Circle Maker Mga Nobela at Kwento

My fiancé, Luca, dragged me along to a party with his crew. We had barely walked through the door before his boys were hounding him to play "Seven Minutes in Heaven." "Angelina, babe, come join us!" Fiona, Luca’s "best friend" from back home, called out to me with a smirk. I shook my head and slipped onto a barstool, my fingers nervously tracing the rim of my glass. I watched them huddle in a circle, drawing cigar bands with names scribbled on them. Luca drew Fiona. They shared a laugh before disappearing into the storage room behind the bar. "Seven minutes! Starting... now!" someone hollered, followed by a chorus of whistles. But seven minutes came and went. The door stayed shut. Ten minutes. Fifteen. Twenty... I finally stood up, my heart hammering against my ribs, ready to see what was going on. Just then, I heard Luca’s friends whispering in a thick Sicilian dialect. "This American guy... her head is greener than a lemon tree in Palermo and she doesn’t even know it." "I bet Luca and Fiona are having the time of their lives in there right now." "Poor Boston girl. Look at her, sitting there like a loyal little dog. Hilarious." I froze. My blood turned to ice, and the air felt too thin to breathe. Suddenly, the storage room door creaked open. Luca walked out, wiping sweat from his brow, followed closely by Fiona, who was busy smoothing out her rumpled shirt. "Whoa, how was it? Seven minutes in heaven live up to the hype?" someone teased. Luca smirked, his eyes glazed with satisfaction. "Better. I didn't want to leave."

I went through surgery at the hospital 99 times because of my boyfriend's fetish. He promised to marry me after the 100th round. I was filled with joy when the final procedure was finished. This was our 100th round of intimacy, and I wanted to give Chad Simmons an unforgettable night. I quietly pushed open the doors of our villa. I heard laughter coming from inside the house and my name being mentioned. It made me pause in my step. "You've got the most high-end social butterfly of the upper social circle wrapped around your little finger, Chad. She's really stupid enough to believe that you'll marry her. "Will she go mad when she finds out that she isn't your bride half a month from now? Will she get her old lovers to destroy your company?" Chad took a puff of his cigarette and said with a smile, "She would never dare to do something like that. I have videos of her sleeping with 99 men. If she does anything to me, I'll post those videos online and make her famous." "You're incredible, Chad! She probably has no idea that she slept with a bunch of old men instead of you!" Everyone started heaping praises on how impressive Chad was. I was stunned. No wonder Chad fed me a glass of milk every time before we slept together. It was to keep me from resisting. I tore up my surgery report and turned to leave. Since I was not his bride, I would make his wishes come true and marry someone else.

They tried to erase her. She survived. Raised in a place designed to break children, she grows up learning one rule above all else: endure quietly. Hunger is discipline. Pain is routine. Obedience is survival. She doesn’t know her real name, her family, or why certain men with clean shoes and cold eyes always seem to be watching. Until the night she runs. Bleeding, hunted, and half-dead, she escapes an institution that was never meant to let her live past usefulness. What she doesn’t know is that the symbol burned into her skin isn’t a punishment it’s a claim. A mark left by a powerful underground network that doesn’t lose what it owns. Her collapse brings her into the path of three brothers who rule the city’s shadows men whose wealth buys silence, whose violence is surgical, and whose loyalty to blood is absolute. At first, she’s just another wounded stranger pulled from the streets. Then one brother recognizes the mark. And everything changes. Because years ago, the brothers tried to dismantle a trafficking empire known only as The Circle. They thought it was gone. They were wrong. The girl they saved isn’t a random survivor she’s a missing investment. A living mistake The Circle intends to reclaim. As fragments of her past surface, a terrifying truth emerges: she wasn’t abandoned as a child. She was stolen. Trained. Conditioned. And when she escaped, she didn’t just save herself she reignited a war. Hunted by a network that erases people without a trace, and protected by men who don’t lose once they claim something as theirs, she must decide whether she’ll keep running… or turn and burn everything that tried to own her.

