Burat Ni Papa Mga Nobela at Kwento

Born into the Mafia Alcina saw their brutal violence from a very young age, her beloved Papa was shot dead in front of her eyes when she was only five years old. Ricardo was also born into the Mafia, the pampered spoilt youngest son of a powerful Don a stunning beautiful little boy who is as clever as he is gorgeous. They grow up in very different environments, Alcina is taken back to her mother's family by her staid, much older than her mother's sister Lady Annabella. To be brought up as an English Lady ready to inherit her mother's title of Duchess when she is eighteen. Ricci grows up trained in his father's ways so he can take over the powerful Mafia Family instead of his two older brothers. As they grow up life throws them together and the attraction is instant but they have many battles to fight before they can be together. Can Alcina forgive Ricardo for being the son of the Monster who had forced her to watch her father die? More importantly, can Ricardo forgive himself?

Finding out that you are the Son of the very first Lycan created can be a bit.. overwhelming! Especially when you never knew they even existed! Manny is newly home from the Marines and is just looking to settle down, when one day he has a chance encounter with Keya. A tiny touch from this girl is enough for him to want to make her wifey. Keya has had some intense run-ins with several boys and isn't looking to be in another overwhelming relationship. She meets Manny while at Papa's restaurant and didn't think too much about it when she gave him a hug to thank him, but boy was she wrong.. Secrets from Manny's past will have him doubting his family and finding out the truth will send him into an unknown location, shrouded in secrecy. Can he really be a Lycan? Do Supernatural beings exist? And if so, is he the offspring of the one and only Ancient Alpha, the Alpha that all other Alphas have to obey?! And what about Keya, what does her background hold? Join them on their journey to truth, love and discovery in a world where things are not what they seem. Warning this book contains near Rape, Violence, Harsh Language and Dark Content. And human, mystical creature relations.

On the night of my engagement party, Luca Moretti walked his childhood sweetheart over to me. "Clara accidentally stained her dress," he said. "Let her borrow yours for a while." He added, "Everyone knows you're the main character tonight. It doesn't matter what you wear." I didn't bother objecting. The gown was already on her. I stood behind the half-closed back door in a borrowed black dress while his men laughed over their whiskey. "Luca, is your real fiancee going to lose it?" someone asked. Luca barely looked up from his glass. "Anna is going to be a Donna. She needs to learn grace." Another man snorted. "Besides, she's an orphan. Where's she gonna go without you?" Luca smiled. "She can't leave me." They didn't know I had never been an orphan. I had buried the Valenti name for five years because I wanted Luca to love me as Anna, not as the Valenti daughter. My father is the Mafia Chairman, the man every family answered to when the highest table met. That night, I took off the Moretti emerald ring, left it beside the guest book, and called home. "Papa, I’m not marrying Luca. Don't come to Chicago."

On the day of my coming-of-age ceremony, I must choose a fiancé from among the heirs of three great families. Everyone believes I will choose Dario Morandi—the man I have pursued for years. Instead, I pick up the photograph of his older brother, Cassiano Morandi. Cassiano is known as the lunatic who was kidnapped by enemies at the age of five and thrown into an underground fighting pit. He survived on his own for ten years before the Morandis brought him back. No one thinks he is worthy of me, the Vito family's Principessa. In my previous life, I choose Dario. On our wedding day, Lina Greco—the daughter of Papa's chauffeur—shows up in a white wedding dress with her pregnant belly on display, crying as she claims the child is Dario's. Enraged, I have her thrown out. But amid the chaos, she suffers a miscarriage. Dario smiles and goes through with the wedding. But in the third year of our marriage, he steals classified intelligence and hands it over to my famiglia's enemies. I die that very night. Now that I have a second chance at life, I decide to fulfill his wish and let him be with Lina. What I never expect is that he has been reborn as well.

On the night of the Benedetto family's Harvest Festival, my Mafia husband, Salvatore, told me to bring our son, Giuseppe, to the family gathering. He said his madre had finally accepted us into the Benedetto bloodline. I was trembling with excitement in our little cottage as I dressed Giuseppe in his finest little suit. He had carved a single wooden rose by hand, a project he'd saved for over five years. He said he would present it to his grandmother at the celebration, a plea for her to accept our place in the family. But the moment we stepped into the stone manor, I saw Carmela. Salvatore had her pinned against an oak barrel in a deep, searing kiss. In the moonlight, her hand was undoing his tie. In front of everyone, Salvatore smiled and gently pushed her away. He walked toward the family members gathered in a semicircle and raised a crystal glass. "Tonight, in addition to celebrating the harvest, I have an important announcement." "I would like to introduce you all to the woman I have married in the eyes of God and the Church." "Miss Carmela Torrino." Before I could even process his words, Giuseppe tore his hand from mine and rushed forward. "Papa, what are you saying?" "Isn't my mother your wife?"

