Chris Sturniolo Middle Name

There is a much more inferior position in the Ruber pack than that of an Omega. It’s reserved for those not worth of anything. Yes, that’s me, the nameless girl. No rights, no roots, no identity, not even worthy of a name. No one knows where I came from, if they do, they don’t talk about it. I am a worthless, good for nothing slave Beta Diana took over when no one came forward to claim. That’s what they think, but they are wrong. From the depths of my soul, I know that I’m worthy of so much more than this. Just wait until they see my wolf, then they will know that the nameless girl is not so nameless…. Secrets and bonds under the moonlight

   Nang dahil sa kahirapan at mga hindi inaasahang pangyayari, isa lamang ang maaaring puntahan ni Serenity Mendez–kulungan o simbahan. Makukulong siya kung hindi niya mababayaran ang kanyang mga utang at ito ang pinakaayaw niyang mangyari kahit gumuho man ang mundo. Paano na lang ang kanyang kapatid na may malubhang sakit? Kaya naman, wala siyang ibang nagawa kundi ang pumayag na magpakasal kay Sage Christensen, ang apo at tagapagmana ng kanyang matandang boss, kapalit ng hindi matutumbasang halaga. Pero hindi niya ito basta-bastang makukuha. Kailangan niyang tuparin ang nag-iisang kondisyon ng kanyang pinirmahang kontrata–ang bigyan ng apo sa tuhod ang matandang boss.       Ngunit paano niya lalapitan ang isang malamig at masungit na si Sage kung sa tuwing magkatinginan lang sila ay tila ba gusto siyang balatan nito ng buhay? Ang mas malala pa ay napapansin niyang nandidiri itong mapalapit sa kanya na para bang may nakakahawa siyang sakit. Dahil dito, palaging nauuwi sa away ang kanilang bawat pagtatagpo. Matutupad kaya niya ang nasasabing kondisyon? O mauuwi sila sa diborsyo?     "How much did that old man pay you? I'll triple it, just fucking disappear from my life, Serene." - Sage Christensen           

On Christmas Day, eight months pregnant, I struggled through the kitchen,cooking for my husband and his secretary. When I finally sat down, hoping to taste a piece of turkey I didn’t even get during Thanksgiving, my husband shoved me aside like I was nothing. He slid the turkey in front of his secretary instead. “Alison,you’re already so fat. Stop eating. Let Daisy have it—she deserves to enjoy your cooking.” Daisy，chewing on the turkey I had painstakingly prepared, had the audacity to mock me under the guise of playing truth or dare with my child. “So, what do you think your mom looks like?” “Mommy looks like a fat pig on a farm!” “Her stretch marks? They’re like disgusting worms crawling all over her. Even Santa would run for his life!” Their laughter erupted like daggers piercing me from all sides. Humiliation and rage burned through me as my dignity was stripped bare. I demanded an apology from that vile woman, but my husband—my husband!—turned his cold, cruel face toward me and said, “Get out of here.” Pregnant, exhausted, and humiliated, I stood there in shock. Then I snapped. I grabbed the Christmas cake and turkey and threw them in the trash. I walked out without looking back. This wretched family doesn’t deserve a second of my effort or a single ounce of my love!

When Samantha's best friend sets her up on a blind date, she expects a prince charming. Instead, she meets Julian, the rudest man alive.

Jace Steadman. My best friend’s father. Older. Controlled. Quiet in a way that makes my pulse stutter. A man who never looks twice at anyone… Except this time, he looked at me. One glance at my ruined makeup and shaking breath, and suddenly he felt too close. Too warm. Too dangerous. His voice was gentle when everyone else had been cruel. And when he sat beside me beneath the glow of the fire, I felt something I hadn’t felt in years: Wanted. Not sweetly. Not politely. But with a quiet, restrained hunger that made my heart slam against my ribs. To distract me from the pain—and to stop himself from touching me—we made a game of it: Twelve days. Twelve dares. No rules… except the ones we couldn’t stop breaking. A whispered challenge in the dark became a dare. A dare became a touch that lingered too long. A touch became a pull neither of us knew how to resist. He shouldn’t crave me. I shouldn’t crave him back. But the more we tried to stay respectable, the more our restraint fell apart. The lodge turned into a minefield of temptation—Christmas lights, stolen glances, near-kisses that burned hotter than the fire. Jace wasn’t just a man I wanted. He became the man I couldn’t stop fighting—and falling—for. If anyone finds out, my life falls apart. His reputation shatters. Everything explodes. But desire doesn’t care about consequences. And this Christmas, I’m done being careful. Done being quiet. Done pretending I don’t want the man who looks at me like I’m the first real taste of life he’s had in years. Twelve days. Twelve dares. One forbidden man I can’t walk away from… even if he ruins me.

