Ian has a crush and when he realizes that he will be spending the summer with said crush, he takes it as a sign to confess...will love blossom between the two?

Ian has a crush and when he finds out he'll be spending the summer with said crush he's determined to confess his feelings....will a relationship blossom between the two?

In recent times the ability to become a 'Sorcerer' has become quite a reality, something which countries all over the world have had to embrace for better or worse, anyone can learn to become a sorcerer, but it is hard and a skill that takes years to perfect, Sparky generally keeps himself busy taking on whatever job that peaks his interest, being a sorcerer himself he has now decided to take on some apprentices.

“I’m not a ‘thing’ to be possessed.” Olivia pulled her weight with her elbows and stared at Maxen whose head was now wedged between her legs. 

“Absolutely,” he agreed, widening the high slit of her gown. “You’re a goddess, Olivia. And I will even worship the land that you would set foot on.” 

... 

Olivia Lin. Exiled heiress of the biggest corporation in the small island of Nisia. Nobody knew of her name. Heck, nobody knew of her existence. Henry Lin, her father, left her in the farthest place from the country as possible the moment she was born. 

Maxen Victor Eton Sui, a heartbreak dressed in a hot suit. What more if he's wearing a crown? 

Now when their paths collide, will sparks fly? 

... 

*This is a dark romance, suitable for mature audiences, 18+ ONLY. Strong sexual themes and violence, which could trigger emotional distress are found in this story. Certain scenes are graphic and could be upsetting to some. This story is NOT for everyone. Proceed with caution. Discretion is advised. 

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“I’m not a ‘thing’ to be possessed.” Olivia pulled her weight with her elbows and stared at Maxen whose head was now wedged between her legs. 

“Absolutely,” he agreed, widening the high slit of her gown. “You’re a goddess, Olivia. And I will even worship the land that you would set foot on.” 

... 

Olivia Lin. Exiled heiress of the biggest corporation in the small island of Nisia. Nobody knew of her name. Heck, nobody knew of her existence. Henry Lin, her father, left her in the farthest place from the country as possible the moment she was born. 

Maxen Victor Eton Sui, a heartbreak dressed in a hot suit. What more if he's wearing a crown? 

Now when their paths collide, will sparks fly? 

... 

*This book is for mature readers.

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"Mama... Papa... Please help me...!" A young girl shouted for help from her parents. But everything was too late. She eventually murdered them all, causing a forced seal before she could wipe out humanity.

Now fast forward to today's time. This child has grown and became the Queen of Rivergale. These images of that night kept appearing, forcing her into suicidal tendencies. Will she ever get what she always wanted?

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"Your love story is the best out there! Why isn't anyone noticing how beautiful this is?! Nicholas Sparks will be shaking when your story comes out!" 

That's how his comrade describe their love story, but is that really beautiful?

Jackson and Nicholas was a best friend. Both of them always be together. One day, Jackson family moved from their city. Nicholas was to sad because that. After, 20 years Jackson was back to his city. At that time, Nicholas didn't recognise him and she will get married with Louis in 3 months.

Jackson was not a normal person anymore after the incident about the hunted house. He still at the world because he had a wish and wanted to make that became true. 

Jackson was fallen in love with Nicholas since they are kid. He used any method to make Nicholas recall about him. But all of that just wasted his time. Nicholas was in love with Louis she only think about Louis.

Jackson try to get close with Nicholas but had something that stopped him to do so. That made him became more difficult to make Nicholas remember about him.

Until the last will Nicholas recalled about Jackson? Or she still didn't remember who is Jackson?

*Jackson actually died when he enter to the hunted house. So who is with Nicholas? How that person know Nicholas?

It was then that Miles saw Sarah Andrews for the first time.

In that instant, no shivers pricked the hairs on the back of his neck, no premonitions burst forth like exploding fireworks; he felt no sense of foreboding at all, and looking back-considering all that was to come—he was always amazed by that.

Paano nga ba nagsisimula ang isang istorya—ang isang love story? 

Marahil, marami ang magsasabi na nagsisimula ang lahat sa unang pagkikita. 'Yung tipong sa unang pagkikita pa lang may sparks na. Parang may fireworks sa background o kaya naman, tulad sa pelikula, 'yung nag-i-slow motion ang paligid habang nagkakatitigan at nagngingitian ang mga bida.

Ang cliché. 

