LOGINZURI'S POINT OF VIEW
“Welcome to The Coffee Club… Zuri? Well, I’ll be damned.”I freeze halfway through the door, my palm still pressed against cool glass. I’d come looking for Jenica, but it’s her cousin Aaron who leans against the marble counter, his grin as warm as the morning light slanting through the shop’s tall windows.“Aaron? What are you doing here? Where’s Jen?” My eyes sweep the quiet space—only two other patrons huddled over laptops, the air thick wiSuck What?! SASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW Idiot! You're such an idiot, Sasha. Did you really think he would believe that? I wanted the earth to swallow me whole, especially since he didn't say anything, just kept staring at me. Then, to my utter shock, he smiled, and then kissed me. It was just a peck, so I couldn't react until he spoke, grinning at me. "Is that so? Then, will you please calm me down here... wife?" Holy mother of God! Sasha, what have you gotten yourself into now?What have I gotten myself into? I held my breath where we stood locked together, heart hammering so hard against my ribs I could feel its shape pressing through my blouse. My hands were planted on his shoulders, fingers curled tight enough I knew they'd leave half-moons in his skin. Heat climbed my cheeks-shame knotted with hunger as his gray eyes held mine fast. He tilted his head, gaze never breaking. "Hmm? Aren't you going to
Heaven's GiftSASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW "Sasha! I'm telling you, he's the answer to your prayers-" "What prayers? I wasn't exactly wishing for a husband to magically appear-ouch!" I shot Andeng a glare, rubbing the spot on my head where she'd just flicked me. "Why are you yelling? I'm standing right next to you!" she retorted, frowning. I sighed, resisting the urge to scream again. My heart was still pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I hadn't been able to move a muscle until Andeng and Junior arrived. I'd even been shocked to see Junior in just his boxers, clearly interrupting some husband-and-wife bonding time. Who wouldn't be rattled after letting out a scream that could rival a slaughterhouse? Because, seriously! Who wouldn't be terrified when a bloody, yet undeniably gorgeous, man suddenly collapses in your living room? "Who do you think he is, Sasha? Junior's taking forever. We need to c
Premium Drop from the SkySASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW I was cocooned in sleep when a peculiar sound tugged me from my dreams. What is that racket? Is a dog howling at the moon? With a groan, I hauled myself upright, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and tossing aside my thin, well-worn blanket. Good grief-are we having a death in the neighborhood? That mutt is making enough noise to raise the dead. But any lingering drowsiness evaporated the moment I swung open my cottage door. My eyes widened, and a startled shriek escaped my lips. "AHH! Burog! You little pervert-are you really trying to mount that poor dog right in front of my house?!" Heat flared in my cheeks as I gaped at my pint-sized mutt, Burog, going at it with a dog easily twice his size. For such a tiny creature, he possessed a surprising amount of stamina. "Shoo! Get out of here, you horny little pest!" I waved my arms, attempting to s
BOOK 3: I ACCIDENTALLY ADOPTED A MAFIA BOSS PROLOGUEWARNING: This story contains mature, sensitive, and explicit content. Reader discretion is advised. SASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW A year ago, a man with no name and no memory knocked at my door. I called him Angelo, gave him my spare room, watched him fold himself into the narrow gaps of my life until there was no space left he hadn't filled. We loved like divers surfacing for breath-each touch a current pulling us closer, each word a gasp we'd been holding too long. Then he was gone. One morning the sheets were cold as river stone, his things wiped clean from every shelf and hook, and I've waited since. Ache lives in my bones now. Love does too. So why am I curled in the back of a van, blindfold tight enough to press shadows into my eyes, my shoulder grinding against metal as we bound over potholes wide enough to swallow a jeepney whole? I've spent thirty-two ye
EpilogueTHREE MONTHS LATER... LUCIAN VITALE'S POINT OF VIEW I can't sleep. Haven't had a full night's rest in over a month, pulling overtime at the office every single day. I glance at the wall clock as I shut down my laptop-six in the morning. Time flies when you're drowning in numbers and deadlines. It feels like just yesterday I was staring at the same screen, the clock reading ten at night. I stand up and slip on my coat, the wool heavy against my tired shoulders. I grab my phone and car keys from the desk-cool metal and plastic in my palm. I need to get home. They'll be waiting. "Good morning, sir. Overtime again?" One of the morning-shift guards greets me at the exit, his breath fogging in the cool lobby air. I offer him a gentle smile. "Yeah-gotta do it for the family." He grins back, lines crinkling around his eyes. "How about some coffee first, sir? You'll give yourself a stomach ache burning th
His Fears SERAPHINA "Sera" MORTEZ'S POINT OF VIEW "Daddy... when will Mommy wake up?" "I miss her... Daddy Lucian..." Is this real, or just my mind playing tricks? Did I really hear that? Did my children just call their father by the name he was always meant to have? I can't move a muscle. Every part of me feels heavy, as if weighted down by stone. I want to look at them, to reach out and touch their small hands-anything to make sure I'm not hallucinating. But my eyelids won't open, my fingers won't wiggle. All I can do is listen. Listen to their voices, clear and bright even through the fog in my head. Listen to the steady beep of the monitor beside my bed, counting out seconds like heartbeats. It feels like I've been trapped like this forever-a nightmare I can't wake from, full of shadows I never want to face again. I want to open my eyes. I want to see the people I thought I'd lost, to breathe in the scent of t
Will eat your pussy THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW "Seraphina..." Lucian's voice washed over her-deep, warm, carrying the weight of afternoon sun. Sera rubbed her eyes, blinking awake, and her brow furrowed slightly. Her vision was still just hazy shape
Seraphina's Secret THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW The sound of footsteps on the mansion stairs had Ace, Kieran, and Kiddeon's attention before Lucian even came into view. Their hearing was sharp as ever-they'd know his gait anywhere, and the heavy, measured pace told them he'd l
Just How?THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW Sera leaned against the passenger door, silent as Lucian drove. She sat rigid, every sense sharp-listening to the engine's purr, the wind whistling past the windows, still waiting for him to say where they were headed. What if he
Worries and Danger WARNING: This chapter contains mature content references and themes that may be distressing. Discretion is advised. THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW "Duh! Hello?! We're his friends-for fuck's sake!" "Friends my ass. Would







