Daydream A Novel

Laila, a girl sleeping alone is haunted by a voice. A dark, manipulative voice of a man. That voice petrifies the girl in her sleep. As if the voice were touching her in a place no one touched before. Blaze deVile is a werewolf under his mask. He works as a lecture, just to make his intention of a certain girl can go smoothly. Blaze deVile being a devil himself haunts the life of a human girl, called Laila.

Matteo Imperial,a drop dead gorgeous billionaire. One of the most eligible bachelors of the country. But behind those charming looks that could make anyone easily fall for him; is a ruthless business man that everyone is afraid of. He is a womanizing jerk who promised himself not to tie the knot. He sees girls as merely toys that could warm his bed and he could dispose of after using. But looks like karma has its own way to play with him; when a beautiful woman that has a pair of mesmerizing blue eyes and a strange outfit that suddenly caught his attention with just a glance.  He never felt the desire to own someone before, but in just one glance. . . He felt like he suddenly got bewitched.  He fell and drowned just like that, too deep that he couldn’t see the bottom of it. Drunk and Desire then that mind blowing night happened. But the next morning, he woke up, with an empty space beside him. Nang magising siya ay wala na ang misteryosang babaeng iyon na para bang isang panaginip lamang ang lahat. That strange woman who stole his sanity is nowhere to be found. A thing that no one dared to do, not with the infamous Matteo Imperial. But what if fate decided to play with the Matteo again?  After not being able to forget that night, that woman whom he never knew who, yet wouldn’t leave his mind, showed up again, 5 years later. Muli niya itong nakita sa hindi inaasahang lugar at pagkakataon. A woman who has different eyes but the exact same face as hers. And she drives him insane the same way that woman did. And worse is she claims to be a completely different person, her twin sister. Or is she?

Ibinenta ni Alathea "Thea" Fermin ang kanyang sarili sa isang secret pornsite para sa operasyon ng kanyang Lola na nagpalaki sa kanya. Isang nagngangalang Elijah Moretti ang nakatalik niya at umangkin sa kanya. Huli na nang nalaman niyang miyembro pala ito ng kinatatakutang Mafia sa bansa.

Jasmine never wanted the kind of relationship her parents had, but when her husband cheated on her with his own cousin, ruining her social life and everything she had worked for, she had no choice but to strike a deal with the devil—revenge in exchange for her soul. TRIGGER WARNING: Intended for a mature audience. This story delves into themes of sex, violence, and an obsessive partner. It starts off deceptively vanilla, but quickly takes a dark turn. If you think you’re strong enough to handle it, keep reading. If you are weak-minded, proceed with caution—this may push you past your limits. Only continue if you’re ready to face the unrelenting darkness within.

The words echoed, a promise she wore like a blindfold. “Give me a chance to prove to you that love is beautiful.” Kensington Darley had believed him. At twenty-six, she was the beautiful, trusting daughter of a gilded cage, and she had willingly traded her own life’s map for the one drawn by her boyfriend. His choices became her destiny; his whispered needs, her sacred law. Until the moment his love demanded her degradation. He didn't ask her to empty a savings account. He didn't ask her to sell the family jewels. He asked for her body, for her dignity, to be sold piece by devastating piece. The debt. It was a cold, unforgiving beast, and the only currency powerful enough to silence it was Kensington's unwilling performance in front of a camera. Every forced smile, every feigned moan, was a knife-edge decision she made in the name of love. She despised the spotlights, the sterile sets, the shame that clung to her like cheap perfume—but she did it. Because she loved him. But as she watches the man she is saving—the man who allowed her to be lost—a single, poisonous question begins to bloom in the darkness of her despair: Does he love her back? If the answer is no, what becomes of a woman who has sacrificed everything for a lie? And how will Kensington Darley ever learn to trust a single word, let alone love, again?

Two years into my marriage with Don Dante, my ex came back. Julian, the man who shattered my heart five years ago. He announced he was getting engaged. And he wanted me as his mistress. "I know I hurt you," he said. "My family looks down on mob ties. It was never going to work. But now? I'm marrying Tiffany. I'm taking over the family empire. I can finally afford to keep you." I just sneered at him. "Did it ever occur to you that I might be married?" He scoffed. "What decent family would have you? The daughter of a mob underboss? Don't be ridiculous." His arrogance made me sick. When I refused, he slapped a black card on the table. Told me to buy whatever I wanted. He said he'd pick me up next week. That we could spend every weekend tangled up in his bed. I spat on the floor at his feet. "Get him out," I told my guard. "And take his trash with him." He didn't get it. Not then. But he would. The moment he found out who I married. I didn't just marry anyone. I married the king of the Chicago underworld. A man he could never touch. And when he finally figured it out, he lost his goddamn mind.

Studying abroad can be incredibly lonely at times. That night, I was in my room, indulging in a little treat for myself, when my best friend suddenly burst through the door. "Doing it yourself is no fun. Come on. There's a super cool cabaret show going on. Let's go see it together!" On stage, my friend was reclining in a chair behind the curtain, with two strong-looking men on top of her. "Come on. Join us for a group dance..."

After being chosen by a horror game, I took over a food stall in a small town. A ghoul tried to eat me, his huge, bloody mouth a gaping maw, but I quickly shoved a focaccia sandwich into it. He chewed and then said, “Oh, forget it. With food to eat, I’ll kill her tomorrow.” The next day, I made delicious pierogies, then skewers and stews. All the ghouls who stopped by gave up on trying to kill me, focusing on eating instead. The audience watching me was shocked that I could survive all the way to the end with just my cooking.

In the third year of our marriage, my wife’s ex-boyfriend of eight years suddenly posted a picture on social media showing off a multi-million-dollar wedding house. His caption read: “Wow, got myself a huge villa, I’m the master of charming women!” I stared in shock at the picture, which showed my wife swiping her card at a sales office, and left a single comment: "?" A second later, my wife called to scold me. “I was just fulfilling a promise I made to him back when we were dating, buying him a house. Why are you getting mad at him?” “What? Are you really going to be so vicious as to force me to break my word?” That evening, her ex showed off another lavish post, this time flaunting a renovation bill worth hundreds of thousands. I knew it was a gift from my wife to please him. But by then, I no longer cared.

The first time I met Alessio Russo I was eighteen. He’d barged into my room. I yelled. He yelled. We argued. I slammed the door into the jerk’s face. Then I discovered that the drool-worthy prick was my best friend’s oldest brother -- who had connections to Cassio King and the mafia. The freaking mafia! The second time I saw him was at his mother’s funeral. He didn’t seem to recognize me. Or so I thought until we ended up tangled up between the sheets and he referred to our first encounter. The next time we saw each other was at his father’s funeral - the funeral of the very same man that had threatened my life. It turned out Alessio Russo was a gentleman even when he was a savage. We bickered. We kissed. We fought. We made love. He thrilled me and scared me. Still, we slowly started to find a way to each other but before I had a chance to come clean with him, I had to leave the country. Then all hell broke loose.