Charlie The Santa Clause

Eighteen year-old Bryle Cassius Muerte is a trouble-maker and reigning King of Jerks at Fleur University. Baliw lang daw ang magkakagusto dito dahil sa sama ng ugali ng lalaki. Tamang-tama namang ipinaganak na yatang siraulo si Geneveva "Bebang" Dela Fuente. Siguro dahil sa sobrang pang-aaping naranasan niya kamay ng Tita Pots niya, lumuwag na yata ang turnilyo niya sa utak. "Hindi siya Prince Charming, Bebs! Diyos ko, demonyo 'yang lalaking 'yan," protesta ng kaibigan niyang si Luna. Ayaw nito kay Bryle para sa kanya. Napangisi siya, ngising baliw. Eh, ano naman? Hindi rin naman siya santa santita. Bagay na bagay sila ni Bryle kung ganoon. Pero gustuhin pa kaya niya si Bryle 'pag nalaman niya ang misteryong bumabalot sa pagkatao nito? Because Bryle keeps a dark secret, so dark even real monsters shakes in fear.

Beaten PathsOne horrific mistake…After a near-fatal accident, Sarah Adams was left hospitalized and faced months of grueling surgery and rehab—alone.One chance encounter…Charlie Burin walked in when the rest of the world walked out. He refused to let her quit, vowing to hold her up until she could stand on her own.One unexpected twist…When a new obstacle arises, can two people who have been through hell keep fighting for love when the odds are stacked against them?Gravel RoadDefined by the land we grew up on, Mason Belle, Texas, wrote our story. And then it tore out the pages.Six years later, Miranda had managed to slip away again. But this time, I refused to let her run.Small-town, high school sweethearts were torn apart by tragedy. Six years later, will this cowboy wrangle his girl in a second-chance romance that will leave you breathless for more?The Journey Collection is created by Stephie Walls, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

La neuvième année de notre relation, le père de Cédric est mort. La première clause de son testament ordonnait à Cédric de concevoir un enfant avec Mireille. Et le jour où cet enfant fêterait son premier mois, Cédric hériterait. Comment je l'ai su ? C'était Cédric lui-même qui me l'avait avoué, alors que je les surprenais, enlacés dans notre lit ! Ce soir-là, une cigarette entre les doigts, la voix encore rauque après l'amour, il m'avait murmuré : « Aude… attends un peu. Dès que l'héritage sera à moi, je t'épouserai. » Depuis, chaque fois que Cédric recevait Mireille chez nous, il accrochait une guirlande de clochettes à la porte. Depuis la mort de son père, ces clochettes ont tinté quatre-vingt-dix-neuf fois.

Después de cinco años de relación, mi novio, abogado, canceló nuestra boda… ¡52 veces! La primera vez, me dejó plantada en la playa porque su pasante —una joven que trabajaba con él en el bufete— cometió un error llenando unos formularios, y él volvió corriendo a la oficina. La segunda, justo cuando estábamos por casarnos, se enteró de que otro abogado estaba haciendo pasar un mal rato a la misma pasante y se fue a «ayudarla», dejándome sola ante las risas de todos los invitados. Desde entonces, no importaba cuándo planeáramos la boda, ella siempre tenía un nuevo problema urgente que lo requería. Hasta que un día, me harté. Con el corazón roto pero la frente en alto, decidí terminar con todo. Y ese día que me fui de Santa Lucía del Valle… Él se volvió loco, buscándome por toda la ciudad.

Antonio 'Tony' Santa De Leones. The CIA's black sheep. Foul mouthed. Rude. Known for his penchant for pretty little things. A weakness, they said. But Tony beg to differ. Suspended and very bitter. He flies to Italy. Spends one night drowning his regrets in the arms of a beautiful stranger. A man. A mistake? No. Not a mistake. Then, Tony's past comes knocking. His real past. The CIA found out, that he came from a long line of Mafia royalty. Also a black sheep to that family. The CIA wants him to go undercover in the very mafia he was born into—the family that disowned him. The legacy he buried. And their bait? Reinstate his rank. Reclaim his pride. And what will he get in turn? A chance to burn his bloodline from the inside. But nothing could prepare him for what he finds out. The mysterious one night stand? His name was Angel. The prized possession of a rival mafia leader. And the key to everything. Tony should just act. Use Angel how he see fit. Then discard him. But he's already addicted. Obsessed. And in the criminal underworld where loyalty is a lie and love is a weakness? Obsession can be deadly.