“Denying me the privilege to taste your body is a death sentence I refuse to accept, especially since all I want is to consume you, all of you till there’s nothing left, Lady bug”… ~   Rhea Hale has spent the last four years paying for a crime she never committed. Blamed for her twin sister’s death and forced to live in the shadow of the girl everyone loved more, Rhea has become an expert at surviving heartbreak, whispers, and loneliness. The only thing keeping her together is the small circle of people who still believe in her innocence. Until the night she catches her boyfriend cheating with her best friend. Humiliated and desperate for a fresh start, Rhea heads to Westbridge University determined to keep her head down and make it through the year unnoticed. That plan is ruined the moment she’s forced to share a dorm with Zander Cole—the university’s hockey captain. Grey-eyed menace with a reputation as cold as the ice he dominates. Zander doesn’t do attachments, and he definitely doesn’t do broken girls. But when his bad reputation threatens his hockey future, he proposes a deal that could save them both: Fake date him for six months, help repair his image, and in return, he’ll make sure no one touches her… well, except him. It should have been simple. Except pretending quickly turns dangerous when stolen kisses become addictive, jealousy turns possessive, and the boy who was supposed to protect her becomes the only one capable of completely ruining her. In a story filled with lies, betrayal, and buried truths, Rhea is about to discover that some secrets were never meant to stay hidden...

Candice Harper’s world shatters when her mother remarries billionaire Sanna d’Agostino just weeks after divorcing her beloved father. Uprooted from New York to a glittering Los Angeles mansion, the 17-year-old senior vows to endure one year of this gilded cage before escaping to college—and freedom. But freedom becomes a distant dream the moment she locks eyes with her new stepbrother: Mantovani d’Agostino, the infamous mafia underboss hiding behind a polished facade of wealth. Mantovani is a storm wrapped in control—ruthless, volatile, and haunted by a darkness he refuses to name. Ordered by his father to play English teacher at Candice’s elite academy while hunting the sheriff dismantling their empire, he plans to despise the innocent girl invading his world. One glance at her fragile beauty among the lilies, however, ignites a forbidden fire he can’t extinguish. She’s off-limits. She’s, his stepsister. Yet every shared breath in their opulent prison tightens the noose of desire around his throat. As Candice navigates a life of bodyguards, paparazzi, and a mother obsessed with status, she’s drawn to the brooding enigma who fleas from her presence yet watches her like she’s prey. Strange midnight visits, heated glances, and whispered commands blur the line between protection and possession. Mantovani fights to bury his hunger, but the mafia’s shadows creep closer—enemies circle, secrets unravel, and a single misstep could destroy them both. In a world where loyalty is blood and love is a death sentence, Candice and Mantovani must choose to surrender to the inferno threatening to consume them… or burn the empire down trying to resist.

"I'll do anything!" she pleads, grabbing my hands. "I'll do anything. Just let him go. He made a mistake." "That's not an excuse. It was a costly mistake." "Please. I'll do anything you want. Anything at all." I let the silence hang in the air between us as I think carefully, my eyes drawn to how firm and full her tits are. "Anything, princess?" She lets go of my hands and straightens, raising her chin. I watch as she swallows nervously. "Y-Yes. Anything at all." I raise my fingers to her face, smearing my thumbs with her tears. I trail them down her strong jaw, to her throat, over the small hollow between her collarbones, the skin of her chest, stopping between her tits. I circle the spot quietly while she holds her breath, perhaps in anticipation. "Would you let me fuck you, Titania?" — Feisty, yet innocent Titania Williams is best known for being at the wrong place at the wrong time, and this time she's getting more than she bargained for. When her dear Uncle Patrick betrays one of the most powerful Mafia Lords in New York, Kristoff Stavkros, Titania is caught unexpectedly in the underworld web of crimes and deceit. To save her uncle's life, she makes Kristoff an offer. She'll be his for a month. Thirty days, he owns her body. Stupid, right? But Titania plays by the rules. But how can she come out victorious when Kristoff keeps changing the rules and is hell-bent on making her his forever?

