scenes.
All characters in this book including their town are all works of fiction.
Copyright © 2018 by Andrea Cassandra Lei Meñosa
All rights reserved
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Lord James is one of the most trust worthy and loyal men around the kingdom. He is a great fighter , fought in the Black Bay Battle , one of the greatest battles of all time , along with Sir Jaimie who is the King's Guard right now. One day , lord James was summoned by the King , King Charles II , he was asked to serve next Sir Jaimie as the second king's guard after many failed attempts of assassinating his majesty the king
I will post a new chapter Three/Four Days . Stay Tuned
Lord James is one of the most trust worthy and loyal men around the kingdom. He is a great fighter , fought in the Black Bay Battle , one of the greatest battles of all time , along with Sir Jaimie who is the King's Guard right now. One day , lord James was summoned by the King , King Charles II , he was asked to serve next Sir Jaimie as the second king's guard after many failed attempts of assassinating his majesty the king
I will post a new chapter Three/Four Days . Stay Tuned
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These are short stories written by me. It's a way for me to keep writing so that I don't get writer's block again. I like to keep my creative vein open...
These are short stories written by me. It's a way for me to keep writing so that I don't get writer's block again. I like to keep my creative vein open...
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What are you hiding?
Emma has no family. That’s why she’s being adopted.
Nothing
She is a beautiful child, a perfect child. How could anybody not want her?
What have you done?
Because there’s nothing wrong with her, surely. Or at least that’s what you keep telling yourself.
It's just easier if I don't tell you… And you'll do what I say or else you'll get hurt.
And she’s only a child. Only a seven-year-old child. So, she’s not going to do anything seriously bad. Of course she isn’t.
What are you hiding?
Emma has no family. That’s why she’s being adopted.
Nothing
She is a beautiful child, a perfect child. How could anybody not want her?
What have you done?
Because there’s nothing wrong with her, surely. Or at least that’s what you keep telling yourself.
It's just easier if I don't tell you… And you'll do what I say or else you'll get hurt.
And she’s only a child. Only a seven-year-old child. So, she’s not going to do anything seriously bad. Of course she isn’t.
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Black. That’s all I see. My body is aching, begging me to keep my eyes closed and to go back to sleep. Instead, I crack my eyes open, only to be met with a cloud of dust. I cough as I push myself up into a sitting position, my bones creaking as I move, and my body aching with every breath. I scan my surroundings and see that the dust is beginning to settle. I seem to be in the rubble of what used to be a building, although I don’t know how it was blown up.
Wait… I think How did I get here? Where am I? Who am I?! I frantically wrack my brain for anything, anything at all, but all I can find are blurred and jumble images. I start shaking as I clutch my head and bring my knees towards my chest. I know something important just happened. What was it? I want to remember. I need to remember. What was it? What was it? What was i.. A firm hand clamps my shoulder, and I let out a startled screech. I pop up and spin to face the a black hulking shadow. I start to back away, trembling with fear, but then I bump into another figure. My eyes are wide with fear, when two more appear. I look around frantically, but I’m boxed in, there’s no way out. “P-p-please don’t… P-please don’t hurt me.” I stutter, still shaking like a leaf.
The first, and the biggest of the shadows, says in a deep voice, “You don’t remember what you did?”
I squeeze my eyes shut, a dull ache pounding my head.
“I-I don’t! P-please… whatever I d-did, I’m sorry.” The ache in my head is getting stronger as I try to remember, and I feel hot tears pricking my eyes. “I don’t know w-who you are. I d-don’t know who I-I am. I-I don’t know w-what is going on!” I shout, quaking as I speak. For a moment no one speaks, the silence presses down on me, when a soft, warm voice begins to speak.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. We’re not going to hurt you.” I slowly open my eyes. There’s a woman, about 30, in front of me. She looks at me with warm, dark brown eyes rimmed by caramel colored skin, wearing a light blue skin tight bodysuit with a strange emblem on it, her black hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. “Just breath” she smiles, putting a hand on my shoulder. I automatically flinch from her touch, causing her smile to waver for a second.
“But..” the man with the deep voice says, but the woman shuts him up with a sharp glare. I can see now that he’s also wearing a skin tight suit with the strange emblem, but his is red. He has blond hair and looks to be about 35 years old with broad shoulders and an arrogant air about him. I shy away from his piercing stare, his hate very apparent from his crossed arms and tense stance.
“You really don’t remember anything?” The woman gently says. I shake my head as I wipe my tears away.
“D-do.. do you know me?” I ask quietly, looking into the woman's eyes.
She hesitates, then mumbles “Sort of.” avoiding my gaze.
“W-who are you?” I ask. She stands up straight, startling me, but looking a bit relieved at the change of topic.
