You can read this as a standalone story! Cavanaugh #3 Kaleidoscope is a marine archeologist and a wreck diver. The unbothered, expressionless, and boyish girl with monolid eyes, short jet-black hair and skin of milky white. She has this personality characterizing boredom and emptiness. With just one blank stare from her, all girls would sway and boys would swoon. After all she have to go through with the rough waves of her life, she have controlled not to show emotions.

You can read this as a standalone story! Cavanaugh #2 Holy, a young soft woman who have erotophobia. Fear of sex. Just like her name, she have these angelic looks, soft-spoken in a way that she would always stutter, and timid. She have been suffering from traumas and anxieties she got from her toxic parents who have both passed away years ago. And the only way she knows to overcome the phobia is to face it.

After getting pregnant at a young age, Calista Belmonte tries her best to keep her son hidden from his father, Lazarus Cavanaugh. But when their paths cross again, can the truths of the past finally bring them together, or will it only keep them further apart? *** Simple yet beautiful, Calista Belmonte can catch the attention of the people around her without even trying. With her parents living abroad, she must focus on her studies and be independent at a young age. However, an unexpected encounter with Lazarus Cavanaugh turns into a bigger mistake, leaving Calista pregnant with their son. As their paths cross again, Calista tries to keep her son hidden from Lazarus, only to end up on his side again. With their new connection and a possible second shot at love, can Calista and Lazarus embrace the hope of a fresh start and make everything right this time? Or will the truths of their past continue to hurt them and push them further apart? DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish. COVER DESIGN: Rayne Mariano

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+

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! 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!

COMPLETED✅ Arturo Vasquez -Head of Spanish mafia- was planning on accepting the proposal of Russian mafia leader Ivan Volkov's for his daughter, Aiyana, for her hand in marriage. Laying the cards down on the table, Marco Dominic Valentino - Head of the Italian mafia - makes a better counteroffer, hence it's settled that Aiyana would marry Amren Valentino, the heir for the Italian mafia. They only met once before they're married, but sometimes once is enough. Challenges and hurdles thrust their way left and right, leaving the couple no chance but to manifest this fake relationship into something real. ❣️•••❣️ Excerpt : "I think I'm strong enough to handle myself" She confesses with specks of anger darting through her eyes. I groan "You are, but it doesn't mean I like you being away from me in case anything happens" I stress my words, my breath hitting her face in gentle waves. "Shall you put me on a leash too?" She spits defiantly, smelling the tinge of alcohol on her breath, the knife digging deeper into my skin, I feel it's only moments away from piercing through my skin. My eyes snap to her angry contortions, her eyebrows furrowed, mouth slightly agape. "Come on, dance with me. The earth is spinning, we can't just stand on it" ❣️•••❣️ *I do not own any of the pictures used in this book, they belong to their rightful owners. *contains cursing. *contains mature themes. *focuses more on the romantic aspect, but I guarantee there's some action;) HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in mafiamarriage #7 in ForcedMarriage #1 in mafiaking #1 in arranged #10 in arrangedmarriage #1 in fastpaced #1 in fake #1 in darkacademia #3 in mafia #1 in marriage #6 in completed #4 in youngadult #1 in enemies #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in drama #1 in spicy

OLD SUMMER TRILOGY #2 Being the niece of the volleyball team's coach, Alia is hired to design the uniforms of the players. Seven, who has had a crush on her since the first time he saw her on the campus, feels shy and awkward whenever her presence is there. What more if one summer, the whole team will have to train in the coach's province near the ocean, where Alia is also having her vacation? Every night, since Alia cannot go to the house where the team is staying, the two would just write silly letters to each other and put them in a bottle, then hang the bottle in its usual spot.