Novels by Lex Armitage

We Who Love

Ling's parents have been separated since she was young, and she copes with the separation by taking good care of her father. When the public school her father works at receives news of a donor who'd supply the school with new books, Ling becomes enthusiastic. But upon meeting Joshua Aragon Villafuerte, the donor, all her senses tell her this handsome, rich boy is more than what he is. Joshua grew up never knowing what a mother's love was. He doesn't mind though since he sails through life easily with a rich father as his support. Though charming and your general nice guy, behind his easy-going smile Joshua isn't faring well--not when you witnessed your own mother put a bullet to her head at the tender age of six. Just when two people try to overcome their childhood heartaches, Ling and Joshua discover what links them together. And whatever truth comes out of their predicament, they can't deny that they need each other to get pass their demons.

Chapter 17

Ling A shiny pickup truck parked right by the school gate just when I entered the school premises to deliver Papa's lunch. My heart quivered and flipped in anticipation of seeing Joshua again. Since my trip with him two days ago my head was filled with his kiss. It was an all new feeling to me that I just couldn't bring myself to forget the way his tongue grazed my lip. &

Last Updated: 2020-09-19

Chapter 16

Joshua “She isn't your mother, Josh. Get that into your head.” Jude sat cross-legged in my sala, sipping a flute of red wine. He stared at me long, one brow raised. I opened my mouth but he shut it with the raise of his palm. “Shut up. I don't want to hear it," he said. I sank into a seat and hugged a throw pillow to death. I sighed. “I know she isn't m

Last Updated: 2020-09-05

Chapter 15

Ling Skittering, hairy, sharp cockroach legs scampered on my mouth. That was how the kiss felt. There was no warning sign. I didn't expect for Villafuerte to do it. He kissed my lips and made an unpleasant memory I would have to bury into the deepest recesses of my mind. That was a mistake, a misstep I should be wary of next time we were together alone. The drive back to Paki-bato was quiet, heavy with unspoken disgust from me and God-knows-what from Villafuerte.

Last Updated: 2020-09-01

Chapter 14

JoshuaI brought Ling to the nearest café I could find, which was in a mall five kilometers away from her house. We sat on the coffee table nearest to the counter after ordering a large hot cappuccino for me and a Grande hot chocolate for Ling. She turned her eyes to me and smiled. Her steely gaze betrayed the softness of her smile. I felt uncomfortable, as if I were six years old again and mother was alive and armed with one of dad’s big buckled belts. “What do you want to talk about?” she asked, her note clipped and cold; her smile icy and mouth stiff at the corners. I’d seen a lot of fake smiles before f

Last Updated: 2020-08-08

Chapter 13

LingA week of mourning felt like a year to me. Everything, every single day, every familiar face passed me slowly, so very slowly that I couldn't believe I was still breathing, still living. Nothing made sense. Everything. Everyone. Jumbled. Confusing. I was in a whirlpool. I was drowning. I was floating. I was getting sucked in.

Last Updated: 2020-08-08

Chapter 12

JoshuaA wailing cat of a woman hobbled to the gate, her face pale and wet with tears. Following behind her was an army of weeping women, dabbing their eyes with wrinkled handkerchiefs and rags. The men within their group had bowed heads or were silent. The cat woman turned, ran to the back of the group and wailed louder. “What's going on here?” I muttered.

Last Updated: 2020-08-08