Arab Dress

Dodging scandals after scandals is Corelle Tatiana Villafuerte's expertise. Hindi madaling panatilihing maganda at malinis ang reputasyon niya lalo pa't kilalang heneral ang kanyang ama. Gagawin niya ang lahat para sa kagustuhan nito kahit pa labag ito sa kanyang kalooban. Ngayo'y tila nakawala siya sa pagpapanggap nang malaman ang katotohanan. Who would have thought that her strict and disciplinarian father is part of a criminal organization? The tables have now turned. She wants to give him a piece of his own medicine, so she sets foot to reveal everything — but everything has a price. She's been kidnapped, held captive, and threatened. By who? The billionaire she can see in magazines, television, and billboards! Who turns out to be the mafia underboss! The man whose sparkling diamond stud, scar cuts, tattoos, and dark suits can blind her. Instead of killing her, he offered to make her his doll. Someone he can dress up to flaunt, display, and play with. After all, he needs a wife to earn the respect of the other mafia boss. Without knowing how messy it could be, she went straight ahead and enjoyed the privileges of being the billionaire's doll. Pero doon lang ba nakabatay ang halaga niya? Sa karangyaan na kayang ipalasap ng binata? Will she remain cherished? Or will the billionaire throw her away when he's finished with her? Is that all she'll ever be? His doll?

The sound of footsteps fell on her ears, forcing her to turn around. Dhruv stood a few inches away, a white towel wrapped around his waist. Water dripped from his hair as he ran a hand through it. When his eyes landed on her, they raked up and down her body and his eyebrow lifted while his lips formed a tiny frown. "What are you wearing?" He said tilting his head. He did not look pleased. "Your t-shirt," said Shanaya and rolled her eyes. "And who gave you the permission to wear it?" "You did yourself when you tore my dress into two pieces." His lips curved in delight at her words but returned back to normal soon enough. "Did I? I don't remember it." He shook his head. "Hmm, blame your rusty mind. What was your intent anyway? To have me walking naked around your house?" He pressed his lips together, attempting but failing to keep the amusement out of his voice. "Maybe. That'd be a nice sight, I must admit." *** Shanaya Arora has lived her life peacefully without any drama, that is until Dhruv Kapoor, her ex decides to make a return after eight years, bringing along with him a storm of desire and a promise of companionship for a lonely soul like hers. Burdened with the weight of her past, Shanaya tries to avoid him, denying Dhruv another chance at breaking her heart. But fate has other plans.

Daisy’s heart raced with excitement as she entered the elegant wedding venue, the sweet scent of flowers filling the air. She held onto her boyfriend Noah’s arm, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation. But as she laid eyes on her best friend’s soon-to-be husband, her world shattered. The man standing before her was the one she had been searching for all these years. The room seemed to spin as she struggled to comprehend the cruel twist of fate. Her heart sank as she realised he didn’t remember her, treating her like a stranger. The disappointment was crushing, but she accepted the harsh truth with a heavy heart. She steeled herself, determined to witness her best friend Julian’s wedding with the man she had longed to meet. But she didn’t knew that fate had a unique plan in store for her. Unbeknownst to Daisy, she was about to find herself standing on that very aisle, adorned in a wedding dress, instead of her beloved Julian. However, the man she has married - Dylan Astor, despises her with an intensity that is palpable. He has transformed into a completely unrecognisable figure from the man Daisy had encountered years ago. His once radiant, charming smile has transformed into a dark, icy countenance, causing Daisy to hold her breath whenever she sees him. The tension in the air is suffocating, as if a storm is brewing. Dylan knows very well that Daisy doesn't have feelings for him, which only makes him even more angry at her.

