[Possessive Series 2] MATURED CONTENT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. (COMPLETED) "So you are saying that sex is all about science?" "It is not all about science. Sex is just like math too. Add the bed, subtract the clothes, divide the legs, and wish we didn't multiply." - Dr. Alexander Coben III **** Cover photo by: @M4N4CL3S PS: UNDER MAJOR EDITING.

Princess Sumaguban is twenty one, a nursing student, and the only girl in a family of law enforcement. Her father is a chief in the U.S. military, strict but deeply loving, and her uncles in the Philippines wear badges of their own. The kind of family that makes boys nervous before they even say hello. She has effectively had no boyfriend since birth. Not because she couldn't. But because she never wanted what boys her age offered. Too loud. Too careless. Too frat boy, all bravado and no backbone. She was named Princess for a reason. The only girl, fiercely protected, raised with discipline, expectations, and a future she took seriously. School came first. It always did. Her life is busy and full, split between nursing school and hospital rotations, running on caffeine, adrenaline, and stubborn optimism. One ordinary day, she sees him. Tall. Russian. Brown curls that refuse to behave. Glasses. Incredibly handsome. He doesn't smile. She can tell. Lips so luscious it throws her off balance, but she already knows a man like him belongs in a lab or an operating room, not standing this close to her, not close enough that she suddenly forgets how to breathe. She offers him a bite of her favorite snack. She knows she shouldn't have. But in that moment, she knows he takes more than a bite. He takes something that sinks into her chest, threading itself through a place that was never meant for anyone else.

He who suffers when all lights are off. She who seeks vengeance. Them who loved and pained. Being drowned in her sinful events and inhumanity, Cloud Heather struggled hard to fill herself with the need of taking her revenge with the very man who ruined her entire life. She has the perfect plans, she got the perfect notebook, she has her ace. All that she could only ask for is time and chance. With his powerful domination, angst and brute, Savier Choi aims to stand present with all his psychopathic retarded ex-girlfriend would plan to do. He signed a contract worth his entire riches just to perfectly get back to the very lady who left him hanging six years ago. When you define criminal, you mean HER. When you define pervert, you mean HIM. And when you define love, you mean... BLOOD. When their heart pleads for revenge, how sinful does it have to be?

Siya si Skylar Harcourt. Ang super sexy, super talino, super kiri, super mayabang at super sakit sa ulo na bounty hunter. Lahat na ng superlative, siya na yun. Isa nga siyang bounty hunter. Bounty hunter na naging bodyguard na naging myembro ng Mafia Force Panel na naging agent na naging wanted sa terorista. In short, multi tasking ng trabaho. Ganyan talaga pag gipit, h'wag na umangal. Bosohan n'yo na lang siya este basahin n'yo na lang kung paano siya mabuhay ng superlative.

"W-what are you doing?" Hindi siya kaagad sumagot. When his zippers opened, he took one huge step to close our distance and grabbed my free hand to press it against his apparent erection. Napasinghap ako, hindi napansin kaagad na wala na palang isang pulgada ang lapit ng mga mukha namin sa isa't-isa. Gael's eyes were steaming with a mix of indignation, lust, and something else I can't quite place my finger into. Was that adoration? Passion perhaps? Hindi siya nakuntento sa palad kong nakapatong sa ibabaw ng brief niya. He guided my hand-albeit a little roughly-inside his underwear and I felt the heat emanating from his hard length imprisoned inside the cloth of his briefs. I nervously licked my lips, my earlier annoyance suddenly gone and now replaced with a need to do something about this hard shaft pulsating within my grasp. "You feel that?" he rasped and my heart somersaulted inside my ribcage. "You're the one who did that to me, Nyla." There was that emphasis again. As if that name sounded so foreign coming out of his mouth. "You're the one who does that to me. With a simple glance, the sound of your voice, the way you look at me... with you just being you. Just the mere thought of you makes me so achingly hard I can barely function-fuck! Like that!" he hissed when he felt the pad of my fingers slowly caressed the smooth flesh up and down. Tinanggal niya ang hawak niya sa kamay ko't inilagay ang magkabila niyang palad sa mga pisngi ko. There was a little bit of grip in his hold but that only served to thrill my blood. He pressed his forehead against mine, his mouth brushing against my slightly parted ones as he speak. "Kayang-kaya kong palitan ang kahit na anong pangalan na nakaukit sa katawan ko. But my cock-this cock you have your hands on-my body... all of it bears your brand, baby. Yours. Always. Until the day I die." 'Till death, sunshine. TW: Suicide, Self-Harm, PTSD, Violence, Sex

