Charging Blink Camera

Creed is an ex sharpshooter turned bike crew President, with a rough upbringing and the scars to prove it. Nine years ago an old drunk offered him his twelve-year-old daughter for his next pint. Knowing that as fucked up as he was he was still the kid’s best bet, he took the deal. He left her with an aunt he thought he could trust because Uncle Sam owned his ass for the next little while, and he had no choice. Then his babygirl turned eighteen and shit went south, literally. He knew he had to stay the fuck away from her or she’d be under him before she could blink, but he made a deal with himself. When his babygirl hit twenty-one he was taking her no matter what. Her birthday was three days away and though he’d kept his distance for the last two and a half years he’s been keeping tabs on her. It was time to collect.Biker's Baby Girl is created by Jordan Silver an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

After I refused for the eighth time to give my daughter a monthly allowance of $80, she went live online to denounce me. During the broadcast, she shared screenshots of our messages, showing how she had repeatedly and desperately asked me for money after the new school term began. "Mom, I just got my period. I do not have money to buy sanitary pads. Could you send me this month's allowance?" I replied calmly, "No." "Mom, I have not eaten in three days. I am really hungry." I responded with sarcasm. "What does that have to do with me?" The screen quickly filled with comments calling me suffocatingly cruel and heartless. Looking straight into the camera, she sobbed uncontrollably. "Mom, I am not asking for much. I only need $80 a month for living expenses. "Do you really have to push me to death before you feel satisfied?" Within a short time, I became the target of widespread online abuse. A well-known education influencer reached out to me. "It is only $80. It is not something you cannot afford. Why are you treating your own daughter so harshly?" I looked at her calmly. "Try livestreaming seven days of life with me and my daughter. "If you can do that, you'll understand."

She watched her future crumble through a camera lens. Four years. One ring. The wrong woman wearing it. Sloane's carefully constructed life shatters in a single night when her boyfriend proposes to someone else at an event she's photographing. Broke, humiliated, and desperate for a fresh start, she's ready to give up on everything. Until an opportunity falls into her lap that changes everything. A contract with Lennon Cross. The biggest name in music. The man everyone wants but no one can have. Half a million dollars for six months of her life. It sounds perfect. Too perfect. Because Lennon doesn't do charity. He doesn't do kindness. And he definitely doesn't do love. What he does do is destroy anyone who gets too close. Sloane should walk away. Should protect what's left of her shattered heart. But desperation makes people reckless. And when her ex comes crawling back, suddenly success tastes like the sweetest revenge. The man who broke her. Or the one who might save her. If he doesn't ruin her first. Some contracts are signed in ink. Others are paid for in heartbreak.

At two in the morning, during a raid, I personally arrested my wife, Carolyn Hewitt, in a rundown motel room. Her neck was covered in hickeys. In handcuffs, she sat beside the bed, trying to comfort her younger brother, who had curled up in the corner, quietly sobbing. "Alex failed his exam and has been feeling terrible. So, I brought him here to relax. Don't get the wrong idea." In the past, I would have already been shouting at her. However, at that moment, I did not even have the strength to expose her lies. I had heard them too many times. "Mark… About this…" My partner nudged me with his elbow, glancing toward the registration form. He was telling me it was up to me how I wanted to handle it. Keeping a cold face, I aimed my body camera toward the foot of the bed. "Handle it by the book. No special treatment." "Mark Russ!" She suddenly struggled against the handcuffs. "What kind of brother-in-law are you? Alex is only 20! If he ends up in jail, his whole life will be ruined!" Her eyes reddened as she spoke, but my expression did not change. I said calmly, "When have you ever treated me like family? Carolyn…let's get a divorce."

Walang permanente sa mundo ng showbiz. Ito ang isang bagay na natutunan ni Selene nang pansamantala nitong iwan ang showbiz. Sa muling pagbabalik nito, kakailanganin n'yang gampanan ang isang mahalagang papel sa likod ng camera: maging butihing maybahay ng kapwa artista na si Marion Altamirano. Marion Altamiro is one fine man. At dahil sa kasikatan nito, nasa kanya na ang lahat. Halos. Isang eskandalo ang kinasangkutan nito kaya't ang dati'y tinitingala ay tila isang putik ngayon kung tapakan dahil sa pagkakamaling iyon. Saving grace ang teleseryeng pagbibidahan ng dalawang artista dahil ito ang magsasalba sa naghihingalo nilang kasikatan. Kailangan din nilang magpakasal upang maging kapani-paniwala ang chemistry ng mga ito. Hindi magiging madali para sa kanila na pangatawanan ang napagkasunduan; unti-unti na rin kasing mawawala ang boundary sa pagitan ng totohanan at kasinungalingan. All for show pa rin ba na maituturing ang pagsasama nila kung kapwa na silang nahuhulog para sa isa't isa?