Bakit nga kaya gano'n, hindi tayo nagsasawa sa kung ano ang cliché? Parehong mga pelikula ang pinapanood natin. Parehong uri ng mga libro ang binabasa natin. Parehong mga bagay ang nagpapangiti sa atin, nagpapa-kilig . . . at nagpapa-ibig.

Pero paano kung sa unang pagkikita walang sparks, walang fireworks, walang slow motion, walang nakakatunaw na pagtitinginan o ngitian? Paano kung ang unang pagkikita e tulad ng kay Miles Ryan at Sarah Andrews? Baka nga 'yung pinakahihintay na chance encounter e 'di pa mapansin dahil parang ordinaryo lang ang lahat. Hindi pampelikula o pang-libro ang eksena.

Gan'yan naman ang totoong buhay 'di ba?

Alam ko kanina pa ko tinitingnan at siguro pinag-uusapan ng dalawang babae sa kabilang table. 

Iba ka talaga, Gordon Jimenez. Ang gwapo. Nyay, walang gano'n!

Siguro, napansin nila ang binabasa kong libro dito sa coffee shop—A Bend in the Road by Nicholas Sparks.

Napangiti na lang ako. 

Hindi ko maiwasang ma-curious sa kung ano nga ba ang iniisip ng mga babae kapag nakakakita sila ng lalaking nagbabasa ng romance fiction, chicklit novel, o iba pang libro na karaniwang binabasa ng mga babae.

Iniisip kaya nilang bading ako? 

Hindi naman siguro. Wala naman talaga kasing pinipilang gender ang romance fictions at kung ano pang genre ng isang akda 'di ba?

Kinikilig kaya sila?

May nabasa kasi ako minsan sa isang blog:

Seeing someone read a book you love is seeing a book recommend a person.

Isa kaya sa kanila e nabasa na ang librong hawak ko? Isa kaya sa kanila e nag-iisip na baka ako na ang the one para sa kaniya?

Natawa ako sa mga pumasok sa isipan ko. 

Ipinagpatuloy ko na lang ang pagbabasa ng libro. Kailangan e.

Marami kasing nahirapan sa malupit na exam ni Ms. Rodrin sa Literature. 'Di kapani-paniwala. Pero totoo . . . isa na ko sa mga bumagsak. Para makabawi, gumawa na lang daw kami ng book review. 

Pinapili ni Ms. Rodrin ang klase kung sinong author ang gusto namin. Ang mga kaklase ko gusto pa atang utakan si Ms. Rodrin, si Nicholas Sparks daw ang paborito nila; rinig na rinig naman ang bulungan nila na kaya si Sparks ang gusto nila e kasi may movies na yung mga book niya. Panonoorin na lang daw nila. Natawa na lang ako nang pumayag si Ms. Rodrin kasi ang pinili niyang book e yung wala pang movie version.

Ang totoo, pwede ko namang i-google na lang ang review ng book na 'to pero no'ng napadaan ako kanina sa bookstore, ewan ko ba, bigla lang ako na-curious basahin.

Tiningnan ko ulit ang dalawang babae sa kabilang table. Ngumiti ako sa kanila (Landi!) Walang sparks, pero parang kinilig sila. Narinig ko pa nga sabi ng isa na ang gwapo ko. Nyay, walang gano'n!

Hinigop ko na ang natitirang kape sa tasa, tumayo at lumabas na ng coffee shop. 

Wooo, ang  lamig ng gabi.

Pagdating ko sa tawiran, naabutan ako ng stop ng traffic lights. Ninety seconds. Ang tagal. 

Nakatitig lang ako sa traffic lights at sinasabayan ang bilang ng electronic counter nang mula sa likod ay may yumakap sa akin. 

"Mahal kita. Nakakainis ka," bulong niya. 

Babae siya, tingin ko base sa boses niya. Tingin ko lasing 'to. Boses lasing e.

Nang tatanggalin ko na sana ang pagkakayakap niya, siya na mismo ang unti-unting humiwalay sa'kin.

"Nakakainis ka," muli niyang sabi.

Humarap ako sa kanya na kaagad kong pinagsisihan. Bigla niya kong sinuntok. 'Di naman masyadong malakas kasi lasing nga siya, pero masakit pa rin.

Napahawak ako sa pisngi ko. First time kong masapak ng lasing.

Nagkatitigan kami. Siyempre kumunot ang noo ko sa kanya para ipakitang inis ako sa ginawa niya, kaya lang bigla niyang inalis ang kaniyang tingin. 

