When the time of Maria's aunt death anniversary, both her and Iphigeneia went for a trip to Maria's hometown in the North. Nostalgic memories from her childhood resurfaced for Maria in her old mansion. But a big different experience for her friend Iphinegeneia when she experienced unusual events and a chilly atmosphere surrounds the mansion. A weird feeling started creeping in her system. Both the girls' day and night became a challenge. Sleeps became foreign, and sensations never felt before became the everyday and every night thing. Will they uncover the secret or the darkest hidden in the old mansion? Will they survive another night safely? Let's join the girls' adventure and discovery within the threshold of Maria's old mansion in the countryside.

When the monster wasn't under your bed but just sitting beside you.

This narrative chronicles the meeting of Kathy and John. While the events depicted are true, the use of pseudonyms—specifically for "Anna" and "Kathy"—has been necessary to protect the privacy and well-being of those involved. However, the character of John McClean is identified by his real name.The author, Jane L. Candle, writes from the perspective of a close confidante to Professor McClean. Tasked as his amanuensis, Candle’s role was to document and synthesize the Professor’s extensive research experiences and personal encounters during his time in the Philippines.Readers should note that the introductory portion of this narrative has been adapted and expanded from the original work, “Anna’s Story” by Adora Velasco, ensuring that the authentic cultural foundations of the journey are preserved.

Is it possible for a stripper to still be a virgin? Most readers will scoff and say no-of course, there's no such creature. The word "stripper" tends to conjure up a ready-made caricature: a desperate slut who'll do anything for cash, a woman discarded by dignity, tossed around by life like a rag doll on the swing of life. They bob along like pieces of immoral flotsam, swept through a world that judges first and asks questions never.But that judgment would be wrong. Spectacularly wrong!Cassandra, the unlikely heroine of our tale, is exactly what cynics insist cannot exist: a virgin stripper. Unbothered by the labels others hurl at her, she carries herself with a strange, almost inconvenient self-knowledge. Her identity is not up for public denunciation. She belongs to herself-and that, to her, is enough.Besides, every "lady of the night" begins her story the same way everyone else does-innocent, hopeful, believing in soft childhood fantasies. Most of them once dreamed of a Prince Charming who would sweep them away from the soot and struggle of their lives, lift them out of the ashes like a modern Cinderella, and carry them into some shimmering Golden Palace where love was pure and salvation effortless.But reality has a cruel way of rewriting dreams. Cinderella belongs to fairy tales, to storybooks whispered to children at bedtime. Out here-in the real world-hope is fragile, and wishful thinking rarely survives the night.

Romance in the night life

For a love that challenges everything

Your past will never define your future

Loving you even in the after life.