Novels by Ameiry Savar

Joaquin stood frozen as he stared at the back of the man in the wheelchair. The old man was angled toward the glass window, silently watching the sweeping view of the mountains.For a moment, Joaquin couldn’t make himself move.What if the man didn’t recognize him? What if he didn’t accept him?What if… he was wrong again?A storm of questions spun inside his mind, each one heavier than the last, and none with an answer he could bear to imagine.He flinched slightly when he felt someone latch onto his arm.Serena. She gave him a soft smile—as if she felt every fear trembling inside him.“Go to him,” she whispered.Joaquin inhaled deeply. “What if—”Serena tapped his arm, firm but comforting. “No what-ifs. Just go talk to him.”One more breath. One nod.He forced his feet to move.Every step made his heartbeat louder. By the time he reached the man, it felt like time itself held its breath.The resemblance was undeniable. The same nose. The same jawline. The same presence. Only the eye

Joaquin couldn’t help but laugh when he finally saw who had ambushed them.“Sergio Black?”Sergio’s eyes burned with fury as he glared at Joaquin.“You think I’d just let that go? After you disrespected me—after you humiliated me?!”Joaquin shook his head slowly. “Why don’t you just stop, Sergio? I can’t believe people like you still exist—those who can’t accept their mistakes or their defeat.”Sergio gasped, his pride wounded. “Me? Then let’s see who’s really the loser.”He suddenly aimed his gun at Joaquin and pulled the trigger. But Joaquin didn’t even flinch—he let his aura absorb the bullet entirely.“I didn’t want to use this anymore,” Joaquin muttered, his voice calm yet edged with warning. “I really wanted to live a normal life now.”In that instant, his eyes began to glow. Flames curled from his hands, swirling like living fire.Sergio froze, stumbling a step backward.“W-What the hell?! How can you do that?!”Joaquin smirked, his tone almost pitying. “I’ll make this quick fo

“What is it, Joaquin?” Serena asked, confused as she noticed the sudden change in his expression.Joaquin stood frozen, still holding his phone. He could barely find his voice. Slowly, he lowered the device and looked straight at her.“I… I found him, Serena.”Serena frowned, unsure what he meant. “Who?”“My father,” Joaquin whispered, disbelief thick in his tone. “My real father.”Serena’s eyes widened in shock. “What? Joaquin, that’s incredible! Then let’s go—let’s go to him now!”Without wasting another second, they both hurried out of the house. Joaquin grabbed his keys, his heart hammering in his chest as they got into the car. Rick had texted him the coordinates, and he wasn’t about to lose another moment.He pressed hard on the accelerator, the engine roaring to life. Every light they passed blurred into streaks of gold as the car sped down the empty road.His father was alive. After all the lies, all the blood, all the pain — there was still a piece of his past left breathing.

After dinner, Joaquin and Serena left the restaurant hand in hand.The city lights shimmered like scattered stars, reflected on the rain-kissed pavement. It had drizzled earlier — not enough to ruin the night, just enough to make everything glow.Joaquin opened the car door for her. “Careful,” he murmured, smiling as she gathered her dress and slid in.Serena looked at him with that same tender disbelief she’d been wearing all evening. “I still can’t believe this happened.”“Well, believe it,” he teased, settling behind the wheel. “You’re stuck with me now.”She laughed softly, her fingers brushing over the ring again. It fit perfectly — as if it had always belonged there. “You really surprised me, Joaquin. I thought you were just taking me to dinner.”He grinned. “You underestimate my ability to be romantic.”“Oh, I don’t,” she countered playfully. “I just didn’t expect this level of effort. A fancy dinner, a diamond ring, and a speech that could make anyone cry?”He chuckled, starti

Joaquin arrived at the restaurant just before sunset. The sky outside was painted in gold and lavender, as if the heavens themselves were preparing for something magical. The restaurant’s glass walls glowed warmly, reflecting the soft light of dusk.He adjusted his simple black shirt, brushed off invisible dust from his pants, and took a deep breath. This is it.The maître d’ recognized him immediately. “Good evening, Sir Joaquin. Table for two, as usual?”Joaquin smiled faintly. “Yes. And make sure the roses are fresh, please.”“Of course, Sir. Everything is ready.”He walked toward their favorite table — the one by the large window overlooking the city skyline. He could still remember the first time he and Serena had dined there. She had laughed so hard that night that she nearly spilled her wine. That laugh, he thought, that’s what I want to hear for the rest of my life.He placed the small box in his pocket, his fingers brushing over it as if to reassure himself that it was still

