Alice Meyers is undeniably powerful! Since she was young, she has been aware of her extraordinary ability known as ESP. When her emotions run high, she can make things happen with an intensity that often surprises her. This captivating story centers on time travel and the intricate dynamics of friendship and love between Alice and her childhood friend, Johnson Taylor. Unfortunately, Johnson seems to attract danger and tragedy at every turn, leading Alice to question whether she can save him in time. As their journey unfolds, readers will ponder whether they can achieve a happy ending together or if Johnson will become a sacrifice for the greater peace of humanity. Join Alice as she travels from the United States to the Philippines, moving through modern times and back to the harrowing days of World War II, and be swept away by a myriad of emotions along the way.
View More2024In the stillness of the night, Alice twisted under her sheets, a faint crease of worry etched between her brows. Her breath was uneven, caught somewhere between sleep and panic. The dream had returned—but this time, it was more vivid than ever.She was not in her room anymore. She was standing in a dimly lit alley that reeked of urine and old sweat. The air was heavy. Thick. The kind that clung to your skin and didn’t let go.And there was Leonora.Beautiful. Broken.She stood near the edge of the alley, barefoot, bruised, and trembling in a thin, torn dress. Her hair, once jet black and glossy, was now matted and dulled by grime and blood. Her eyes—those eyes Alice knew so well—were hollow. But they flickered, faintly, with something deep underneath: rage, shame, fear, and a sliver of hope that refused to die.Then Alice saw her.Corazon.Still alive.Still poisonous.She stood a few meters away, counting thick wads of pesos with one hand and holding a small ledger with the othe
Simon stood on the steps of the barracks, gripping the edge of the railing like it might steady his nerves. The sun was just breaking over the Clark Airfield compound, casting long shadows across the jeep parked near the mess hall. Nathan, wiping grease from his hands after an early inspection run, looked up with a furrowed brow.“You okay?” he asked. “You look like you just got drafted again.”Simon scratched the back of his head. “I need a favor.”Nathan narrowed his eyes. “Let me guess. It involves a girl.”Simon laughed nervously. “Yeah. Leonora.”“Figured. What is it?”“I want to go to Tipas. Not just to visit,” Simon said, standing straighter. “I want to meet her family. Do it the right way. Ask for their blessing.”Nathan raised his eyebrows. “So you’re going full ‘suitor from the provinces’ now?”Simon grinned. “Apparently there’s a whole tradition—harana, pamanhikan, everything. I’ve been reading, practicing my Tagalog... failing at it.”Nathan crossed his arms, smirking. “Yo
The early morning haze still lingered over the rice paddies when Pedro found Leonora barefoot in the field behind Ramon’s house, her hands cupped around a wounded kingfisher. Dew glistened on the leaves, catching the pale gold light of sunrise. Pedro watched as she whispered something under her breath. A soft glow flickered from her palms, and within seconds, the kingfisher’s wing straightened with a crack that sounded more like relief than pain.It chirped once, flapped its wings, and took off into the sky.“You could’ve told me you were leaving before dawn,” Pedro called out.Leonora glanced back with a faint smile. “You were still asleep. And you snore like a bull carabao.”Pedro scoffed, approaching with a lazy grin. “You’ve been hanging around Ramon too long. You’re starting to sound like family.”Leonora shrugged, brushing dirt from her skirt. “Maybe I am.”Their bond had shifted over the last few months—not romantic, not quite friendship either. Something rooted deeper. He was
1953.Pedro groaned as he sat up on the damp earth, brushing off leaves and bits of moss from his shirt. Around him, the air smelled of pine and fresh rain, and the faint chirping of birds replaced the oppressive silence of Corazon’s mansion. A low hum of magical residue lingered in the air, fading quickly. Leonora knelt nearby, her hands glowing faintly as she steadied herself."Are you alright?" she asked, her voice steadier than before."I’ve had better landings," Pedro muttered, wincing. "But yes. You?"Leonora looked down at her hands, her brows furrowing. "I feel... different. Stronger. The dungeon must have suppressed my powers. But now... it’s like they’re waking up."She reached out to touch the bark of a tree beside her. As her fingers met the rough surface, the wilted moss covering its roots began to glow with gentle green light, slowly rejuvenating. Flowers bloomed at its base within seconds.Pedro watched, wide-eyed. "You’re healing the forest."Leonora stepped back, awe
Alice awoke to the sharp trill of her phone vibrating beside her pillow. She rubbed her eyes and squinted at the screen, her manager’s name flashing insistently.“Alice, don’t forget your shooting starts tomorrow,” her manager said, her voice brisk and tired, likely calling from set.“I’ll be there,” Alice mumbled, cutting the call off before she even fully finished her sentence.As her senses caught up with her, she sat up in bed and unlocked her phone. Dozens of unread messages greeted her. Most were from her manager, a few from friends, and several from her parents. She tapped on one from her dad.“Your uncle and aunt will be visiting next week. Would you be able to come home? They miss you.”She sighed, then typed back a quick reply.“I’ll be there.”As she looked at the date, realization sank in. Today was the day she, Odette, and Johnson were supposed to go shopping—the day Kimmy had bumped into Johnson in the past. Her eyes drifted across the room.There he was. Johnson lay spra