Nagsimula siyang maglakad. Nakatawid siya sa unang lane ng kalsada kahit pagewang-gewang, wala namang gaanong sasakyan sa lane na 'yun. Huminto siya sa gitna. Mas malapad na ang kalsada sa kabilang lane. Mas marami na rin ang mga sasakyang mabilis na dumaraan. Nagsimula siyang humakbang . . . 

Ano! Loko 'to, tatawid e naka-go pa rin yung mga sasakyan. 

Tatlong segundo rin akong napanganga habang nakatanaw sa kaniya—tatlong segundong nabawas sa counter ng traffic signal lights. 

Thirty seconds pa ang natitira bago magpalit sa green. Sa bilis ng mga sasakyan, malabong hindi siya mapuruhan kong masagasaan man siya. 

Ramdam ko ang pagbilis ng tibok ng puso ko. Tumakbo ako tungo sa kaniya at dali-dali kong hinatak ang braso niya palapit sa akin.

Tumama ang mukha niya sa dibdib ko. For the second time, nayakap niya ulit ako. Nakaka-ilan na sa'kin 'to ha.

Bahagya niya akong naitulak nang bumusina ang isang kotseng dumaan sa gilid namin. Na-weirdo-han siguro sa'min ang driver. Baka first time niyang makakita nang nagyayakapan sa gitna ng kalsada. Tumawa ako nang mahina. Parang pampelikula ang eksena namin ngayon.

"Bitawan mo ko, manyak ka!" sigaw niya.

Ibinaba ko ang tingin sa braso niya at kaagad na tinanggal ang pagkakahawak ko.

"Miss, hindi ako manyak. Ayan, stop na ang mga sasakyan. Makakatawid ka na."

"Ayaw ko." 

E may saltik naman pala talaga 'to e.

"O, sige ma-una na ko sa'yong tumawid." Tinalikuran ko siya at nagsimula nang maglakad. Sumunod naman siya sa likuran ko.

Pagkatawid, kumaliwa ako habang sa kabilang direksiyon naman siya pumunta. Lumnigon ako para  tanawin siya. Gano'n pa rin siya maglakad—parang tutumba. Muntik pa ngang siyang tumumba, nagawa niya lang na makahawak sa isang poste. 

Haist. Parang 'di ko siya kayang iwan na lang. 

Naglakad ako palapit sa kaniya. Hinawakan ko ang kamay niya at hinila ko siya pabalik sa coffee shop.

Pina-upo ko siya sa parehong pwesto ko kanina. Um-order ako ng cafe americano para sa kanya.

"O kape nang mahimasmasan ka naman kahit na konti."

Tinanggap niya naman ito. Umupo na rin ako. Magkaharap kami. Napangiti ako habang pinagmamasdan siya na dahan-dahang hinihigop ang kape. 

Walang nagsasalita sa amin. Tahimik. Naisipan kong kuhain sa bag ko ang binabasa kong libro kanina.


He would, however, always remember his surprise at the fact that Charlie had been right: She was attractive. Not glamorous in a high-maintenance way, but definitely a woman whose passing would cause men to turn their heads. Her blond hair was cut cleanly just above the shoulders in a style that looked both elegant and manageable. She wore a long skirt and a yellow blouse, and though her face was flushed from heat, her blue eyes seemed to radiate a freshness, as if she'd just spent the day relaxing at the beach.


Nang unang makita ni Miles si Sarah, no shivers pricked the hairs on the back of his neck, no premonitions burst forth like exploding fireworks; he felt no sense of foreboding at all. 

Sa madaling salita, walang kilig. Walang sparks. 

Katulad ito nang unang pagkikita namin ng babaeng nasa harapan ko. Walang slow motion. Walang titigan at ngitian. Sapak lang ang na-feel ko. Saklap.

Pero tulad ni Sarah Andrews, chicks din naman siya. Maputi. Yung mga mata niya, dark brown, pero halata mong iyon talaga ang kulay ng mga ito. Medyo magulo lang ang buhok niya pero maganda siya. Maganda siya . . . may saltik nga lang.

Napatingin ako sa orasan sa may dingding—8:47. Kailangan ko na talagang umuwi dahil may exam pa ko bukas.

"Wala bang pwedeng sumundo sa'yo rito? Kailangan ko na kasing umuwi e," tanong ko, tumayo ako.

Tumingala siya sa'kin. "Sige, okay lang. Ite-text ko na lang 'yung kaibigan ko."

Tingin ko medyo okay na siya. Ume-epekto na rin ang kape, nahimas-masan na siya kahit papaano.

"Sige, una na ko," pagpapaalam ko, pagkatapos, naglakad na ko palabas ng pinto.