When Ariella Quell awakens after six centuries in cryostasis on the alien world of New Nova, her memories are fragments—a fortune teller's prophecy, a nightclub called Le Glow, and green eyes like shattered starlight. The devastating truth: she and Prince Costa have been awakened and memory-wiped three times over 600 years, their love deemed too dangerous to exist. Ariella believes she's human until her abilities awaken, revealing the truth—she's a hybrid, daughter of the long-lost Princess Celeste of Solmere. Her very existence threatens the rigid separation between humans and Novans that keeps the ruling Council in power. When Costa awakens, their incomplete soul bond—interrupted during an ancient binding ritual—begins reasserting itself. As they flee through Voidhaven's impossible architecture to complete what was begun centuries ago, they discover their love story was never just about them. They were meant to be living proof that the two species could evolve together. But Lord Vexan and the Inner Circle will stop at nothing to maintain the separation that preserves their power. As Ariella's royal heritage is revealed and her hybrid abilities fully manifest, she and Costa must complete their binding ritual in the mystical Nexus—the same place where they were torn apart. Their love has survived 600 years of imprisonment, three memory wipes, and the collapse of civilizations. Now, as ancient networks reawaken across New Nova, their completed bond threatens to change not just their world, but the very nature of what it means to be human—or alien. A sweeping alien romance about love that transcends time, species, and the forces determined to keep them apart. Perfect for fans of alien romance, fated mates, and epic love stories that span centuries.

After being accepted into Doctors Without Borders, I handed over the position of Chief at the capital’s hospital to Elaine Brown. My best friend frowned at me. "You’re destroying any chance of a future with Jeffrey if you go.” I gave him a faint smile. "I'm just returning him to the woman he's always had in his heart." In my previous life, Jeffrey Carter and I were the infamous bickering couple everyone in our circle knew to avoid. He resented me for refusing to replace Elaine when she applied to join Doctors Without Borders. She later caught an infection and died on the job. I resented him for his hypocrisy. If he loved Elaine so much, why did he agree to my parents' demands to care for me for the rest of our lives? We spent seven years of marriage together, yet the best we ever wished for each other was a miserable death. However, amid the gunfire and chaos on the battlefield, he used his last ounce of strength to shield me completely when his heart was pierced by a bullet. "I've arranged for someone to meet you. Once the sweep ends, run. You must survive!" he whispered, his voice fading. "I'll protect you fully in this life… and in the next, we’ll never meet. "Elaine, I'm doing this for you." However, the bomb dropped from above gave us no chance to escape, and we were both annihilated. When I opened my eyes, I had returned to the eve of our wedding. Jeffrey… In this life, I would fulfill your wish.

I'd barely been welcomed back into the inner circle when the fake heir tried to pull me into his little crew. The other rich kids, of course, couldn't resist messing with me. They pushed me to smoke and drink, treating me like some obedient stooge. I was pissed—steam practically coming out of my ears. He, meanwhile, put on this innocent act and said, "Hey, go easy on my brother. He just moved back from the middle of nowhere and doesn't know how things work around here. I'll take this one for him." Everyone ate up his "loyalty," and just like that, my reputation as some clueless hick was sealed. That day, he was set on dragging me to another rich-kid party. I was about to put my foot down when, out of nowhere, the steward from one of the capital's old-money families showed up at our door. He said it was a special order from the lady's father—an extravagant gift. My parents' faces lit up instantly. They clapped the fake heir on the shoulder, practically glowing with pride. "Ryan, you've made us proud! Looks like Sophia's family is more than pleased with you. This engagement—well, it's as good as done!" Ryan straightened his tie with practiced charm, shooting me a smug, taunting look. But when I glanced at the label on the gift box, I couldn't help but laugh. Every new hire at Harrington Group gets the same welcome package. If the Chairman of Harrington Group knew someone was mistaking it for an engagement gift for his daughter, he'd be furious enough to lose sleep.

Blair is the wild child of a successful IT developer and a perfectionist socialist mother. Everyone in their circle has their life designed for them except Blair, who even in college didn’t know what she wanted to be. A one night stand leaves her pregnant, and she finds out the father is not who he seems to be. It was supposed to be one night for Alpha Lucian, he didn’t even bother asking for her name but he couldn’t get her out of his mind and he plans on keeping her by his side, no matter what it takes. When he finds out she is having his child, it just makes his ploy easier. But he should know, what you see is not what you get when it comes to people. And maybe her small town of rich socialists have more to it than what meets the eye. They certainly have skeletons in their closets. Just how scary are they? EXCERPT: “This is your fucking fault!” I scream at the suited man standing in front of me. I would normally pride myself with being a level headed person. His little amused smile on the other hands makes me want to tear through his skin until there is nothing but bones. “I never wanted any of this. I don’t want you, get that through your thick skull.” He takes a step forward and all the other colorful words I planned to haul at him disappear from my brain. This, this is exactly why I can’t stand the man! He is insufferable and I hate that I want him so much. My body aches with the need whenever he is near. “Why don’t you repeat that? Directly to my face.”