Maybe Tonight By Seductive Venus A Trese fanfic "Sinag?" She froze in her seat when she heard his deep, melodious voice. Of all the places on earth, she had to bump into him here . She'd always thought that travelling all the way to White Beach, Puerto Galera would take him out of the equation.  If she went as far away from Metro Manila as possible then she would definitely NOT bump into him.  Sinag had planned her three-day Holy Week vacation ahead of time. She'd gotten permission from her strict parents, her older brothers and younger sister to leave the city for a while to spend some time alone in the beach.  Her work as a high-profile lawyer left her drained and exhausted so she needed regular vacations to stay sane. She'd chosen a lovely rustic beach resort called Amami in the farthest part of the island to enjoy the sunsets, the walks in the beach and the fabulous Italian food that Fabian prepared specially for her.  All she needed was a three day vacation t...

Manila 2060 by Seductive Venus a Trese fanfic Alexandra Trese looked down on the glittering lights of Metro Manila from a cozy spot with a view in Antipolo. It was a beautiful late-summer night, perfect for a short drive up to the mountains to get some fresh air before investigating the nasty, gruesome, and unusual incidents that had been happening in the area lately. Bodies had been found drained of blood and discarded along the roadside. An evening breeze blew gently and ruffled her hair. She wrapped her iconic black Takipsilim coat tighter around her slim frame and cursed the cold that seeped into her bones. But she didn't take her eyes off the city that shimmered and glittered in the distance. Metro Manila in 2060 was still beautiful, but in a romantic, tragic kind of way. The pandemic of 2020 had wreaked havoc, bringing disaster and utter chaos to her city. She should have known that it would bring economic depression, poverty, unemployment, and death, but she hadn't paid ...

  THE ALBION STAR THE YOUNG GENTLEMAN WHO KNOWS WHAT TOMORROW HOLDS, BUT CANNOT BE PERSUADED TO HOLD HIS TONGUE ABOUT IT EXCLUSIVE SOCIETY FEATURE | THE MEN OF FARADAY STREET By Miss Beatrice Vale, Special Correspondent Mr Sebastian Ashford, Seer and head of the Star Seeker Detective Agency, has lately been observed entering his establishment with a loaf of bread under one arm and an expression suggesting that the future has once again disappointed him.  The Star secured an interview with the young gentleman on the understanding that questions concerning his colleagues, his prophetic abilities, and the Emerald Gentleman would be answered with candour, although we regret to report that his familiar appears to have had other ideas. At twenty-two, Mr Ashford has already encountered the sort of supernatural inconveniences that would cause a lesser man to retire to the countryside and cultivate turnips. He has declined to do so. Instead, he resides at No. 7 Faraday Street, London, ...