You can read this as a standalone story! Sartori #1 "Damien... got addicted to me." Damien, the youngest boss of the Sartorian Mafia, was a man who could not be calmed. Illegal drugs were his way of coping with his anger, until he discovered a strange aroma. He never expected to experience true euphoria from a woman's natural scent, something far more intoxicating than the effects of the drugs he once relied on. . . . WARNING: This story is unedited! All chapters are in their first drafts! Thank you!

You can read this as a standalone story! Sartori #2 "I abused Diablos..." Diablos, the third-born boss of the Sartorian Mafia, was a man who could not be tamed due to his uncontrollable anger. He had to drink the bitter medicines prescribed by the family doctor to keep himself restrained. Never did he imagine that he would taste the sweetest sensation from a woman's skin, far better than bitterness. That taste became the only thing that kept him under control during his fits of rage. But because of his obsession with it, his kindness was abused. . . . Mature Content Warning: R18+

You can read this as a standalone story! WARNING: If your humor doesn't match with the characters' humor in this story, please quit reading immediately! Darkkon is not the typical cold male lead! Thank you! ... Sartori #4 "Darkkon. . . got aroused for me." Darkkon, the eldest of them four. Protective. Manipulative. Addictive. Aggressive. Possessive. Obsessive. His beast got aroused and became a psychotic stalker the moment he saw her, touched her skin, heard her voice, smell her scent, and even tasted her. Everything about her got him desperate to make her his even if it means his downfall. . . . Mature Content Warning: R18+

You cannot read this as a standalone story! Read "Addicted Damien" and "Abused Diablos" first! Sartori #3 "I abandoned Drugo. . ." . . . Mature Content Warning: R18+

Suzerain Rosales spent her life avoiding even the tiniest wound-because with her rare blood disorder, one cut could mean death. She lived carefully, never letting herself bleed. But the night she found a man, bleeding, broken, unconscious in the trash, and chose to save him, everything she'd tried to escape came rushing in. Violence. Danger. Trouble. Blood. The man she saved was an Italian mafia boss. And from that moment on, her life began to soak in blood in his hands. Since then, she hasn't stopped bleeding. But she has to, because of him. . . Vlodemir, who she would die for. . . . Mature Content Warning: R18+

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She told herself she didn't need anyone. That the darkness she wore like a second skin was enough to keep her safe. But tonight, beneath the weight of shadows and silence, her heart begged for something else. The girl who moved like smoke through the cracks of the world-knives on her thighs, a mission in her eyes-was tired. Not from the climb over walls or the silence of broken guards, but from the endless chase of memories she could never outrun. He found her there-between the blood and breath of another perfect infiltration, standing still like she'd forgotten what she came for. His voice, soft through the earpiece, cracked the cold around her. "Come back," he said. "You don't have to keep running." But she didn't answer. Because it wasn't just about running. It was about surviving a war she never chose. It was about the weight of everything she never said. And maybe... maybe wanting a place to rest. Could he be that place? Could she let him be her home, when all she's ever known is escape? She touched her chest, where the ache lived, and whispered into the night: "It's a lie... but please-hug me like I'm home."

(PUBLISHED UNDER Bliss Books AND Flutter Fic) seniors series #1 A Senior Highschool series. complete [unedited] 1# NBS Bestseller under Local Fiction [July 2024] Madali lang daw ang maging honor student. You just have to mix intelligence, perseverance and start being assiduous with almost everything - then you'll be rewarded with the medals you have always yearned for. Zafirah Sidney Sanchez has always been like that ever since she stepped her feet in the school grounds. Kaakibat ng pagiging honor student niya, she has always put her grades above everything and believes that she can be the best among the rest. When she met Sarathiel Zyler Aracosa of the STEM strand, he trampled on her ego when his grades were greater than hers and to add salt to the wounds - the guy did it so effortlessly. Being affronted with the sudden revelation that her enemy might just have it all even without inserting any effort, Zafirah made it her school life's mission to beat him when it comes to academics. But what if instead of the passionate hatred that she is insisting to have for him, a burning love would surface? At paano kung ang inaalagaan niyang titulo ay tuluyan nang maagaw sa kanya? And if things go wrong, who do we hold accountable for our choices? Is it our hearts or our minds? highest rank: #1 teen fiction

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THE LOSERS' CLUB SERIES 3 In need of juicy news for her online publication, the struggling journalism student, Millicent Rae Velasco, was forced to interview the intimidating student council president of their university, Juancho Alas Montero. But, not wanting to be the subject of rumors, he rejected her instantly. So, paano siya? Paano ang last requirement niya bago maka-graduate? Si Juancho ang iniatas sa kanya ng isinusumpa niyang prof na gawan ng profile article! Isa pa, dito na lang siya makakabawi! Kailangan niya pang higitin mula sa dulo ng impyerno ang grades niya! Being in a hopeless predicament, she ended up chasing after him. She hid behind the bookshelves where he was studying, memorized his schedule by heart, and talked to him straight on when she could. She only had one goal---write an article about him. Nothing more, nothing less. But life had a lot of things in store for her. Because through the glances she'd stolen, she picked up the sharp fragments of his life. Through the hidden smiles, she unraveled the content of his heart. And through the pages she'd written, she caught herself falling in love with him.