What will you do when you find out that your supposed boyfriend whom you have been dating for two years sold you to a hybrid mafia gang, a vampire and a werewolf? Someone you never thought would hurt you and you are hoping that he will claim you when you turn eighteen even if he didn't turn out to be your fated mate. He was the one who pushed you into the hands of the enemies.   "You can't run from us, little pancake and you don't need to, we will take care of you," he said with a wicked grin that showed off his elongated fangs. "Don't you come near me? If you touch me, I will make you never use those hands again" I threatened even though I was scared to die, they wrinkled their face with a look of disgust. "Now let me take care of you." he reached for my dress but suddenly they let go of me and were shifting on the floor, I looked in confusion. "Stupid, why didn't you tell us that you are his?" "is she mine?" he asked, I jumped off the floor, tugging my hand around his neck. "I am his." ====== The Hybrid series: The hybrid Alpha's scary face Book 1: Rejected at First Glance, Now Desired Book 2: My Hybrid Beta Although this book can be read as a standalone, it will not be a bad idea, if you read the parent's book, which is, the hybrid alpha's scary face.

Isabella Moretti was born into power, wealth, and expectation. As the precious heiress of an empire, her life has never been her own. So when her family demands she marry cold, commanding billionaire Sebastian Blackwell to seal a lucrative alliance, she obeys—because that’s what a Moretti does. But on the night of the wedding, behind the locked doors of their lavish suite, Sebastian is not what she expected. His touch is possessive, his gaze unreadable—but beneath the ice, there’s heat. He makes her feel something she shouldn’t. And when their bodies collide, it isn’t duty—it’s desire and longing. Still, her heart doesn’t belong to him yet. It belongs to Luca Rossi—the boy her family cast out, the man she was forbidden to love. Wracked with guilt and confusion, Isabella flees before dawn, still in her wedding dress, and finds her way back to Luca. Their reunion is messy, breathless, and full of longing. One night. One mistake. One more secret. Days later, Isabella’s world tilts again: she’s pregnant. And she has no idea whose child it is. Now, torn between a man she never meant to want and fall in love with and the man she never stopped loving, Isabella must navigate a storm of lies, legacy, and longing. Sebastian won’t let her go. Luca won’t give her up. And the child growing inside her may belong to either. One heiress. Two nights. One impossible choice.

“We shouldn't do this,” I gasp as his hand slips beneath my dress, his hot breath brushing my ear. “You can say that all you want, but you're already dripping for me.” His grip on my thighs tightens. “So let me ruin you—slow, deep, and on every surface in this room.” A moan escapes me—and then he lifts me. _________ Nova Kingsley is a 24-year-old she-wolf with a legacy soaked in blood and secrets. She made peace with control. Power kept her safe. Duty kept her distant. Love? That was a luxury for wolves who didn't carry kingdoms on their shoulders. Then came the Weston brothers. Nate is kind, loyal, and the younger brother offering the future she needs. But Alex? The Alpha-heir is untamed, dangerously intense, and utterly forbidden. His gaze unravels her. His touch threatens to consume her. And when they collide, the world shifts. Stars tremble. The gods remember. Bound by a divine blessing and trapped in an ancient prophecy, Nova and Alex are more than star-crossed—they’re caught in the middle of a war between goddesses, where fate is weaponized and love is a battlefield. As a deadly threat rises from the shadows and war brews on all sides, Nova must choose between the mate she can have… and the one her soul was created for. Because some bonds are sacred. Others are damned. And this one? It's both. _________ Content Warning: This dark romance contains themes that may be triggering to some readers, including graphic violence, death, emotional trauma, forbidden love, sexual content (18+), supernatural elements, and family betrayal.

Tiffany Jones is beautiful, innocent and a straight-A student, straight from elementary school, well, until she met Zeke. She had a lot of bad experiences while growing up, but that didn't stop her from becoming the person she was. Except that she had very huge trust issues. In college, she's made to share a bedroom with who she calls a total jerk. Yup, that's him, Ezekiel Blakely, popularly known as Zeke. He's a bad boy. He's a player. He's dangerous. He's reckless. The two are seen and talked about in the college, making Tiffany get attention, which she dislikes. How's she gonna cope with such a jerk? Would she give in to his flirtatious character and risk it all or would she flee before it's too late? Keep reading to find out. "Why the f*** did you have to wear this," This time, he pinned me to the wall, completely taking me off guard. "Nerd you're turning me on," He said and then pressed himself against me. There was no doubt he was already turned on. Oh, God! He brought his face to my neck and breathed hotly against it, sending shivers to my body. He trailed one of his hands up to my dress and our breathing was already getting hot. With one hand on my waist and the other making its way to my bra he whispers, "Stop torturing little Zeke."