My husband, Luca, had a childhood sweetheart named Sophia. Years ago, during a brutal gang shootout, Sophia shielded him from the worst of the bloodshed, and since then, she had suffered from severe PTSD. Because of that, Luca would push aside family business every year and fly to our estate on a secluded island off the coast of Sicily to spend three months “helping her recover.” “Victoria, she lost her mind because of me,” he told me. “I’m responsible for her. I hope you can be magnanimous.” So, I nodded. And eventually, I got used to the fact that every year, my husband would disappear for three months to fulfill what he called a moral obligation. That was until the day I flew in without warning to inspect the family’s money-laundering network on that island and saw him. In the town square, under the bright Mediterranean sun, Luca was standing there with a five-year-old boy by his side. “Papa, how long do we have to hide on this island?” the child asked. “I want to go to New York. I want to see the Empire State Building.” Luca laughed gently and scooped him up in his arms. With his other hand, he held Sophia’s. “Antonio, be good,” he said affectionately. “Papa’s position is… complicated. When you turn eighteen and pass the family’s initiation ceremony, I’ll kill that woman and her dead old man. Then, I’ll take you back to New York to inherit the entire Corleone family.” I stood in the shadows, unseen. Slowly, I lit a cigarette. The smoke curled around me as their voices drifted over, the conversation getting more vicious as it went. Sophia leaned into his chest, her tone sweet and coy. “Luca, I’ve been with you for seven years without a name or a title. How much longer are our son and I supposed to live like ghosts?” Luca sighed. “I don’t have a choice. The old man in the Corleone family is still alive. I married Victoria just to get her territory. Don’t worry. I’ve been adding something to her milk every day. She’ll never get pregnant in this lifetime. My family bloodline will only continue through you.” The last thread of reason in my mind snapped. In the six years of marriage we shared, I had been infertile. I’d taken countless hormone injections to stimulate ovulation. I’d knelt in church and prayed more times than I could count. Yet, all along, the devil poisoning me was my own husband. The initial shock faded quickly into rage. I crushed out my cigarette and pulled out my phone. Then, I dialed my uncle, the family’s clean-up man. “Uncle Rocco,” I said calmly, “Luca betrayed me. He betrayed the family. Order a coffin in the finest black walnut for me, and make it large, large enough to fit a family of three.”

Matapos mamatay ang kanyang asawa, isinubsob ni Lovely Ramirez, isang matagumpay ngunit malamig na negosyante, ang sarili sa trabaho. Sa kabila ng kayamanan at kapangyarihan, nananatiling hungkag ang kanyang puso—tila ba nakalimutan na niya kung paano muling magmahal at maging masaya. Samantala, ang kanyang matalik na kaibigang si Annica, isang mapangahas, mapaglaro, at mapusok na babae, ay naniniwalang ang buhay ay dapat tinatamasa—lalo na pagdating sa pag-ibig at kaligayahan. Para sa kanya, ang sikreto ng kabataan at sigla ay simple: pag-ibig, lalaki, at walang pagsisising pagnanasa. Sa hangaring gisingin muli ang natutulog na damdamin ni Lovely, hihilahin siya ni Annica sa isang mundong puno ng tukso, aliw, at mga lalaking maaaring magpabago sa takbo ng kanyang buhay. Ngunit sa gitna ng mapaglarong laro ng pag-ibig, isang lalaking hindi inaasahan ang sisira sa mga pader na matagal nang itinayo ni Lovely—isang lalaking kayang magpabalik ng sakit, alaala, at higit sa lahat… pag-asa. Sa larong ito ng damdamin at pagnanasa, sino ang mauunang matalo? Sino ang mauunang umibig? At hanggang saan handang sumugal ang isang pusong matagal nang nagsara? Isang kuwento ng pagtuklas sa sarili, muling pag-ibig, at mapanganib na mga desisyon—dahil sa mundong ito, hindi lahat ng laro ay panalo… ngunit minsan, ang pinakamapanganib na pustahan ang nagdadala ng tunay na kaligayahan.

Tatyana, Marinette et Véronique trois jeunes filles qui ne se connaissent ni d'Adam ni d'Ève vont faire chemin ensemble. L'ambition et la jalousie démesuré de Véronique va faire mourir cette relation qui existe entre elles en arrachant le petit ami de sa copine et voulant même porter atteinte à sa vie. N'ayant pas atteint son objectif elle va poursuivre jusqu'au bout. Mais rien n'étant impossible à Dieu tout va chamboulé et tout reprendra également bonne route.

To protect his biological child, the mafia Don deliberately announces to the world that my fiance is his long-lost son. A Rolls-Royce pulls up outside my house. My fiance stares at his custom-tailored suit, his entire body trembling with excitement. I'm about to tell him it's all a lie when he shoves me aside and brushes off his sleeves with disgust, like he's touching something filthy. "Stay away from me. I can smell the poverty on you from here!" "Since I'm the Don's son, our engagement is over. An unwanted nobody like you isn't even fit to lick my boots." I try to explain, but he pulls out a check and slams it against my face—the sharp paper edge slices across my cheek. "Here's a million dollars. Consider it a breakup fee, and don't bother me again. We're not from the same world anymore." Watching the check flutter down into the mud, I quietly dim my phone screen. On it is a text from my father, the mafia Don. "Mia cara figlia, bear with it a little longer. Papa will bring you home soon to take over the family." Since he wants to burn every bridge between us, fine. He can have all this fortune on a silver platter. Whether he'll live long enough to enjoy it is another question entirely.

At our wedding, Don Marco DeLuca, my fiance, answers a phone call. That's when his expression changes drastically. He then looks at me, his eyes filled with pain and conflict, two of the emotions that I've never seen plaguing him before. "Lina, Fiora will be flying this afternoon. She will leave Novaris permanently. This will be our last time seeing each other. I… I need to send her off." As I rub my thumb against the diamond ring which has just gotten slotted onto my ring finger, I just gaze at Marco quietly. "Are you sure you want to go see her off?" Marco's voice is trembling at this rate. He dares not even look me in the eye. "Lina, I swear that you'll be the only woman for me from now on. We'll get married, and we'll have children together. Life will be perfect for us." After that, he turns on his heel and walks away without looking back. He doesn't see the way I've crumpled onto the floor, where a puddle of blood has formed beneath me. My papa kisses me on the forehead. "My darling principessa, are you sure you want to break up with Marco?" I close my eyes and nod in response. I don't want Marco nor this farce of a marriage contract anymore.