A standalone story. NOW A PUBLISHED BOOK. Featured in Wattpad PH Romance While walking home from school, Raven had the feeling she was being followed. Nervous and scared, she saw an oddly beautiful man perched on one of the branches of a tree. His golden eyes are staring directly at her body, ready to feast upon it. Little do they know, it was just an ugly start to their loving master-pet relationship. Let's follow Raven as she experiences the ups and downs of having a pet monster.

It takes Xantiel Vouganville a lot of logic and lies to hide who he is--until he has to protect Feuille. She's not running away from danger; she's after it. *** Xantiel Vouganville lives three lives--an engineer by day, a vigilante hacker by night, and a street vendor of genius inventions in between. But when his friend, Xildius, asks him to protect a girl named Feuille Guivellnova, Xantiel finds himself tangled in a mission more dangerous than any system he's ever cracked. Feuille isn't just a damsel in hiding. She's the co-founder of a secret website that exposes and hunts down predators. The more Xantiel watches her, the deeper he falls for her brilliance and secrets. But with every discovery, he realizes Feuille isn't running from danger. She's chasing it to save others. And when the hunters become the hunted, will Xantiel keep his promise to protect Feuille or follow her into the dark where love and death share the same code? DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish.

A place where everything is mysterious, enchanting, bloody, and shitty. Entering is the other way of suicidal. Just one wrong move and everything will blur. A lot of secrets are being hid. Not the typical school to have fun. Death is everywhere. Bad, worse, worst, monster and evil are scattered. Must shut your mouth, never against to anyone. "Once you enter, there's no turning back." Never trust your curiosity, it could just drive you straight to hell. WELCOME TO HELL UNIVERSITY! --**-- Date Started: February 8, 2016 Date Finished: August 17, 2016. Mystery/Thriller/Teen-Fiction Book Cover by PixyGoddess

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!

Started: 04/27/2021 Ended: 08/24/2021 Ang hirap palang tumanda. Ang hirap magbayad ng bills. Ang hirap suportahan ng pamilyang akala ay isang milyon ang suweldo mo. Ang hirap ngumiti sa nanay na mataas ang tingin sa'yo pero hindi ka kayang ipagtanggol. Ang hirap tabihan sa hapagkainan ng tatay na pinag-uubusan mo ng pera pero hindi ka maalala. Ang hirap mag-abot ng tulong sa kapatid na baon sa utang. Ang hirap intindihin ng hipag na nakakapagpa-rebond pa kahit kapos na kapos na. Ang hirap pakisamahan ng bunsong halos ilahad ang mga palad tuwing makikita ka. Ang hirap ngitian ng mga taong tanong nang tanong kung bakit hindi ka pa nakakapag-asawa. Ang hirap humarap sa mundong isasampal sa'yo na mag-isa ka. Tulong, bigay, utang. Isang iling mo lang, madamot ka na. Kasama mo sila kapag may maibibigay ka, pero hindi mo sila mahahanap kapag wala na. Ikaw ang kakayod, sila ang tutuka. Ikaw ang iiyak sa pagod, sila ang magtatamasa. Iyon ang summary ng buhay ko. Sobra-sobra ang naririnig na paghingi, kulang na kulang ang naririnig na pasasalamat. Sobra-sobra ang pagpapasensya, kulang na kulang ang natatanggap na pagpapahalaga. Sobra-sobra ang binabayaran, kulang na kulang sa kasiyahan. Kaya nang dumating sa buhay ko ang nag-iisang lalaking hindi ako nakita bilang naglalakad na alkansya, ang nag-iisang lalaking nakinig sa mahabang listahan ko ng problema, ang nag-iisang lalaking nagbigay sa akin ng kakaibang saya, ipinangako ko sa sarili na sa gitna ng hirap ng pagtanda, magtitiis ako basta't siya ang kasama. Kahit pa ang kapalit noon ay pagtalikod sa minahal na pamilya. Kahit pa ang kapalit noon ay paglaban sa mundong pinatatakbo ng kapangyarihan at pera. Kahit pa ang kapalit noon ay ang pagdurusa't pag-iisa. Siya ang ginhawa, pahinga, at kasiyahan ko. Dumating man ang araw na tanaw ko na ang dulo. Dumating man ang araw na wala na kaming sagot sa lahat ng bakit at paano. Dumating man ang araw na pareho na kaming talo.