Pedro’s jaw tensed, his dark eyes locked onto Alice’s determined face. “After ensuring Leonora’s safety, I’ll come back for you. Don’t expect me to run while you walk into the lion’s den alone.”Alice took a step closer, lowering her voice so only he could hear. "I don’t expect you to run. I expect you to protect Leonora, no matter what." She placed a firm hand on his arm. "If I fail, she’s the only one who can stop Corazon for good."Pedro’s expression darkened, but he nodded reluctantly. Odette, standing nearby, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "She knows what she’s doing," she murmured. "And she won’t be alone. We’ll be right outside."Alice gave them both a grateful glance before turning toward the looming shadows ahead. The mansion was barely visible beyond the thick trees, its twisted iron gates wrapped in vines pulsing with dark energy. The entire forest seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with Corazon’s presence. Even the wind refused to stir, as though nature it
Alice knew that to face Corazon, she needed to understand her enemy completely, even if that meant delving into the shadows of Corazon’s past. And so, as her friends remained close, Alice channeled her energy toward the spirit realm again—not just to search for Johnson and Leonora, but to uncover Corazon’s beginnings, the seed of darkness that had once blossomed within her.A Glimpse into Corazon’s PastIn the heart of a small village nestled between ancient trees and winding rivers, Corazon grew up as a child unlike any other. Long before she became a black witch, she was simply a girl with dark, curious eyes and a mind that wandered where others dared not go. While the other children played and laughed in the sunlit meadows, Corazon’s gaze lingered on the shadows that seemed to shift and breathe along the forest’s edge. She noticed what others ignored—the spaces between light and dark where strange things lurked, unseen yet undeniably real.One evening, as she watched a faint shadow
Alice lay awake, her mind thrumming with the image of Johnson’s ghostly form flickering before her and his haunting warning. She’s coming. The words echoed in her mind, making her feel more vulnerable and hunted than ever. Corazon was not just a shadow from her past—she was coming, and she was hungry for vengeance. But Alice wasn’t the same person Corazon had once overpowered. She had grown stronger, mastering gifts that went beyond anything she’d ever imagined.With each night, her powers sharpened further. She could feel the pulse of life in the plants outside her window, the murmur of the animals in the woods nearby, even the whispers of energy in the air. She was beginning to see that everything around her was connected, woven into an intricate web that she could touch, manipulate, and reshape. The world had become her ally, a vast and powerful force that flowed through her veins as naturally as her own blood.But as her power grew, so did her dread. The closer she got to Corazon,
In a matter of weeks, Alice had nearly perfected her skill in astral projection, slipping into the spirit realm with ease. But her triumph felt hollow; despite her dedication, she still couldn’t find any trace of Johnson or Leonora. She had poured months into honing her abilities, pushing herself beyond her limits night after night, ignoring Leonora’s advice to train gradually. The toll on her body was unmistakable, yet she persisted, consumed by the need to master her skills.One evening, Alice opened her eyes slowly, her surroundings a blur as she struggled to focus. The room was dimly lit, and as her vision cleared, she saw Pedro seated beside her bed, his face drawn with worry.“How are you feeling?” he asked softly, his gaze flickering with concern.Alice managed a weak smile, though it took almost all the energy she could muster. “I feel… drained, like everything’s been sapped out of me.” Her voice was barely a whisper, and her limbs felt heavy, as though her strength had seeped
It is just another ordinary day for almost everyone, but it is different for Alice Meyers.Today, December 21, 2023, is her eighteenth birthday. She can finally move out of her parent's house and live on her own. Having saved enough money through part-time jobs as a commercial model and an extra in various movies, Alice feels a sense of independence. However, she doesn’t have many real friends—just acquaintances or people who want to be close to her, but she keeps them at arm's length.Johnson Taylor and Odette Sanchez are the childhood friends she cherishes. The three of them have known each other since they were five years old and attended the same school. Alice isn’t the friendly type; she often feels different from them and worries that they would think she’s weird if they ever learned about her true self. To her, she is a freak with extrasensory perception. In addition, she can make things happen when her emotions are particularly intense.Her only two friends remain unaware of th...
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