The man burst into laughter, the kind that dripped with arrogance.“You’re not seriously going to sell that ring to him, are you?” he asked the saleslady, his tone sharp with entitlement.The poor woman froze, swallowing hard, eyes darting between the two men. She didn’t know what to do.“You don’t recognize me, do you?” the man barked, leaning closer. “You’d really rather serve him than me?!”The saleslady’s face turned pale; she clearly didn’t recognize the man, but his tone alone was enough to make her panic.Joaquin almost rolled his eyes. He’d met men like this all his life — loud, spoiled, and convinced that money made them gods.“So what if you’re someone important?” Joaquin said coolly. “I’m buying this ring, no matter who you think you are.”The man laughed — a sharp, mocking sound. “You’ve got some nerve talking to me like that. Do you have a death wish or something?”Joaquin tilted his head. “Why? Who exactly are you to talk so loud?”The man straightened his suit and puffe

“This is your plane ticket. You leave tomorrow at five in the morning.”Sophia placed the ticket on the table. They were already back at her house, and the moment they arrived, she had immediately arranged everything for Carl’s departure.Carl stared at the piece of paper. He leaned back in his chair and let out a deep breath.“I’m not going anywhere, Sophia.”Her brows furrowed instantly.“Are we really arguing about this again, Carl? You can’t stay here. Go to Eastern Vale. I have a friend there who can help you while I fix everything here.”She rubbed her temples in frustration.“Why did Uncle have to get involved with people like them?”“I understand your concern,” Carl said calmly. “But I can handle them. Fighting them isn’t a problem for me. Or are you doubting me now—after everything?”Sophia rolled her eyes.“I know what you’re capable of. But these people aren’t the kind who play by the rules. Yes, we made a deal—but they’re exactly the type who break them whenever it suits t

Carl watched the car disappear into the distance. After sealing their deal, Mr. Sky’s group had driven off without another word.The fight was set for the next day.Carl didn’t need time to prepare—he was always ready. It was Sophia who wanted to plan first.“Carl.”Sophia stepped closer to him, her face serious.“This is what you’re going to do,” she said firmly. “You’re leaving the country.”Carl frowned. “What? Why would I leave?”Sophia rolled her eyes in frustration. “Obviously, to run! You have no idea what kind of person Mr. Sky is. And those twins? They’ll kill you in an instant!”Carl blinked, then let out a short laugh.“Then why did you even make that deal if you’re just going to send me away?”Marion hurried toward them, panic written all over his face.“H-He can’t just run, Sophia. Mr. Sky will hunt him down wherever he goes!”Sophia shot Marion a sharp look.“I can hide him, Uncle. And you—you need to disappear too. They won’t leave you alone either.”She let out a frust

“Give me the formula, or you’re all going to die,” Dave Sky warned.Sophia swallowed hard. She glanced at Carl, hoping for some reaction—anything. But Carl’s face remained unreadable, calm as a stone.“That formula belongs to Carl, Mr. Sky. You can’t force him to hand it over,” Sophia said firmly.Dave chuckled under his breath. “But that’s where you’re wrong. That formula is already mine. I paid for it.”Sophia’s brow arched, but before she could respond, Carl spoke.“You don’t understand, Mr. Sky,” Carl said coldly. “It’s not for sale.”He scratched his head lightly and attempted to pry Marion’s hands away, but the older man only clung tighter.Sophia noticed Marion’s shaking grip. She stepped closer and placed a steadying hand on his arm.“It’s okay, Uncle. Let go. Let Carl go.”Despite his fear, Marion obeyed. Slowly, his trembling fingers released Carl. Sophia helped him stand upright.“D-Don’t let them take me, Sophia. They’ll kill me!” Marion cried, voice cracking in terror.Da

