Prosecutor Noelle Haier is a criminal profiler known for destroying powerful criminals in court. Lumaki siyang naniniwalang ang nanay niya ay isang halimaw, kaya gusto niyang maging batas para ubusin ang lahat ng halimaw sa mundo. Dr. Razmir Lucero is an elite trauma surgeon. Cold hands, precise cuts, and zero tolerance for corruption. Naging doktor siya dahil minsan, may babaeng duguan na nagmakaawang iligtas ang anak niya, at wala siyang nagawa dahil bata pa lang siya no'n. Noelle Haier prosecutes Razmir Lucero for a calculated murders. Tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib. She's the hunter, He's the containment. Hindi lang ito tungkol sa hustisya, it's about who you become when the person you trusted most turns out to be the architect of your rage.

Sa lungsod kung saan ang sindikato at lihim na digmaan ang namamayani, sampung gangs ang maglalaban sa isang laro ng buhay at kapangyarihan-ang Crimson Hour. Matira-matibay ang laro, nakataya ang buhay, tiwala, at puso. Sino ang mabubuhay, sino ang mabubuwal, at sino ang magtatagumpay sa Crimson Hour? Blood. Betrayal. Power. Love. Humor. Survival.

Sa lungsod kung saan ang sindikato at lihim na digmaan ang namamayani, sampung gangs ang maglalaban sa isang laro ng buhay at kapangyarihan-ang Crimson Hour. Matira-matibay ang laro, nakataya ang buhay, tiwala, at puso. Sino ang mabubuhay, sino ang mabubuwal, at sino ang magtatagumpay sa Crimson Hour? Blood. Betrayal. Power. Love. Humor. Survival.

Anong mangyayari kapag ang isang psychopath at ang isang mafia ay nagkrus ng landas?

Lovers trapped in endless retellings until one admits who broke the story. Mirrors betrayed them, one confession, one sacrifice. And if no one admits... the hotel writes its own ending. Welcome to Hotel Folklore, Series #2, Room 070. WORDS COUNT : 1991

One bed. One storm. And a room that breathes. The deeper the night goes, the more the whispers return. Words she swore she once said-"Stay. Lie down. Baby, don't leave." And as the Do Not Disturb sign sways outside, Atlas begins to realize the truth... she and Daleel have been there before. They never checked out. WORDS COUNT : 2000

Two best friends. One unfinished wedding. Every lie burns... every promise breaks in blood. In Room 071, love is no sanctuary-it is a sentence. One broke the vow. The other paid the price. WORDS COUNT : 1995

The real fairytales don't die in school-they rot in silence, fester in secrets and bleed in basements with no names. Now that they've graduated, the monsters wear suits. The blood is real. And love? Love became the lie that saved them once... ...and might destroy them next. Once, it was a fairytale... Now, it's war.

A world built on lies. A family torn by secrets. The fight for survival is ruthless and the stakes are higher than ever. When it all crumbles, what remains is a shattered reflection of what once seemed like safety. Every step forward reveals a deeper darkness, a betrayal hidden just beneath the surface. Some things are never meant to be fixed. And some truths are too dangerous to uncover.

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!