Sa labas nakita ko siya mula sa glass panels ng coffee shop na kumakaway. Nakatingin siya sa'kin. Nabasa ko ang binibigkas ng bibig niya—Thank you—sabay ngiti.

Kumaway rin ako pabalik at tinanguan siya.

Dumiretso na ko sa paglakad at muling tumawid ng kalsada. Napadaan ako sa isang convenience store kung saan naaninagan ko ang sarili mula sa salaming pader . . . kanina pa pala ako nakangiti.

May sparks.

A boy who have moved on.
A girl with a broken heart. 
One crazy chance encounter. 
An unexpected romance.

"R-rated romance movies aren't for everyone. How about a change of subject, since you look a little uncomfortable: What's your favorite book series?"
"I am currently reading Ian Fleming's 'Casino Royale'. The first installment of the James Bond series. Pretty much anything action, adventure, or mystery. Some of my all-time favorite series include Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson, J. K. Rowling's Harry Potter, and Anthony Horowitz's Alex Rider. I also enjoy 'Lord of the Rings', 'The Chronicles of Narnia', Encyclopedia Brown, Nancy Drew, The Hardy Boys, and may others. What about you?"
"I've always enjoyed the classic dystopian sci-fi novels, such as '1984', 'Animal Farm', 'I, Robot', 'Dune', and 'The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy'. My mom also insisted that I read Jane Austen, Nicholas Sparks, and other romance authors. That's how I got into E. L. James and J. Kenner."
"So, you're a nerd and a romantic." I catch myself giggling a bit. {Gosh, what is this man doing to me. I've become a blushing schoolgirl.}
"Fine, go ahead. Make fun of me. But in my defense Orwell and Asimov are good writers. And you can't tell me that 'Pride and Prejudice' isn't a good book. It has history and finesse. What more could you want?"
"Okay, okay! I didn't mean to offend you, I'm just surprised is all."
"What, that I read romance novels?"
"No. That you read actual books."
"Harsh. But understandable. Most actors and celebrities don't portray themselves in a way that suggests any of us have the time or willingness to sit and read anything other than tabloid articles about ourselves."
We continue to talk about books for a while. Both pizzas were amazing. All good things must come to an end though. Austin takes me home and kisses me goodnight. It's an unexpected, but soft and gentle kiss. {Wow. I guess a second date isn't out of the question then.}
"Goodnight, Alexandra."
"Goodnight." {Something about the way he says my name in that dark accent of his drives me wild. I just hope that he doesn't notice.}
I take a shower I notice a new text from Austin. [Hey, I had a good time tonight. Would you like to go on a second date? I was thinking we could go to the movies sometime during the next week.] {Maybe it's best I leave that for tomorrow morning. That way I'm not making a hasty decision, right?}
 
When I woke up, I responded to Austin's text: [I have a commission due at the end of the week, but I think I can spare enough time for a date.]
[Good. Let's say Friday at 6?]
[Sounds like a plan.]
[It's a date then. 😉]
I call my mom, as I do almost every Sunday. She is excited that I've actually gone out on a date for once. Everything is going well at home, and we are all set for dinner tonight. She tells me to invite Zach, and I agree that it would be good for him after dinner with his mother.
I decide to go talk to him in person and drive over to his apartment.
"Hey. I wasn't expecting you today. Is everything alright?"
"Yeah. My mom invited you to dinner tonight. I told her about dinner with your mother the other day."
"Okay." He laughs a bit, and I can't help but smile. "I'll go to dinner with you and your family."
"I will text her to let her know."
"Uh… just out of curiosity, how was your date with Austin last night?"
"It was great! Have you heard of Pizza Pi? Their mac'n'cheese pizza is surprisingly amazing."
"Pi as in 3.14?"
"Yep. Kinda funny if you think about it."
"I think Sam said something about that place at some point. Maybe it had something to do with one of her dates. I can never keep them all straight. Anyway, how did it go? Do you have a second date lined up?"
"Actually, yes. Friday at 6. I believe we are headed to a movie theater."
"That sounds like fun. I'm glad you had a good time. Speaking of time, we should probably get going before your parents start to worry about your whereabouts."

Alexandra Kay Moran is a freelance artist and interior designer.

Zackary  Holland is Alex's Best friend, and is an officer of the Central City Police Department.

Austin King is an actor playing a motorcycle cop in a TV series being filmed in Central City.

Austin hires Alex to redesign his new apartment, and her life is never the same again.

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