“Call me,” she says placing her hand on her chest, “Sky. That,” she says pointing at the grumpy man in red behind her “is Red.” The man called Red glares back at “Sky”. She then points at the two other figures on either side of me. “Those two are Juniper and Mauve.” Juniper and Mauve have the same type of suit as the other two, but Juniper has it in dark green and Mauve’s is purple. Mauve appears to be a 23 year old man with wavy dark brown hair and a rather slim frame. Brown freckles dot his nose, his expression serious. Juniper on the the other had looks like she’s only 15 with bright green eyes and long red hair, and seems a bit confused.
“Do… do you know my name?” I ask as I finally start to calm down.
“Well…” Sky says softly “Not exactly.” I exhale, the disappointment evident in my eyes. “But, I have an idea.” She says cheerfully “What about we call you… Hmmmm...” She snaps her fingers as an idea comes to her “Raven! Yes, that’s your name now.”
“Raven…” I whisper, liking the way the name rolls off of my tongue.
“We need to leave.” The solemn sound of Mauves voice startles me, and I turn my head to look at him. “There could be more coming.”
“But what are we going to do with...” Red answers angrily, motioning at me
“We take Raven with us” Sky fiercely replies, emphasising my new name.
“No way. We can’t”
“Yes way. We have to!”
“It’s not happening!”
“We are going to bring Raven with us.”
“No”
“Yes”
“N…”
“Red! Sky!” Mauve interrupts, effectively shutting them up. “We don’t have time for this! Just bring the da** kid!”
“But,”
“We. Don’t. Have. Time.” Mauve growls, looking Red dead in the eyes. Firmly grabbing my wrist, Mauve pulls me over to a sleek purple car, making me stumble, and the rest of the team follows, Red and Sky still glaring at each other. Mauve roughly shoves me into the back seat, then sits behind the wheel. Sky sits in shotgun after giving Red one last death glare, and Juniper and Red sit on my right side. Juniper is between me and Red, as it obvious that he doesn't want to be anywhere near me. The silence in the car is almost tangible, even the motor seems to be nothing more than a murmur. I fidget, waiting someone to do something, but no one makes a move to do anything. The discomfort in the car starts to freak me out, so I whisper to Juniper, shattering the silence.
“Are you… are you guys superheros or something?” Juniper flinches a bit at the sound of my voice, then turns to me. She gives me shaky smile
“Y-yeah. We’re part of a s-superhero group called Prism.”
“So it that why you use pseudonyms related to your color?”
“What?” Juniper asks, her smile frozen on her face
“You know, like how Juniper is a shade of green, Mauve is shade of purple, Sky is a shade of blue and Red, is, well, red.”
“Yeah.” She says, visibly relaxing. “We use them mostly so that our superhero lives don’t interfere too much with our regular lives.”
“So why is Red called Red? The rest of you are different shades, but he’s just the name of the color.”
“Well…” Juniper says, cracking smile “Evidently there aren’t many “manly” shades of red, and he wasn’t willing to be The Brick.” The idea is so absurd, that I begin to chuckle “What’s so funny?”
“I was just imagining Red going up to a villain and being all like, Fear me! For I am the mighty Brick!” Juniper starts to giggle too, until Red speaks,
“You know I’m right here!... And don’t call me “The Brick”” Juniper and I just look at each other and bust out laughing.
When we finally calm down, Juniper has a real smile on her face and I don’t feel nearly as terrified. Maybe it will be okay.
Black. That’s all I see. My body is aching, begging me to keep my eyes closed and to go back to sleep. Instead, I crack my eyes open, only to be met with a cloud of dust. I cough as I push myself up into a sitting position, my bones creaking as I move, and my body aching with every breath. I scan my surroundings and see that the dust is beginning to settle. I seem to be in the rubble of what used to be a building, although I don’t know how it was blown up.
Wait… I think How did I get here? Where am I? Who am I?! I frantically wrack my brain for anything, anything at all, but all I can find are blurred and jumble images. I start shaking as I clutch my head and bring my knees towards my chest. I know something important just happened. What was it? I want to remember. I need to remember. What was it? What was it? What was i.. A firm hand clamps my shoulder, and I let out a startled screech. I pop up and spin to face the a black hulking shadow. I start to back away, trembling with fear, but then I bump into another figure. My eyes are wide with fear, when two more appear. I look around frantically, but I’m boxed in, there’s no way out. “P-p-please don’t… P-please don’t hurt me.” I stutter, still shaking like a leaf.
The first, and the biggest of the shadows, says in a deep voice, “You don’t remember what you did?”
I squeeze my eyes shut, a dull ache pounding my head.