"Looks like you've started a game, little cat." When Brielle Rivera plans a wild Halloween surprise for her boyfriend, she expects a night of fun, chaos, and bad decisions. What she doesn’t expect is to end up on top of the wrong man. To worsen it, this wrong man is Dante Moretti. Dante Moretti was a rich dangerous Mafia whose family was rumored to he involved in all sorts of crime and danger. And from that night, it seemed Brielle’s entire life falls apart. Worst of all, Dante isn’t letting her go.

Hi there…. Looking for the perfect book to enjoy your Christmas holiday? All I want for Christmas is my ex husbands identical twin brother gat you covered. I’ll advice you follow up so as to feel the holiday spirit that comes with the book. And don’t you worry, I update 4 times daily… so I’ve gat you covered. And for my Muslim readers, just enjoy the book for the exciting events my love. Dive into Lisa’s world, filled with unexpected crazy decisions, fascinating storyline and exciting events. All Lisa ever wanted was to be loved. Ripped of family love, Lisa grows dreaming of the perfect man who’ll bring the world to her.. a man who was nothing like her father. She marries Adrian 2 days to Christmas a year ago, who she believed loved her but when she discovers he was engaged behind her back to Monica, he drops the divorce papers and forces her to sign them, taking everything he had ever given to her. Broken and devastated…. desperate to have her husband back, she takes a wild step that changes her life for good? Or maybe for the worse. Will her decision take away Brian, Adrian’s identical twin who decided to fake date her to get back at his brother. And Monica…. What is her real intention, who exactly is she to Lisa and why does she want Lisa’s downfall. Let’s watch out….

I thought Christmas had already broken me. Betrayal, loss, and a miscarriage that shattered everything I’d built. So I did the only reckless thing a heart in ruins could do: closed my eyes, jabbed a finger at a map, and bought a ticket to wherever it landed. No plan. No hope. Just a wounded heart running from the wreckage. I wanted quiet. Snow. A place to breathe and heal. I found him instead. A man who feels too wild for this world, all heat and muscle and dark, hungry eyes. He kisses like he’s claiming something. Touches like he’s learning every secret my body holds. His strength borders on impossible. His presence, addictive. He calls me his naughty little Christmas gift. And every time he drags his mouth down my throat, I forget every reason I had to stay guarded. But the deeper I fall, the stranger things become. The room around him feels alive. The night listens when he speaks. His eyes flash with an animal glow that shouldn’t exist, and the sound he makes when he’s holding back, low, guttural, trembling the air between us doesn’t belong to any man. I should run. Ask questions. Save myself. But I’m far too gone. Even willing to be ruined by whatever he is. So I ignore the question whether I’m losing my mind, or whether the fear curling beneath the heat is real. And let him keep unwrapping me like the gift he thinks I am. Because whatever lives inside him…it’s the first thing that’s made me feel alive again.

"Do you know what would happen if your daughter finds me naked in your bed?" I trail my fingers along his hard chest, not breaking the gaze. "Mmm." He hums, his hand gripping my waist tighter. I gasp, arching my back. "Tell me all about it," he mumbles against my ear, "while I drive my cock deep into that waiting cunt of yours." ..... Juniper was used to lonely Christmas holidays in her little apartment, but everything changes when her best friend invites her to spend the holidays with her family. When she agrees to do it, she gets way more than she bargained for, especially her best friend's brooding but irresistible father... Dante. Now, she must fight her complex feelings for Dante, knowing that it was forbidden to have anything to do with him. But when he has sworn to taint her innocence with his possessive charm, how long until she gives in to his darkness? Secrets will be revealed, relationships will falter, and the body will be tempted. How will Juniper navigate all of this while still trying to keep the magic of Christmas alive?

I despised Dante Moretti long before he slid that ring onto my finger. Arrogant. Controlling. The kind of boss who could ruin my day with a single clipped order. I hated the way he spoke to me. I hated the way he watched me more. But walking into my hometown with his ring and watching my ex-husband’s face drain of color felt wickedly perfect. The elders wanted to see real love before selling their land. So Dante and I lied. We played the sweet couple. Except Dante didn’t touch me like a man pretending. At the Christmas market, his hand slid down my spine and stopped right where it shouldn’t. At dinner, he whispered against my ear, “If he’s watching, spread your legs a little. Let him see who owns you now.” I should have slapped him. Instead, my body answered him before I could breathe. He kissed my temple too slow and held my waist too tight. When the lights dimmed, he murmured, “Open for me.” “Keep your eyes on me.” “I want you shaking for me, not for him.” Somewhere between hating him and wanting him to wreck me, everything blurred. Because the man who barked orders in boardrooms had me whispering his name in the dark, Christmas lights flickering over his bare shoulders while he swallowed every sound I made. My ex wanted me broken. Dante wanted me ruined, but only beneath him. And the worst part was how easily I let him. Santa didn’t bring me a miracle. He gave me a sin in a three piece suit and I tore the wrapping off with trembling hands.