“You did well,” Carl said quietly.Sophia exhaled sharply. If only he knew how shaken she truly was.“Thanks,” she replied, keeping her voice steady even though her pulse hadn’t calmed since Veronica’s taunts.Carl looked back at the road. He could feel the tension radiating off her, even without her saying a single word. And because of that, his curiosity grew even more. Just who was her fiancé? And why did even the mention of him make her look… afraid?As the ride stretched on, Carl noticed a car behind them—one he’d been catching glimpses of for several minutes now. It wasn’t just following; it was honking insistently.He tried speeding up. The car stayed glued to their tail.Sophia noticed the sudden shift in his driving and immediately tensed.“What’s going on, Carl?” She leaned forward, checking the rear window.“Someone’s following us. Kumapit ka.”Hold on.Sophia swallowed hard. Only then did she realize the relentless car behind them.Her brows drew together as recognition da

After their dinner, Sophia politely excused herself from the group.She still couldn’t believe what happened earlier. Veronica had been left speechless — and not the elegant, movie-star kind of speechless. No, this one came with visible frustration.And honestly, that alone was enough to put Sophia in a very, very good mood.“Why are you leaving already, Sophia? Let's go to karaoke!” Jane complained.“True! We’ve all been so busy. We should at least enjoy tonight,” another friend chimed in.Sophia gave them a small smile. “Sorry, I still have a lot to finish. Promise, next time.”Veronica rolled her eyes dramatically as expected.“Let her go. I’m sure she wants to enjoy her new boy toy,” Veronica sneered.Sophia’s eyes narrowed, the tension crackling in the air again. But before she could react, Carl’s arm slid around her waist, pulling her gently but firmly toward him.Everyone froze — including Sophia.“Well, I’m a happy boy toy then,” Carl said with a smooth shrug. “You have no ide

In front of the Gold Hotel, Sophia stood at the entrance, frozen in place. She hesitated to take even a single step inside.Even now that she was a well-known CEO, she still wasn’t comfortable meeting her old friends.They were her college batchmates. Alleged friends — but she knew they only befriended her for her last name.“Ms. Carson, why are you not entering the hotel?” Carl asked as he approached her after parking the car.Sophia folded her arms and glanced at Carl, slowly dragging her gaze from head to toe.She rolled her eyes dramatically.“How did I forget to fix you up first?” she muttered, shaking her head.Carl frowned and looked down at himself. He was wearing a decent formal suit. Nothing wrong with it.“Why? What’s wrong with this?”Sophia met his eyes with full seriousness.“You’re going to act as my boyfriend tonight.”Carl blinked rapidly. “What?”Sophia’s brows knitted together as if he was the one being ridiculous.“Just do what I say, okay?”Before he could argue,

“Where have you been?” Floyd stopped entering his room when he saw Aby inside. “Aby. You didn’t tell me you’re coming home.” Aby smiled. She put down the magazine she was reading to the table. Then she stood up and went to Floyd. She was about to kiss him on the cheeks when she smelled the alcohol he drinks. “Are you drunk?” Floyd shook his head. He closed the door and smiled at Aby. “Yeah… A bit. Danica brought me to a club and Nelson was there too. I can’t say no to him. You know…” “O… kay? I understand. Come on.” Aby helped Floyd to sit on the couch. “Let me prepare tea for you.” “No need, Aby.” Floyd grunted. “Sit with me.” Aby sighed. She sat beside Floyd. “How’s your company? Is it okay now?” Aby nodded. “Yeah. Actually, I wanted to say thanks again, that's why I’m here.” “It’s okay, Aby. I already told you.” “I know. But I think it’s still not enough. You can ask me a favor. Anything! I will do it.” Floyd chuckled. “Be careful what you wished for, Aby.” “Huh?” Aby f

“He was just appointed, and he is already wasting money!” Carlo exclaimed. “He just invested at his wife’s company! We should do something about this, Father!”Arnel grunted. “I know. We’ve been ignoring the Chua’s proposal. And yet he even bought a stock for his wife?”“Tsk! I know that woman is just after our money!” Carla said.“But what can we do? He is now the chairman. He could do everything he wanted.” Crude took a sip from his glass.“You are not helping, Crude.” Carla glared at her brother. Crude just shrugged about it.“No… this should end now!”The siblings smiled as they saw the determination on their father’s face. They will never accept Floyd as their new master. They will take company no matter what.~~~“Is everything here?” Amethyst asked their head maid.“Yes, madam.”“Okay. I want everything to be perfect, okay?”“As you wish, Madam. You can trust us.”Amethyst smiled and let the head maid go. That was the time when Floyd went down from his room. He looked around an

