The Holy Family: Jesus, Mary And Joseph

DADDY Five girls who have been friends for a long time have the same taste, same likes and dislikes, but their personalities are quite different, but blend in throughout their friendship. As they grow up into women, they have the same fantasies about their gorgeous, attractive stepdaddies. They can't resist the urge to take care of them, to love them, turning into something more. MOMMY Five divorced women who are successful in their careers have weird feelings for their adopted sons. Their adopted sons are now grown, and it's their last year of high school. They are all athletic since they are players of the basketball team. Living in a house with handsome and hunky boys is quite difficult, especially if they are all 'tigang' when it comes to sex. It even became more difficult when their sons acts also weird towards them and their eyes stare at them with lust. Could they even stop and control their feelings before it's too late?

THIS BOOK IS THE BOOK 2 OF TRIPLET TEMPTATION; MY STEPBROTHERS ARE TRIPLETS. Three identical faces. Three dangerous hearts. One man who was never meant to choose. Born of secrecy and blood, Fiorella, Marcella, and Camilla Romano grow up hidden from the world—triplet daughters of three powerful Mafia men, raised to survive a legacy that should never have existed. When freedom finally comes at university, each sister steps into a different life… and unknowingly into the arms of the same man. Luca De Santis is everything their world is not—poor, principled, and untouched by crime. A law student with quiet strength and unshakable integrity, he never suspects the truth as he falls for three women who wear the same face differently. Fiorella challenges him with power and control. Marcella tempts him with fire and danger. Camilla soothes him with warmth and peace. But when Luca discovers the women he loves are sisters, and daughters of one of the most feared Mafia families alive….desire turns lethal. Obsession breeds rivalry. Secrets draw blood. And enemies close in, ready to exploit the one weakness the Romano family never planned for: love. As passion threatens to destroy sisterhood and history begins to repeat itself, Luca must make an impossible choice. Stay….and become the reason they fall apart. Or walk away, and break all their hearts to save their lives. Or choose one of them and let go of the others.

My three-year-old son looked nothing like my husband. Suspicious, my father-in-law secretly took my son for a paternity test. The results showed that there was no biological relationship between them. Furious and humiliated, my father-in-law erupted in anger, hurling insults at me and even threatening to kill us. My husband, just as enraged, slapped me hard across the face. "You shameless wrench! You've made me raise another man's child for three years!" As I stared at their accusing faces, I calmly produced another report—the paternity test between my husband and his father. It confirmed they weren't biologically related either. Their expressions froze in shock. With a faint smile, I said, "Looks like we don't know for sure who isn't part of this family, do we?"

Anna is a beautiful young lady who works hard to earn a living with her soon-to-be husband, Desmond. To sponsor their wedding, Anna takes up a job offer that promises huge pay. The only problem is that the job offer is from the house of the most notorious Mafia boss, but Anna doesn't care as long as she gets the money she needs. Ace Padrino Agostino is a well-known name throughout Italy and beyond. He is not just any Mafia boss; he is the king and leader of all the Mafia bosses in Italy and other countries. Just the mention of his name sends shivers down the spines of many. No one really knows what he looks like except his workers and the other Mafia bosses. While working, Anna gets set up with Ace by Ace's father, and she ends up getting pregnant. Ace's father hides and takes care of her throughout her pregnancy, all of this without Ace's knowledge. "Sir, when will you get a woman who will be our queen? You don't even have a child to call your own," during one of their meetings, Saro, a Mafia boss who has always been jealous of Ace, said. He was about to say something else when they heard the voice of a little girl ask, "Is that Daddy?" The whole group of Mafia bosses turned to see the little girl who asked this question. Only to find out, she was not alone. She was with five other identical children, and they were all pointing at the godfather. "Are they the godfather's children?" Everyone was left in shock – including the godfather himself.

For nearly five centuries, no child has drawn a first breath. The Creator sealed the womb of the world, and humanity learned to live without its future. But in the depths of Triune, another kind of genesis rose. From the Middle comes a child with power and lineage to rival the Creator. Not born, but woven. Not raised, but awakened. Bodies shaped by design. Souls coaxed from silence. Each one a crafted echo of what humanity once was. Those who survive their emergence ascend to the Upper. Those who falter are reclaimed by the dark. On the night meant to mark their passage into adulthood, five friends stumble upon a truth older than scripture and sharper than prophecy: The first humans were not what they were told. The gods were not who they claimed to be. And the Children of Triune were never meant to ask why. Some truths don't set you free, they come for you.

One night, my family sat together watching the New Year’s Eve Live on television. My little sister, Stella Larson, said she had to pee and hurried to the washroom. Half an hour later, she still had not returned. When I went to check on her, the washroom was empty. “When did Stella leave the washroom?” I asked my parents. Both of them were stunned for a moment before feeling my forehead and saying, “What are you talking about? You’re an only child. Who is Stella?” They forcibly pulled me back to my seat. My mind went blank. Did the three of them just pull a prank on me? After finishing his drink, my father clutched his stomach and rushed into the washroom. I stared fixedly at the washroom door. A long time passed, but no one came out. My father had vanished, too. My hand trembled as I pointed at the bathroom. My mother stepped forward to go in. “Don’t go in! Dad and Luna disappeared in there!” My mother looked grief-stricken as she said, “Sweetie, it’s been just the two of us for the past twenty-plus years, remember?” Her words hit me hard. I was in total disbelief. I explained myself frantically, but the more I spoke, the more confused my mother became. She finally shook me off and said, “Why are you doing this to me? I’ve raised you your whole life! Why do you have to ruin New Year’s Eve?” She walked straight into the washroom, and the house soon fell into a dead silence. Terrified, I called my best friend, Kathy Scott, who lived nearby. I rambled incoherently as I begged her for help. But her words utterly crushed me. “What family members? You’re an orphan.” I hung up the phone, rushed out, and pounded frantically on the neighbors’ door.