Mababang self-esteem at inferiority complex; that's Sunset Lane's weaknesses. Epekto na rin siguro ng mga pangit na naging karanasan niya sa mga ex-boyfriend niya na ipinagpalit siya sa ibang babae. Then one unexpected night happened, nakipag-one night stand siya sa dalawang estrangherong lalaki. At ang mas nakakaloka, hindi inaasahan ni Sunset na magkakatotoo ang wish niya sa wishing well na dapat ay simpleng pustahan lang nila ng best friend niya na may kinalaman sa dalawang lalaking naka-one night stand niya. - Mature-Content | R18+

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+

Dr. Dayanara Scott, now Larralde, spent years working herself to exhaustion just to keep the lights on while her husband gambled away their savings and their marriage. When it finally ended, she walked away free but hollow. She left her prestigious career in Pittsburgh for a teaching job in the Philippines, hoping to rebuild her bond with her daughter and find peace. While she works on winning her daughter back, a boy named Matveyo Zimnyakov, a lazy, unmotivated, and a repeat who can't even explain a covalent bond ends up in her class. When she catches him cheating, she has no choice but to call his father. Men with guns surrounded her office before Isaak Zimnyakov walked in. Tall, broad shoulders beneath a black dress shirt, tattoos peeking through his collar, dark blue eyes that hold no mercy. The kind of man who looks like sin and moves like power. That moment, she knew he was trouble, and she was not wrong. He tried to pay her off to pass his son. She told him to fuck off. From that day, she knew she had stepped into something dangerous. He left, but something about him lingers, a current she cannot ground no matter how hard she tries. Now, her daughter is growing close to Matveyo. Isaak keeps appearing where he shouldn't, obsessed and possessive, and he doesn't bother to hide it from her. And Dayanara can feel it every time they're in the same room. The pull. Equal and opposite. Inevitable. A dipole. She teaches it in theory. But Dayanara is about to learn firsthand that the most dangerous chemistry doesn't exist in the lab. It exists between two people who should never touch.

Dominic John Pierceton is the perfect gentleman-a tall, devastatingly handsome American ambassador with a chiseled jawline, piercing blue eyes, and a carefully measured charm that commands every room. His life is built on control, his reputation spotless, his restraint unwavering. But the moment he meets Maria Elenna "Mela" Dellos Valles-Montejo-the shy, eighteen-year-old daughter of the Philippine President with a quiet grace that hides her own buried desires-his world tilts in ways he never anticipated. Mela's innocence is disarming, her blushes revealing what her lips won't dare say. She's only known men like him in the pages of her sister's forbidden romance novels, but Dominic's attention stirs something deeper, something that makes her heart race and leaves her wanting more. For Mela, the stakes are just as high; she knows how hard her mother worked to become president, and risking her family's reputation is the last thing she wants. Yet, with each encounter, she finds herself caught between loyalty to her family and her undeniable pull toward the ambassador. Dominic tells himself he must keep his distance, yet every stolen glance, every accidental touch ignites a desire he can't ignore. Bound by duty and a flawless public image, he's always been in control-but with Mela, that control begins to slip. Behind closed doors, propriety and restraint give way to something darker, a chemistry neither of them can resist. Their worlds are at stake, and yet, neither can bring themselves to walk away. With each encounter, the pull between them grows stronger, promising a forbidden romance that will test how far The Gentleman is willing to go-and just how much Mela is willing to risk.