Floyd woke up early to go back to his office. But even before he left, he received a call from his secretary.“Young master, your wife needs you.”Floyd looked at Johnson while fixing his necktie. “What happened?”“His Uncle is causing a scene in their company. Also, Leah told me to check your email. It’s done already.”Floyd sighed and stopped what he was doing. “I knew this would happen.” He shook his head. “Do I have any important meetings right now?”“Ahm, you have—”“Cancel it. Let’s go visit my wife.”Floyd finished fixing himself. He hurried out of the mansion and got into a car. Maybe that's why Aby can't tell him directly about his problem. Because it's embarrassing. But Floyd owes Aby a lot. And as they agreed he will help him. Not because she is his wife on paper, but because she is also his best friend.Before entering the building, he saw people holding placards in front of Chua's building.“What is happening here?”“I think they are protesting, sir. I’ve heard that the C

“So, how’s the new chairman?”Floyd stopped staring at the documents when he heard a voice. He looked at the door and saw Aby approaching her.“Aby! Sit down!” he said gracefully. He put the papers down and hugged Aby. “How are you?”“Good. Just a bit stressed out.”“That’s too early?”Aby sighed. She sat down at the chair near Floyd’s table. Floyd then sat back in his chair and stared at Aby.“I know, this is too sudden. And you just got appointed. But I need your help now.”“What kind of help?”Aby looked away. She didn’t want to do this but she had to. Her uncle was already pressuring her family. She didn’t want them to want her family to lose their business.“I need your family to invest in us.”Floyd frowned a bit. Aby didn’t tell him anything about investing in their company. He sighed and interlocked his fingers.“I-I know this is sudden. But—” Aby sighed. “Okay. I’ll be honest with you. Our family is not in a good situation now. We might lose our business if you won’t help me.

The next day, Floyd went to Lim’s company. Everyone was preparing for the board meeting. The family will be present and all of their business partners. Everyone was waiting to meet the next chairman. Words had passed so fast.“I will announce to everyone now that you will be the chairman of the company,” Johnson said. The three of them were in his office, getting ready to go to the company. “For sure, there would be some board members who would not agree. But I have already made sure of your position. You need to be strong now, Floyd. I believe in you.”Floyd took a deep breath. “I don’t know, Father. I’m nervous.”“That’s okay, brother. It’s normal. But we are here for you. We will guide you and make sure that you are in that position,” Johan answered.“Yes. As long as your brother handles our security company. No one will dare touch you. I trust you with it, Johan.”“Of course, Father.”Floyd nodded. He fisted her arms and took a deep breath again. He couldn’t explain how nervous he

Their night continued. Johnson rested early because he suddenly felt that he was tired. Amethyst helped him to his room. The rest except for Arnel Lim’s family stayed in the dining area. They were drinking wine. The kids were dancing and playing. Others remained to talk about business-related matters.“Mom, do I really need to be married to Floyd again?” Aby asked her mother. They were on the other side of the room. She had been thinking about the marriage they’d talked about earlier. She agreed to it, but she was worried about Floyd.“Why? Is there something you wanted to tell me, Abigail?”Aby’s eyes widened a bit. “Ahh, no. Of course, none. I’m just worried. You saw what happened earlier, right?”“It’s normal. You have the same uncle as your husband. What we need to do is to ensure our family's position in this clan. Being with them will make us prosper more. Since you are back here, you will work at our company again.”“Huh? But I need to go back to Croatia soon.”“What will you

Zoriel and the others couldn’t help but watch in awe as Zenaida worked with steady hands, blending the herbs with the luminous moonshade bloom. The flower’s sap glowed faintly as it dripped into a clean glass, the liquid catching the lamplight like liquid silver.“Take this. You need to drink it all—bottoms up,” Zenaida said, offering the glass to Agnes.Agnes hesitated, wrinkling her nose as she accepted it. She lifted it slightly, sniffing. Her lips parted nervously.“A-Are you sure this will help me?” she asked, uncertainty lacing her voice.From the corner of the kitchen doorway, Caloy scoffed dramatically.“Of course, Miss! Do you even know we almost got eaten by an aswang just to get that flower?” he exclaimed, throwing his arms up.Agnes lowered her gaze, embarrassed. Noticing her shame, Zoriel cleared his throat softly.“Don’t mind him. We took that flower for you—for your healing,” he said, his tone gentler.Agnes still hesitated, raising the glass closer to her lips. The liq

