Calista Harmony had it all—beauty, magic, authority, and wealth. Yet with just a single wish, her crown fell, together with everything that she possessed for being the successor of the throne. No more jail dressed like castle. She's no longer married to a jerk dressed as prince. No more formidable control, and pretension, and life that is not for her to decide. Waking up in a completely different world, it seems like her prayers were answered by the heavens, bestowed on her the life she never had. She's free! But . . . what is this parching breeze enveloping her body as her gaze scans this foul-smelling, stingy place? She took her time to absorb what's happening, and it didn't last long. "I'm in a stable . . . " she murmured, looking at the horses lined in rows, left and right. "No way!" Her voice sounded like a loud thunder after minutes of blinking and convincing herself that these are nothing but a joke. The feet. The fur. The tail. "I ran away from being a princess just to be a . . . horse?"

Anuman ang isulat namin sa pader ng aming kuwarto ay lilitaw din sa pader ng kuwarto ng aming soulmate. In eighteen years of existence, I've been writing to my soulmate, my wall almost has no tiny space left to write on, but he never replied. So I had no idea who he is. One day, out of frustration, I wrote on my wall, "Fine! You think you're a loss? Besides, I have an ultimate crush---the oh so handsome fafa Benji, one of the heartthrobs in my university. Duh!" Who would have thought that in the very first time, I finally received a response from him? My skin almost lost its color. Worse, I almost ran out of air to breathe. In a messy handwriting, he says, "Crush, my ass. Wrong spelling. Sa dulo, kulang ng letter E." Natutop ko ang bibig ko. Benjie ba dapat 'yon?

She's a lady made of gold, intelligence, and beauty. Her parents are business owners. She is always the top one in school. She took home the bacon when she joined a beauty pageant for the first time. She has almost everything other people are dreaming of. She's close to perfection. So why . . . Why is this particular lady ended up homeless? Now, she was forced to live in the mansion of a man she doesn't even love.

Sarina Cruz is an anonymous author. She has been doing the cycle of her life in silence and in dark. For her, the world orbits smoothly until her twin sister, Shiyuri, asked her a dangerous favor. If she is living in silence, her sister is exposed in the crowd. It is a model artist, cheerful with overflowing confidence—her exact opposite. The world seemed to be led astray. A certain writers' field trip came, and for some reason, she needed to pretend as someone else—as her twin sister, Shiyuri. With unwanted pretense and shadows of secrets, she risked herself in that particular trip that led her to Third Montecarlo, her sister's boyfriend. Pretending is never easy, and dealing with the man she's been adoring secretly is a war against her heart. Nevertheless, she dealt even if it kills her. Stuck on a dilemma, she encountered being torn between loyalty and betrayal, silence and revelation, as well as martyrdom and letting go.

"Too bad, you need to learn how to write erotica in order to be a part of their collaboration." Pigil ang hininga niya habang unti-unting humahaplos ang kamay ng kanyang boss paakyat sa kanyang balikat. "You want me to help you?" Ash Santillan, a CEO of a publishing company in the country, offered himself to help Yamirah in learning how to write erotic stories. At this juncture of a moment, it is indeed the greatest help and best idea she would accept. Kailanga'ng-kailangan niya ito sa kagustuhan niyang makita ang iniidolong manunulat na siyang kasali sa collaboration series na gagawin nila. Sukdulang naisipan niyang magpaubaya sa gustong gawin ng binatang boss sa kanya. Gusto niyang um-oo, ngunit ni simpleng tango ay hindi niya maibigay sa oras na iyon. Nanatili siya sa posisyon hanggang sa tuluyan nang dumampi ang mainit na hininga ng binata sa sensitibong parte ng kanyang leeg. "Remember all the details that might happen at this very moment, young lady. Be submissive and you will be able to see him. Do you want that?" her 'beyond compare' and god-like employer---that's how she sees him-whispered in a manner that made her thank the world for letting her exist. Isang nag-aalinlanga'ng tango ang pinakawalan niya. "Good." Ngumisi ang binata. "Now, Yamirah, strip." --- This is Francisco Series #1

Every day is a torture to Aliana Harris since her mother left and her father committed a suicide. Being a college student with nothing but a small amount of money left in her pocket, she found it harder to keep going than to give up. Fortunately, she was able to find a job—to take care of the grandmother of a rich businesswoman who married an American and later became an American citizen. Akala ni Aliana ay doon maayos na niyang natutupad ang mga pangarap niya—ang maipagpatuloy ang pag-aaral at maging pinakamataas sa Dean's list. Ang kaso, isang transfer student ang nagsampal sa kanya na hinding-hindi niya makakamit ang lahat ng gusto niya. Chaos Harrison—matalino, guwapo, sikat na personalidad, at ang mortal niyang kalaban. Mabuti sana kung hindi na lang sila nagkakilala, ngunit sa kasamaang-palad, nagkabanggaan sila ng landas at hindi nila itinago ang galit nila sa isa't isa kahit hindi pa naman sila tuluyang magkakilala. Huli na nang nalaman ni Aliana na isang pagkakamaling kinalaban niya ito. Because this transfer guy is not just a famous and rich guy that even happened to be her classmate, but he's no other than her employer's one and only son.

@YourInfinityCupid His username popped out in my screen. My heart thumped. I hyperventilated. I suddenly tapped the notification and read his update. I smiled about on what it consists. Oh, how to be yours po? Words are our messages. Screen and paper are our connection. And his written pieces are our destiny. He has millions of followers, reads, votes, and comments. And I am absolutely unnoticeable. Yes. I drowned so hard, so deep, with the legendary writer I idolized. I am Hannah Seitchel Bartolome. This is my life, this is my story, and this is how I escaped. He is a very famous writer and I am . . . I am just one of his million readers. "Don't fall in love with a writer."

Ivy Candle Colanse, a graduate of Bachelor of Arts in English Language and Literature, left her hometown and became a real estate agent in La Villamorés Real Estate Agency. Leaving the city of Sangrove is the best idea she has thought in order to escape from her tragic memory-memory that the city and its people gave her. Unfortunately, upon setting a foot in her new place didn't change anything. She's still struggling from a self-blame, regret, disappointment, longing, and sorrow. The Ivy she tried to bury keeps on crawling out of her grave, hunting her. However, a not-so-remarkable kind of encounter with a man named Nick Aragoza eventually changed her life. She hides everything about her, he's too transparent. She's aloof, he's clingy like a moth to a flame. They are never in parallel lines, but he was able to reach her. Everything is going so smooth, a single percent through perfection, until Nick found out her secret and the past she has been hiding from the very beginning.