Base on research patients who's have been in coma for years doesn't know what they are, and even their past but Sol vividly remember everything even the death of his mother and brother.

(Academy Series #3) Lancer felt like he needed to do something and Topaz Academy might be the key. At the school of royals, he was hailed as the Lieutenant, the highest ranking student, feared and respected. But when he met this person who resembled his best friend's little sister, Cat, shit began to happen.

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+

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!

Damien Stryker is a ruthless billionaire, but when Serena Mclane is forced to marry him, she hopes to find the mercy behind his cold eyes and strong hands. ****** Damien Stryker, a domineering billionaire, is someone you don't want to get close to. Unfortunately for Serena Mclane, she doesn't have much of a choice. Always at the mercy of her family's name and legacy, Serena has to do as her father says. So when her father forces her into an arranged marriage with the one and only Damien Stryker: the truth comes out. Secrets are unveiled, and love starts to bloom. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]]

Two opposites. One ministry. A journey of faith and something more. Ruth is reserved, guarded, and committed to her quiet walk with God. Hosea is lighthearted, spontaneous, and wears his faith like sunshine. When these two churchmates are placed in the same ministry, sparks fly-not of romance, but of clashing personalities. But as they serve together, something begins to shift. Their bond deepens, and so does their faith. Will they become just ministry partners-or something far greater?