Illegally confined in a remote asylum, Paraluman Corpuz's fixation on Dr. Socrates Clyde Tejada deepens. His kindness, a cruel reminder that to him, she's just another defective patient to fix. Asylum #1

To earn the freedom to write her headlines in the newspaper, Fiorisce has to expose the rot buried deep beneath Dr. Xalvien's pristine reputation. *** Fiorisce Lavandula is a rising journalist with one dream: to make it to the front page. Her assignment? Uncover the truth behind Xalvien Vouganville, the beloved psychiatrist with a reputation too spotless to be true. The search for scandal becomes a journey through Xalvien's damaged mind. Xalvenge, the volatile, haunted, and mysterious attorney, is hidden behind Xalvien's calm façade--the secret locked away by years of trauma from a shadowed asylum stay. As they solve mysteries, Fiorisce's ambition is tested by forces bigger than fame. When secrets threaten Xalvien's reputation, she must decide whether to expose the story or protect the person who trusted her enough to let her in. DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish.

LOTL #1 A Wave of Vermilion Book 1 of the Lies of the Lycoris series *** My skin suddenly feels warm. Suddenly feels seen. My heart starts to race. Like my body senses that someone has been observing, watching... Gazing. The scent and sensation grow heavier with each passing second. I can sense my closeness to the source. My body has been aware of it the whole time. For the past three hours, the prickling feeling of fixated attention never left me. At first, I thought it was just coming from the guests approaching me. But now I can sense it clearer. Because I can feel it mere inches from me. From my peripheral view, a strange mystifying man wearing a wolf mask stands beside me, leaning against the same wall. #AWaveofVermilionWP #AWOV

SPG | R-18

SPG | R-18

SPG | R-18

SPG | R-18

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+