Step into the shadows where the lines between right and wrong blur into pure, pulsing pleasure… The **Raw Ecstasy Chronicles** is a sinful collection of standalone taboo erotica that dares to explore the most forbidden desires. Each scorching book drags you into a world where age gaps burn hotter, family ties twist into obsession, sacred vows shatter under lust, and power imbalances ignite the filthiest surrender. From a naughty mall elf on Santa’s lap to a grieving stepdaughter claimed in her childhood bed… from a devout parishioner tasting heaven between a nun’s thighs to a captive mafia princess spit-roasted as payment… every story drips with heart-pounding risk, breathless tension, and raw, unfiltered ecstasy. These are the lovers society condemns, the touches no one should crave, the secrets that could destroy everything—yet feel so damn good they’ll ruin you in the best way. If you’ve ever fantasized about the one person you’re not supposed to want… If “we shouldn’t” only makes you wetter… If forbidden feels like freedom… Welcome to the **Raw Ecstasy Chronicles**. One taboo at a time, we’ll set your fantasies on fire. Warning: Extremely explicit. 18+ only. Proceed at your own delicious risk.

Daisy is a normal girl in the modern world. When she lost consciousness due to a traffic accident, she dreamed that she went to Mighty Era. Mighty Era is a rich kingdom in the period when feudalism was flourishing. However, underneath the outward prosperity is the struggle between the royal forces to compete for the throne. The king has no heirs, and poor health. He tries to keep the throne among the Royals with remedies and a kind of Royal bloodline. All of the Aristocrats are only thinking for themselves, opening a picture of the royal ceremony, but the inner bond has completely rotted. Daisy got off to a bad start. Daisy is a normal girl, without any talent to use in Mighty Era. She even can not speak Mighty Era's languages. Her appearance is not appreciated in Mighty Era even though in the modern world she is considered a beautiful girl. Daisy even nearly lost her life for being suspected of being a spy. She must study hard and live cautiously. Daisy is forced to marry Charlie Aristocrat for saving her life. If Daisy can back home or just be a chessman in Mighty Era? The answers are in this story.

A centuries old tale of a woman who grants wishes to lonely souls haunts the mind of the new generation. Charlie Peddington is a broke, aspiring writer who wishes to write and publish her very first novel that would blow the minds of every reader she could imagine. She spends her time struggling in between master classes and in being a ghost writer to any student needing her service. As part of her final project, she's tasked to write the most out of this world story she could ever come up, with the possibility of being introduced to a well-known publisher courtesy of her mentor. But how does she make her story excel amongst the new generation of creators? Until an unfortunate event brought her to the life of a mysterious woman who rescued her one night. Her curiosity got the best of her, that when she learned of her identity, she realizes she could no longer turn her back against the things that she is about to discover. How will she fare against a half jinni, half witch who has lived for hundreds of centuries filled with the most out of this world stories she can ever imagine?

[...]“Eleonor is my wife. She's mine, whether it's to love her, hate her… make her moan, or make her life miserable. She's mine, and mine alone.”[...] ㅤ Because of James Evans debt at Serendipity Casino, he's forced to accept the proposal of the mysterious Mr. Reviello, a mobster of questionable reputation. To pay off the debt, his daughter Emily must marry Mr. Reviello, the current leader of the household. However, she's fragile and would not endure that lifestyle. Therefore, the Evans family decides to trick Mr. Reviello and send the eldest daughter, Eleonor, to marry in Emily's place. ㅤ Humiliated at the altar, Eleonor spends two years without meeting her husband, cultivating a deep hatred for him. But everything changes when she has a casual night with a man she met at the club. That man is none other than her husband. Because of the breach of the infidelity clause, Eleonor is forced to enter a mental game with Reviello, in an intense relationship where he likes to dominate and be in control, and she doesn't like to obey. Until hate becomes love. ㅤ However, her identity as the wrong bride remains a secret. At least that's what she believes. After all, Giovanni Reviello also has his own secrets. ㅤ(+18 ONLY)

As she collapsed to the floor, she swore that Andrei would die at her hand. Eight years later, she reinvented herself and became his assistant. "You put something In my drink?" He asked incredulously. "Yes, I did Andrei. You thought you could kill my father and go scot-free right?. Well, karma is a bitch, isn't it?. You sent my father to jail for a crime he did not commit and he died in prison because of you. Now you know how it feels to lose everything including your life Andrei. "You're wrong Selena. I'm not an opponent that can be killed easily. I rule this game you think you are playing Selena " he hissed darkly. He smirked suddenly. "There's this special clause in my company rules which say if I were to marry anyone who owned shares in my company then their shares become automatically mine, did you forget to read that all the while you worked here" "You must be out of your mind. I will never marry you in this world or the next" she fired hotly. "It's not up to you anymore Selena Martinez, I always get what I want and as you might have noticed, I go the extra mile to get what I fucking want," he whispered darkly...