Can I Touch Your Heart

"I will only use you when I need to." Amanda has always hated the words of abuse from the lips of Oriaga Niel, her husband and CEO of the famous jewelry and fashion brand 'Gregorious' who married her a month ago. Amanda felt dirty and crazy, even though they had sex, but without love, they just hated each other all the time. Amanda is like a bitch that Oriaga bought for good, and the man wants revenge for Amanda's family's attitude in the past.

Pinanganak si Spencer dela Cruz na may CHD (Congenital Heart Disease). Ito ang dahilan upang palitan ang kanyang puso sa pamamagitan ng Heart Transplant. Sa isang car accident naman nasawi si Nathalie Mendoza ang girlfriend ni Alfred Aaron Villanueva. Sa pagkamatay ni Nathalie ay siya rin namang pagdugtong ng buhay ni Spencer, dahil ang puso nito ang pusong ipinalit sa binata. Ano kaya ang gagawin mo kung ang puso ng taong labis mong minahal ay iba na ang nagmamayari? Maaari nga bang matandaan ng puso ang iniibig nito? Madidiktahan ba natin ang ating damdamin kung sino ang nararapat nating ibigin? Marami pa tayong malalaman at matututunan sa kwento ng dalawa nating bida. Kaya ating subaybayan ang istorya ng wagas at walang tinitignang kasarian na pagibig. Ating itong kapulutan ng aral at inspiransyon. (Lahat tayo ay may karapatang umibig at ibigin, kaya wag sana tayong matakot na magmahal, dahil para narin nating tinanggalan ang ating sarili ng karapatan.) — Alnaja Heart

"I'm sorry, Anna. I've made a mistake that can never be forgiven." My Alpha mate, Alan Thorne, is drugged with a powerful aphrodisiac—one only a she-wolf's touch can neutralize. His assistant, Leah Hawke, takes advantage and sleeps with him. Alan and I have been bound by a mate bond for eight years. His heartfelt apologies make me believe it is nothing more than a tragic accident. But six months later, everything falls apart. When I hear Alan is caught in a landslide during a business trip, I rush to his side without hesitation. I find him lying in the hospital bed, staring at Leah, guilt weighing heavily in his eyes. "Leah is three months along with my pups. She risked everything to save me, clawing through mud and rocks with bare hands until they were raw and bleeding. "Baby, I swear, you're the one and only Luna. But please... Let me make this right. Let me take care of her until the pups are born." Leah breaks down in tears, pleading, "These pups are innocent. Please don't punish them." At that moment, I feel like the villain tearing a family apart. With bitterness burning in my throat, I rasp, "Alan, you have to choose. Either end our mate bond or banish Leah from the pack." Alan shakes his head, anguish deepening his expression. "I can't break our mate bond, but I also can't turn my back on Leah. That's not who I am." In the end, Leah gives birth to twin pups. The entire pack celebrates, but not me. I already know my time here has come to an end. "Well, Alan, since you can't decide, I'll be the one to vanish from your world."

"At least make just one step closer, Sage! Sa paraang iyon ay masasabi kong may pag-asa pa akong makasama ka." It took a minutes before he make not just one step, instead he ran into me and hug me tightly. "I waited for this, my moon," he whispered. I miss his touch, I miss everything about him. I am home and I can't wait to feel his love again. All the pains and burdens from the past will remain in the past and this is the starting of my new life.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...burn. ----------------------- "Now, let's discuss your shorts." A big hand slips under the blanket and glides down my knees to my innermost thighs, a finger finding my pussy, and sinking in. "You are a naughty, naughty girl. Did you wear this to torture me? Answer me." "Yes," I manage after two gulped breaths. "I wore it for you." With no panties. Everything bare. "You want me that bad, Theresa? You want me worked up, right? Feral, agitated, hopelessly turned on, huh?" My lips part as he shifts the stethoscope, listening to my heart pound as I answer. "Y-yes." "Say it. I want to hear every word." "I wore shorts to turn you on, Dr Storm. Every time." Excitement flourishes in my stomach, and I ride it like a tidal wave. "I wore it so you could..." He waits, bristling with impatience as I trail off. A muscle leaps in his jaw, and his whole sculpted body is tense beneath me. "So I could what, Theresa? So I could what?" The silence is so loud, the tension so thick, his eyes so intense, so needy to hear the words, I feel my toes curl. "So, you could put your hand up there, Dr Storm. So, you could touch me."

Rhexyl is a college student whom you wouldn't want to know. She is a nerd and likes wearing boyish clothes. She might just be an ordinary girl, but with a very cunning attitude and certified rule breaker. She was always oblivious to her surroundings, and never cared even though she always had been bullied. Until one day, she got into the University of Der Mord, the school of everyone's dreams. Suddenly, her quiet life, as well as her heart, came into life when she had met Sylvester - a silent, cold-hearted, snob, and extremely dangerous man. What kind of life awaits her? Will she be able to stay or just leave?

On Harlow Gage's first day at the Crescent school, her attention is captured by the strangely familiar Michael Collins. She soon discovers he isn't an ordinary guy; he was far from it. Actually, he was the impeded of destruction- everywhere he went, death follow. Michael collins was a monster and everyone knew it. Meeting him, it was their own personal nightmare. He was cruel, heartless and just...evil. He murders like it was an everyday chore and never did he show an emotion other than hatred. Especially, for her. Harlow Gage, an impetuous seventeen year old werewolf who dreamt of finding her mate just like any other. But, fate couldn't help but pair them together. Will she be able to get her happy ending she had dreamt about? Or will her dreams be her downfall?

Aahliyah, daughter of the Alpha of the once mighty and great Waterwave Pack, has had her livelihood taken from her. Given no other alternative, Aahliyah was forced to run away, and had been on the run for months. Fortune finally favours her, when she finds sanctuary in a reclusive pack. But this pack hold secrets that are far more dangerous than the people she's running from. Especially the dark secrets that involves the Alpha's son, Raphael

My husband's childhood sweetheart needed surgery, and he insisted that I be the one to operate on her. I followed every medical protocol, doing everything I could to save her. However, after she was discharged, she accused me of medical malpractice and claimed I’d left her permanently disabled. I turned to my husband, hoping he’d speak up for me, but he curtly said, “I told you not to act recklessly. Now look what’s happened.” To my shock, the hospital surveillance footage also showed that I hadn’t followed the correct surgical procedure. I couldn’t defend myself. In the end, I was stabbed to death by her super-alpha husband. Even as I died, I still couldn’t understand—how did the footage show my surgical steps were wrong? When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Joanna was admitted for testing.

Keep your legs open, baby. That’s it… eyes on me.” One had his hand around my throat. Another had his mouth between my thighs. The third… God help me, he was the one who whispered the filth that made me forget my name. Three of them. All at once. Tearing me apart like I belonged to them. And the truth is—I did. Because I gave them my body the night I lost everything else. The night I got fired. The night my boyfriend left me for my best friend. The night I nearly ended it all. But I’d been kind to a stranger once. Gave him my umbrella in the rain. Smiled at him even when my world was falling apart. That man? He found me drunk and desperate on the edge of ruin… and offered me something darker than a second chance. To be theirs. All three of theirs. Not a girlfriend. Not a wife. A plaything. A prize. A pet. Now I wake up in silk sheets. I don’t work. I don’t pay bills. I only exist to please them. And Daddy doesn’t like when I cry. He likes when I beg.