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In the sleek, modern environment of a consulting firm's office, Lorraine Martino and Gabriel Han embark on their first day, each bringing their own backgrounds and expectations. Lorraine, carrying the weight of her mother’s celebrity and her parents' complex separation, maintains a composed and distant demeanor. Gabriel, new to the corporate world and adjusting to the polished, impersonal environment, struggles with his nerves but exudes a warm, genuine presence. As they navigate the initial orientation, Lorraine and Gabriel’s paths cross. Their first interaction is marked by a mutual curiosity—Gabriel is intrigued by Lorraine's composed yet distant demeanor, while Lorraine finds Gabriel’s honesty and grounded nature refreshing amidst the typical corporate facade. Their brief conversation reveals their personal struggles and backgrounds, fostering a subtle but significant connection. In the office kitchen, their conversation deepens, providing a glimpse into their personal lives. Gabriel’s straightforwardness about his unfamiliarity with the corporate world contrasts with Lorraine’s guardedness about her complicated family background. Despite their differences, they find common ground in their shared experience of navigating challenging personal histories. As the day progresses, both Lorraine and Gabriel reflect on their encounter, sensing that their initial impressions are just the beginning of a more complex and evolving relationship. Their interaction hints at future developments and mutual discoveries, setting the stage for a deeper exploration of their individual journeys and how their paths might intertwine in the professional and personal spheres.

She had onced believed in the idea of do well to be loved well. But no matter what she do, no matter how hard she thrive, she had never felt nor received such foolish feelings. She was once a naive girl, hoping to receive affection, but now that she died, she no longer know if seeking for love was really the right path. Looking up to the dull vision of her body moving on its own and killing herself for the nth time, every second made her heart turn cold. Even loosing the hope in her eyes. A dry and petty laugh made out from her mouth as her heart secretly mourned and also hoped. Someone out there, grant me my greed, she thought, let me live. Just this once. As nothing seemed to happen, she smiled bitterly and closed her eyes. But when she opened it again she was back. But this time, she will change everything. Love? I have money. Attention? I have knowledge. Relationship? I got food. But wait, who are you and why are you doting on me?

She had onced believed in the idea of do well to be loved well. But no matter what she do, no matter how hard she thrive, she had never felt nor received such foolish feelings. She was once a naive girl, hoping to receive affection, but now that she died, she no longer know if seeking for love was really the right path. Looking up to the dull vision of her body moving on its own and killing herself for the nth time, every second made her heart turn cold. Even loosing the hope in her eyes. A dry and petty laugh made out from her mouth as her heart secretly mourned and also hoped. Someone out there, grant me my greed, she thought, let me live. Just this once. As nothing seemed to happen, she smiled bitterly and closed her eyes. But when she opened it again she was back. But this time, she will change everything. Love? I have money. Attention? I have knowledge. Relationship? I got food. But wait, who are you and why are you doting on me?

"Alexa?" " Or Lina? What should I call you?" Yang suddenly asked grabbing her wrist. Lina remain frozen on the spot. Her hands were trembling. Her heart sank. She was scared to death. Yang walked in front of her and made her look look straight into his eyes. "Wha... what are you talking about??" Lina fumbled and looked down couldn't keeping up with his cold stare. He chuckled. Without breaking the eye-contact he held up her chin. His thumb was caressing her cheeks. Suddenly he removed her glasses ignoring her struggle to break free her hand from his. Without the glasses her ocean blue eyes were throwing daggers to him. "It seems that you forgot something today Miss Ray." " What.. what are you talking about? And It's Miss Park or Lina Park, for your kind information Mr. Lu. Not me, but You seem to be forgetful nowadays." She slapped away his hands. "Now give me back my glasses. Would you please Mr. Lu? I still have cases to take care of." How far can you go for love? How far can you go for friendship? How far can you go to keep the deepest pain in your heart only to yourself? Love? That was never the cup of tea for Lina. But she fell hard for someone. Someone who never look back. Someone who didn't keep his promise to her. Someone whom she couldn't forget no matter how hard she tried. A broken promise forced her to close heart forever. She changed herself, left the place she grew up, let go of her innocence just to forget him. Now a changed Lina is ready to lead a new life where the happiness of her close-ones mattered the most. She can do everything just to see her family happy who did the same for her. But luck happened. Lina met Yang. The only person who can made waves in her broken heart without even trying. Just seeing him from afar could stirr up something in her which she couldn't figure out. Can he mend her broken heart? Here comes Lu Yang. The talented, mischievous, handsome sporty topper of the college. Love? That never came in his way or did it already?. After waking up from near-year long coma he realised that he had already lost 'her.' 'Her'. The 'first love'... no! the 'only love' of his life. He searched for her everywhere but in the end the news of her death came to him like a blow crashing his every little will of living. But he survived. He had to live. He had to fulfill the promises he made to her. So, he made himself alive. Living in a soulless body. A stoned heart that none was able to move. Life goes on. It never stops for anyone. But, One day he heard a voice. A voice that shook his entire world. A voice that haunted him in his sleep every night. A voice so familiar yet so distant. A voice that belonged to 'love of his life.' Will he be able to reach to his beloved? Will love come across their way? Or will they cross each other? Let's find out.... A story of two star-crossed lovers and more. The world of 'Someday, somewhere' is now open. Connect: Instagram - @anaya_t9

"Thanks for saving me as well. I didn't know I'll be the one falling", Mio tried to laugh it off. He grabbed her arm and his hand started to shake. "Who are you trying to impress? You could've died there. What you did was no different from what the girl was trying to do", Hideyoshi sighed. "Are you suggesting for me just to watch?", Mio tilted her head. "Whether she dies or lives, it's not your fault. We are all entitled to take care of our lives", Hideyoshi left with those words. Mio melted in shame once again. Hideyoshi noticed it. "Are you really living?", Hideyoshi asked. Mio tilted her head. "Because... I am merely existing", Hideyoshi said in boredom. Why is it that she's always around when he's pissed the most? That time, out of boredom... he just spurted those words. "Then if you're living, can you... help me live?". Hideyoshi cupped Mio's face. That time...out if pity, she also answered without the thought of any consequences. "I'd try to...".

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"Sleep is no longer peaceful—it’s a death sentence." In a world where dreams have turned fatal, sleep is forbidden, cause every time someone closes their eyes, their mind transcends into the Somnic Plane. It’s a realm where wraiths roam and devour sleepers. Each sleeper becomes a wraith in another person’s nightmare, which endlessly feeds the cycle of death. To survive, humanity built its salvation in vials: serums— drugs that keep them awake. But when the serums begin to fail—tightening the bloodstream, decaying cells, and triggering collapses—the fragile balance between reality and dream begins to crumble. But in the midst the chaos stands Aiden Cross, a man untouched by the curse. He doesn’t sleep. He doesn’t dream. Yet, he can see the wraiths. And what he sees in them… isn’t human anymore. He is by theory, the only human who can’t turn into a wraith in another person’s nightmare. As the world’s thin line between waking and dreaming begins to tear apart, one truth remains: To sleep is to die. To dream is to awaken something far worse.

Genalyn Velez became an orphan at the age of 16. She was left with no choice but to be a working student because she needs to support her younger sister Glay. But Dr. Alexander appeared in their doorstep. Caught in between saving her sister or saving herself means being away from her sister so she was forced to agree to Dr. Alexander Asuncion's offer when she discovered the truth behind her biological parents darkest secrets.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!