“I-I don’t! P-please… whatever I d-did, I’m sorry.” The ache in my head is getting stronger as I try to remember, and I feel hot tears pricking my eyes. “I don’t know w-who you are. I d-don’t know who I-I am. I-I don’t know w-what is going on!” I shout, quaking as I speak. For a moment no one speaks, the silence presses down on me, when a soft, warm voice begins to speak.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. We’re not going to hurt you.” I slowly open my eyes. There’s a woman, about 30, in front of me. She looks at me with warm, dark brown eyes rimmed by caramel colored skin, wearing a light blue skin tight bodysuit with a strange emblem on it, her black hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. “Just breath” she smiles, putting a hand on my shoulder. I automatically flinch from her touch, causing her smile to waver for a second.
“But..” the man with the deep voice says, but the woman shuts him up with a sharp glare. I can see now that he’s also wearing a skin tight suit with the strange emblem, but his is red. He has blond hair and looks to be about 35 years old with broad shoulders and an arrogant air about him. I shy away from his piercing stare, his hate very apparent from his crossed arms and tense stance.
“You really don’t remember anything?” The woman gently says. I shake my head as I wipe my tears away.
“D-do.. do you know me?” I ask quietly, looking into the woman's eyes.
She hesitates, then mumbles “Sort of.” avoiding my gaze.
“W-who are you?” I ask. She stands up straight, startling me, but looking a bit relieved at the change of topic.
“Call me,” she says placing her hand on her chest, “Sky. That,” she says pointing at the grumpy man in red behind her “is Red.” The man called Red glares back at “Sky”. She then points at the two other figures on either side of me. “Those two are Juniper and Mauve.” Juniper and Mauve have the same type of suit as the other two, but Juniper has it in dark green and Mauve’s is purple. Mauve appears to be a 23 year old man with wavy dark brown hair and a rather slim frame. Brown freckles dot his nose, his expression serious. Juniper on the the other had looks like she’s only 15 with bright green eyes and long red hair, and seems a bit confused.
“Do… do you know my name?” I ask as I finally start to calm down.
“Well…” Sky says softly “Not exactly.” I exhale, the disappointment evident in my eyes. “But, I have an idea.” She says cheerfully “What about we call you… Hmmmm...” She snaps her fingers as an idea comes to her “Raven! Yes, that’s your name now.”
“Raven…” I whisper, liking the way the name rolls off of my tongue.
“We need to leave.” The solemn sound of Mauves voice startles me, and I turn my head to look at him. “There could be more coming.”
“But what are we going to do with...” Red answers angrily, motioning at me
“We take Raven with us” Sky fiercely replies, emphasising my new name.
“No way. We can’t”
“Yes way. We have to!”
“It’s not happening!”
“We are going to bring Raven with us.”
“No”
“Yes”
“N…”
“Red! Sky!” Mauve interrupts, effectively shutting them up. “We don’t have time for this! Just bring the da** kid!”
“But,”
“We. Don’t. Have. Time.” Mauve growls, looking Red dead in the eyes. Firmly grabbing my wrist, Mauve pulls me over to a sleek purple car, making me stumble, and the rest of the team follows, Red and Sky still glaring at each other. Mauve roughly shoves me into the back seat, then sits behind the wheel. Sky sits in shotgun after giving Red one last death glare, and Juniper and Red sit on my right side. Juniper is between me and Red, as it obvious that he doesn't want to be anywhere near me. The silence in the car is almost tangible, even the motor seems to be nothing more than a murmur. I fidget, waiting someone to do something, but no one makes a move to do anything. The discomfort in the car starts to freak me out, so I whisper to Juniper, shattering the silence.
“Are you… are you guys superheros or something?” Juniper flinches a bit at the sound of my voice, then turns to me. She gives me shaky smile
“Y-yeah. We’re part of a s-superhero group called Prism.”
“So it that why you use pseudonyms related to your color?”
“What?” Juniper asks, her smile frozen on her face
“You know, like how Juniper is a shade of green, Mauve is shade of purple, Sky is a shade of blue and Red, is, well, red.”
“Yeah.” She says, visibly relaxing. “We use them mostly so that our superhero lives don’t interfere too much with our regular lives.”
“So why is Red called Red? The rest of you are different shades, but he’s just the name of the color.”
“Well…” Juniper says, cracking smile “Evidently there aren’t many “manly” shades of red, and he wasn’t willing to be The Brick.” The idea is so absurd, that I begin to chuckle “What’s so funny?”
“I was just imagining Red going up to a villain and being all like, Fear me! For I am the mighty Brick!” Juniper starts to giggle too, until Red speaks,
“You know I’m right here!... And don’t call me “The Brick”” Juniper and I just look at each other and bust out laughing.
When we finally calm down, Juniper has a real smile on her face and I don’t feel nearly as terrified. Maybe it will be okay.
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