The place was eerily quiet. They could barely see their surroundings through the thick fog. The cold wind seeped into their bones, making every step feel heavier. With each footstep, the crunching sound beneath them made them flinch.“I-I think we should go back, man,” Caloy whispered, his voice trembling. His grip on Zoriel’s arm was tight, almost desperate.Zoriel swallowed hard, forcing himself to appear brave. But the truth was, he too felt uneasy—his earlier courage seemed to have evaporated the moment they stepped into this strange atmosphere.“We can’t leave. Agnes still needs our help!” Zoriel insisted, though his voice quivered.Caloy’s eyes welled up. He wasn’t used to situations like this, and his knees wouldn’t stop shaking.They both froze when they heard a faint flapping sound from above.“What was that?” Caloy asked, tightening his grip on Zoriel’s arm.Zoriel didn’t answer. Instead, he tilted his head upward, listening intently. The flapping grew louder, like a massive

“What should we do?” Zoriel asked.They were all gathered in the living room, facing Agnes. Zenaida was busy grinding medicinal herbs in a small stone pounder. She kept pounding until the juices began to seep out. She said she would use it to help heal Agnes.“We need to remove that thing inside her,” Zenaida said, determination written all over her face as she continued to grind the herbs.Lily flew over and hovered in front of Agnes. “Zenaida's right, Zoriel. Besides... it looks like she’s about to give birth!”Zoriel’s brows furrowed. He looked at Agnes’s belly, which still appeared small—barely two months along, if that.“Her stomach’s still small. How can she be about to give birth?” he asked, confused.Both Caloy and Agnes turned to Zoriel at once.“What?! I-I’m about to give birth?!” Agnes asked in shock.“S-She’s really pregnant? How? Why is she giving birth already?” Caloy stammered, eyes wide.Zenaida stopped what she was doing and placed the stone bowl on the table.“When a

They left Zoriel with the beautiful young woman in the small living room of their house. She sat there quietly, waiting patiently for what would happen next. Lily hovered in front of her, flitting through the air as if inspecting every inch of her. Meanwhile, the siblings were in the kitchen, speaking in hushed voices.It was just far enough that they could talk in private while still keeping an eye on the mysterious guest.“Where is she from?” Zenaida asked, her brows slightly furrowed.They spoke barely above a whisper, still watching the woman from the corner of their eyes.Zoriel shrugged. “I haven’t spoken to her much. I just walked her here.”“What did she say again?”“She’s looking for Lolo Santhel. And she said she got pregnant by a tikbalang.”Zenaida clenched her fists at the mention. She stared at the young woman—more specifically, at her belly.“I’ll check her,” she said.Zoriel nodded silently.Zenaida approached first. The girl turned to her and gave her a small, hesit

Zoriel spent a few more days resting. It was almost miraculous how quickly his wound was healing. There was something strange—something special—about the leaves Zenaida kept applying to it.It was only when he was finally able to stand that he realized the house they were staying in used to belong to his grandfather.The old wooden house was fairly large. Despite its age, it remained in good shape, with barely any damage. There were a few holes in the roof—after all, it was made of nipa and some parts had come loose—but the walls and the foundation were still strong. It was built on four sturdy stilts, raised above the ground, with a space underneath.To an outsider, it might look like someone still lived there. The area around the house was well-kept. Not a single weed could be found—only vibrant, colorful flowers filled the yard.“Did you find it already?” Zoriel asked Zenaida.They were having lunch. Caloy had cooked adobong sitaw, using the string beans he harvested from their yar

Zoriel groaned as a sharp pain pulsed through his side. He could still feel the sting of the claw that had pierced him—like it had gone all the way through to his core.He grunted softly and slowly opened his eyes.The first thing he saw was a ceiling made of woven nipa. The breeze from the sea carried a distinct scent that filled his nostrils. The quiet around him brought a strange sense of peace.“Zoriel! You’re awake!” said Lily.She popped into view so suddenly that Zoriel flinched and sank back into the mat. She giggled when she saw him wince.“Sorry! I’m just really happy you’re okay! I’ll go get Zenaida!”Zoriel exhaled and let her fly off without a word.He gently touched his side. He could feel a leaf placed over the wound and a cloth wrapped around his waist. He was wearing different clothes now.And then the memories from the night before returned—The Bruja.The fight.The voice.“Remember who you are.”He thought it had something to do with being the next Santhigar. But a