Raizel Benitez-Cruz grew up believing that he was bullied by Cornelia Bella Braganza. Mas matanda ito sa kanya ng tatlong taon—kung hindi aasarin at lalaitin, ang palaging ending ng pagtatalo nila ay magpapaka-ate ito sa kanya. Ang palagi pa naman tawag nito sa kanya ay “bata” at “taba.” "Kahit kailan, hindi ko magugustuhan ang babaeng iyon!” So he said. He had enough of her. Kaya ang naging solusyon niya ay sundan ito ng tingin at camera, kunin ang mga failed moments at reactions nito, at gamitin na pang-asar. Hanggang sa hindi niya namamalayan, hanap-hanap niya na ito. Dumating ang araw ng graduation ni Bella. Hindi niya inaasahan na sisisihin siya nito sa mga kamalasan nito sa buhay bago sila maghiwalay ng landas. Walang ideya si Raizel sa mga pinatutungkulan ni Bella. Kaya ipinangako niya sa sarili na kung magkikita ulit sila, ipararanas niya rito kung ano ang malas na dala ng isang Raizel Cruz. Magawa niya kaya ito kung sariling puso na ang kalaban niya?

Simula nang isinilang si Mhelcah ay kadiliman na ang nakikita niya. Paano kapag nakilala niya ang lalaking dahilan ng pagbilis ng tibok ng kanyang puso? Paano niya ito tatanggapin sa buhay niya kong hindi niya ito nakikita. Kaya bang magmahal ng isang bulag? Sa isang lalaking misteryoso para sa kanya. Kilalang masugit, arogante at walang puso si Simon Blake. Sa edad niya ay masasabing isa siya sa mga pinakabata at pinaka matagumpay na businessman sa buong bansa. Kilala siya hindi lang sa Pilipinas kundi sa iba pang panig ng mundo. Ngunit mailap ito sa camera tanging mga staff lang niya sa kumpanya ang nakakakita sa kanya. Isa siya sa kambal na anak ng mag-asawang Luke at Caye. Simula noong bata siya ay napaka tahimik at napakaseryoso niya. Masasabing may pagkamisteryoso ito. Ano ang mangyayari kapag tumibok na ang puso ng isang misteryosong lalaki? Kaya ba niyang ipakita ang tunay niyang pagkatao sa taong mahal niya? Paano ipaglalaban ang pag-ibig na puno ng kasinungalingan?

During the two months that I was away for a competition, my neighbors insulted me in the neighborhood’s common group chat. [The girl living on the ninth floor, you look like a decent girl. Why are you bringing so many men back home every day?] [Can you moan a little softer? I don’t care if you’re a sex worker, but if you keep making loud noises until midnight, don’t blame me for calling the police!] [Don’t call the police yet. I haven’t had my turn. How much are you charging, Charlene?] My heart sank. Before I left for my competition, I had asked my boyfriend, Jacob Smith, to take care of my luxury river-view apartment. That way, he could keep an eye on my expensive paintings. What was happening? I rushed home in confusion, but when I opened the door, I was further dumbfounded. My 3,000-square-foot apartment had been partitioned into 30 rooms. Meanwhile, Jacob’s childhood friend, Prissy Black, was holding a string of keys as she collected rent money. When they saw me, everyone started laughing. “What? Are you here to rent from Prissy after learning that she’s providing cheap rooms in such a pristine location? “Too bad everyone knows that you’re eyeing her boyfriend. You won’t be able to benefit from doing such a thing!” I was extremely furious as I approached Jacob to talk about it. However, he told me that it was Prissy’s dream to be a landlady. He asked me not to pay it any mind and to treat it as doing a good deed. “You’re rich anyway. Don’t be so calculative. Everyone’s happy now, so what’s wrong with that?” The keys tinkled in Prissy’s hand as if they were taunting me. “This house doesn’t welcome stray animals like you. You have yourself to blame for not having such a nice boyfriend.” The two of them acted all lovey-dovey in front of me, and I immediately called the police. “Someone’s trespassing on my property, and my painting that’s worth 15 million dollars has gone missing. What type of punishment would this entail?”

When my husband Joshua dragged his student Linda Moore into our apartment, I didn't even blink—I gave up the bed. Last time, it'd been pouring when he showed up with her in the middle of the night. Told me to crash on the floor with my daughter Mia and gave Linda the bed like it was nothing. I lost it. Fought with him, snapped at her. She bolted, slipped into a ditch, and supposedly drowned. Joshua said nothing. Then, one night, with the storm going wild outside, he pried open a manhole and dumped me and Mia in like trash. "Linda's my mentor's daughter. She's dead—how am I supposed to face him? You two can apologize yourselves." We didn't even get to scream before that freezing, disgusting water swallowed us whole. Turns out, Linda faked the whole thing. Just a twisted joke to punish me. Joshua moved her in right after, like nothing happened. Now, thunder cracked again as the door opened—and there he was, Linda right behind him.

A one night stand with a complete stranger turned out to be a one night stand with her ex's uncle. Regardless of this they couldn't stop their burning desires for each other. It felt so wrong yet so right, but nothing right comes easy, or does it? "Do I frighten you?" He asked with raised eyebrows. The grin he was trying to hide was loud enough to tell he knew the answer to that question. "Do I make you wet?" He asks when I say nothing but tremble under his touch. He was a lot to resist and I hated I couldn't just satisfy my burning desire to feel him inside me again. I shake my head when I couldn't muster the composure to utter a single word. In the blink of an eye, his hands were on my thighs sliding up to my panties. I gasp when his fingers press on the lace fabric, rubbing on the moistened area. My lips betray me for a soft moan and I shamelessly move on his fingers for more pleasure. "Bad. Bad liar." He whispers into my ear . . .