Forced to leave Italy for her safety, Hera Salviano moves to the Philippines to start a new life. Just when she's adjusting to her surroundings, Hera uncovers secrets about her past, making her doubt everything around her. *** Picky and pampered, Hera Salviano is forced to relocate to the Philippines after her brother's sudden disappearance. Clad with a new identity, she enters a new school with her friends and tries to blend in for her own safety. There she meets Bea and Waige, who unexpectedly become her friends. Just when she believes she's finally making progress, she uncovers a series of secrets and deceptions, triggering something wicked in her. With her doubting everything around her, she runs to Waige and finds the comfort she's been longing for. But when Hera discovers her true past and Waige's real identity, can she overcome all the obstacles and start anew? Or will everything turn into shambles, leaving her broken and blue?

Major General Vionna Alliyah LucanBueno, who is known to be the scandalous General embraces her stepfather's surname as she does despite her biological father. She isn't your typical woman, as she inherits the bravery of her mother who's also a soldier, and her dad's brain who's a doctor. Will this not-so-typical soldier, who's the strongest and smartest can handle the mission that the higher-ups gave her along with the guy she loves the most who betrayed her before?

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+

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PUBLISHED UNDER LIB Lahat daw ng tao ay ipinanganak para sa isang misyon. Bago pa man tayo isilang ay may naghihintay ng hinaharap sa atin. Some people says it depends on us, that our purpose lies on our hands, chiseled by our own decisions. It was a lie for Angeleigh Jariyah Alvarez, an only child, living her remaining years to the fullest. Like her, not all people are eligible to create their own meaning, when fate chose her ending since birth. Tiyanak, bruha, mapanlait, makasarili at anghel na sugo ng lupa. Ganoon siya ilarawan ng mga tao sa paligid. She didn't care. It is not her responsibility to please everyone around her because it wouldn't change a single thing. The world would not treat you any better if you're kind. She has no heart for the unfortunate and no one call her out, until Zachary Ismael Javier, a poor orphan striving to live for his dreams comes her way. Magkaiba ang buhay na kinasanayan, ang mundong pinagmulan at ang pananaw sa buhay. She's childish and arrogant, he's responsible and kind. When two different worlds met, what will happen? Will he succeed to tame the demon inside of her? or will she continue living in the meaning, she created herself? Two Years in their senior high, two people, two different perception and two different worlds. What could be lying beneath it? Finished: August 2021

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+

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