I was chosen to be the fiancée of Lorenzo, the Mafia’s heir. But at a family gala, Lorenzo was openly pursued by Chiara, the daughter of an arms dealer. Chiara wasn’t like the other rule-abiding debutantes.She tore through the streets in a modified sports car, used a military-grade combat knife to cut her cigars, and drank the harshest whiskey neat.There was an untamed wildness about her, a fire Lorenzo couldn’t look away from. He complained to the family elders, “How can a woman like that possibly be our Madre and run this entire family?” His words dripped with disdain for her recklessness, yet his eyes were glued to her, tracking her every move as she raised her glass. Then, on Lorenzo’s birthday, he announced his intention to make Chiara his mistress. Chiara refused.”The women of my family are wives, never mistresses.And my husband’s heart must belong only to me.” Lorenzo came to me, his voice hesitant.”Alessia, it’s just a title.I need you to give it to Chiara.Please? She doesn’t understand our family’s traditions, and she’s making a scene about marrying me.We just need to pacify her for now.Even if she marries me, you will still be the one to manage the family’s affairs.” As I stood trying on my wedding gown, a sharp crystal bead on the bodice pierced my finger.A single drop of blood bloomed against the pure white satin. The dress was ruined, but the wedding would go on. Since he chose someone else to be his wife, I will become his Madre.

Before the marking ceremony, Leon Parker crossed out his name on the Moonlight Tree. Then, he carved his brother Cillian Parker's name next to mine instead. A friend teased him, "Just because you lost a bet to Susie Burton, you're changing the name on the Moonlight Tree to Cillian's? Aren't you afraid Madison Lachlan will find out and lose it on you?" Leon replied lazily, "She nearly died for me once. Changing a name is nothing; she won't mind. I've already ruined her marking ceremony 52 times. What's one more? Besides, Cillian's leg is injured, and he's stuck in a wheelchair. No woman would ever want to be with him. Once Madison finds out, she'll come crawling back to me, and I'll still have the upper hand." I stood by the door, listening to every word of their conversation as my heart gradually turned cold. The Moonlight Tree was sacred to all werewolves. Every mated pair carved their names into it, symbolizing the Moon Goddess's blessing on their bond. Yet, Leon was treating something so sacred like it was a joke. I did not make a scene, just slipping away silently. On the day of the marking ceremony, Leon arrived at the venue to find no one there. He frantically called me. I stood in my white wedding dress, looking at my mate across from me. "My marking ceremony is about to start. Are you here to congratulate me on my big day?"

My back hit the cold wall of the Alpha’s packhouse, my breath hitched in my throat as the triplets closed in—Asher, Alaric, and Argent. Asher leaned in first, his mouth brushing against my ear. “Sign the contract, Alisha,” he growled. “You’re ours. Your body, soul, and every filthy little sound you make.” I swallowed hard as Alaric’s fingers traced a circle around my swollen areola in an infuriating slow-mo. “See, your body is already responding, stop pretending you don’t want to be ruined by us.” Argent stepped in last, his hand skimming under the hem of my dress. “You’re trembling, sweetheart. Not from fear… but from need. Say the word, and we’ll own every inch of you.” “And if I say no?” my voice was shaky as I bit down the moan crawling up my throat. The three of them exchanged glances and then turned to me. And like a rehearsed lyric, they all unisoned. “Then we make you beg on your knees. And we won’t stop until you forget your own name… just ours.” Asher grabbed my chin, tilting it up. “Last chance, sweetheart. Safe word or surrender.” My lips parted. “I surrender.” That was all they needed. Alaric was behind me instantly, lips on my neck, one hand wrapping around my waist, the other dragging the strap of my dress down torturously slow. “Good girl,” he murmured, his teeth grazing my skin. “You’re ours now.” •••••••• This is not just a love story. It’s survival. And it starts with rejection…