Do Werewolf Exist

"Should I take off my clothes now?" she added while staring at me from head to toe. Shit. Why would she ask that in front of me? Wasn't taking off her clothes my job like I always do to the rest of my customers? "No. Just put them on, please." I respectfully retorted before I slid to the bed. Put my backpack on the floor and applied a bit of my wolf's aggression rushing at her. Before I jumped on the bed, I shortly took off my clothes until nothing was left but my undies. "Wait." She quickly muttered partly mixed with regrets. To my surprise, she moved her face and pushed my chest a few inches away from her. "Why?" could not help but ask. "Wasn't this what I am here for? To please you?" I said in an embarrassing tone. It was at this moment I sensed her uncomfortable and regretful expression. I did not come here to get embarrassed. My job was to please her. Unless there was something Joseph forgot to inform me. Never expected this to happen. "No... no! It's just…" she suddenly dropped her gaze from me. "It's just. I'm still a virgin. Please, don't get mad at me." I don't know if it was a perfect opportunity for me to burst out laughing when she almost got me on that note. A virgin wanted to have sex with me. Who on earth would sell her virginity to a person wearing a black facemask?

No dia do meu casamento com Felipe Torres, a filha adotiva da família Torres ameaçou se jogar de um prédio. Para salvá-la, Felipe me abandonou no altar, vestida de noiva, e fugiu da cerimônia. Diante dos olhares zombeteiros de todos os convidados, anunciei publicamente: — Quem subir aqui e se casar comigo hoje, terá a mim como esposa! Três anos depois, Felipe retornou à casa da família Torres com sua irmã adotiva. Eu estava sentada em um sofá de couro, tomando um consommé e assistindo a uma série. Felipe encarou meu ventre protuberante, rangendo os dentes. — De quem é esse bastardo na sua barriga? Tomei um gole do consommé e sorri levemente. — O filho que carrego é, obviamente, um herdeiro da família Torres.

Kyra should have died the night her world was reduced to ash. Born into a powerful bloodline of fire witches, she watched her family fall—slaughtered by a king terrified of their magic. Scarred by flames and driven by vengeance, she returns to the kingdom years later, disguised beneath another face and hiding in plain sight as a palace servant. Her mission is simple: learn the king’s secrets and, when the time is right, strike. But fate has other plans. Prince Lucian is nothing like his father--- the king. Cursed as a werewolf, he has hidden his dark secret from the royal court for years. The only cure? A witch’s blood—Kyra’s blood. When Lucian meets Kyra, an unexpected bond ignites between them. He should be her greatest enemy, yet fate twists their paths together. For beneath her servant’s disguise, Kyra is no ordinary girl—she is the last of a fire-witch bloodline, bent on avenging her family by killing the king. When Lucian discovers her secret and her deadly mission, he doesn’t condemn her. Instead, he offers to help her, driven by his hatred for his father… and his growing love for her. But as their alliance deepens, a devastating truth emerges: the only way to end Lucian’s curse is through sacrifice—Kyra’s life or his own. Now, Kyra must face an impossible choice: save herself… or the man she loves.

WARNING: This book is rated 18+ and contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and dark, obsessive themes. Till Sin Do Us Apart is a one-shot taboo tale of lust and domination, where two or more souls collide in the dark, seeking pleasure, and craving release. It’s not only love that binds them, but obsession. This story is extremely sinful, forbidden, and erotic, a slow exhale of tension and temptation. It’s about the ache of being wanted too much, touched too hard, controlled too completely… and still coming back for more.

Five years into marriage, Silvia Serra becomes both Dante Valenti's most lethal weapon and his most invisible presence. She shields him from bullets. She crosses a freezing river for him. Her scars accumulate, and his response is an assumption that it is how things are meant to be. In time, Dante grows repulsed by the violence clinging to her. He derides her lack of charm and gives his warmth to another woman instead. He allows others to grind down her dignity, and with a new lover in his arms, he openly stains her name. Silvia tolerates it so she can continue guarding him. Everyone mocks her as if she's numb to it all, driven away again and again, but never truly gone. Then comes the night of pounding rain. Cast aside without ceremony, Silvia erases every sign she was ever there and leaves with finality. Dante treats it as nothing more than sulking, convinced she will return within three days. Later, the once-untouchable Don was seen on his knees at Silvia's feet, stripped of all pride, begging her to turn back and look at him just once.

Quando eu tinha sete anos, o papai trouxe pra casa uma mulher bonita. Ela me deu uma caixa de mangas. Naquele dia, enquanto eu comia as mangas toda feliz, a mamãe assinou o acordo de divórcio e se jogou do prédio. Desde então, manga virou o meu pesadelo. Por isso, no dia do meu casamento, eu disse pro meu marido, Ivan Ribeiro: — Se algum dia quiser se divorciar de mim, basta me dar uma manga. Ele me abraçou em silêncio. Desde então, manga também virou o tabu dele. No quinto ano de casamento, na véspera de Natal, a amiguinha de infância dele, Rafaela Lima, deixou uma manga em cima da mesa do escritório. No mesmo dia, Ivan anunciou o fim da amizade com Rafaela e a demitiu da empresa. Naquele momento, eu achei que ele era o homem da minha vida. Mas meio ano depois, voltei do exterior com um contrato de um bilhão fechado. Na festa de comemoração, Ivan me entregou um copo de bebida. Depois de meio copo, Rafaela, a mulher que ele havia expulsado da empresa, apareceu atrás de mim, sorrindo: — Tá gostoso o suco de manga? Olhei pro meu marido, incrédula, enquanto Ivan tentava segurar o riso: — Não fica brava, a Rafaela insistiu pra eu fazer uma brincadeira com você. — Eu nem te dei uma manga de verdade, só um suco de manga. — Mas olha, acho que ela tem razão, o seu problema com manga é exagero! — Você estava bebendo toda animada agora há pouco! De cara fechada, levantei a mão e joguei o resto do suco no rosto dele. Depois, virei as costas e fui embora. Algumas coisas nunca são brincadeira. Manga não é. E o meu pedido de divórcio também não.

Fachrisa adalah anak yatim yang sedang menempuh pendidikan Ilmu agama. Namun, dikarenakan Ibunya sedang sakit, dia memutuskan untuk berhenti belajar, dan bertekad untuk segera menikah sesuai keinginan Sang Ibu. Merasa Sang Ibu tak memiliki umur panjang, Fachrisa lantas ingin mendukung kekasihnya untuk bisa segera membawa hubungan mereka ke sebuah ikatan pernikahan. "Kenapa enggak tahu Kang? Ibu sudah sering nanyain Akang kenapa belum ke rumah lagi. Aku nggak tega melihat Ibu, Kang." jawabku sendu serasa dunia ini tidak ada yang peduli padaku. "Dulu itu pertama dan terakhir Akang ke rumahmu! Jadi, jangan berharap Akang akan ke rumahmu lagi. Akang harap, kamu tidak menunggu Akang dan hidup bahagia dengan lelaki yang datang melamarmu nanti." Deg. Aku merasakan sakit hati yang luar biasa. entah kenapa, semenjak Kang Aldi dipindah tugaskan di cabang pesantren yang lain, Kang Aldi menjadi sedikit berubah. Entah karena apa! Yang aku tahu, bahwa ada banyak wanita yang menyukainya, sedangkan Kang Aldi tak ingin waktu belajarnya terganggu. Namun, apa jawaban tak terduga ini maksudnya?

Monique Lysianna Palacio was a rebellious tomboy that used to settling her wretched existence. Until the most annoying guy named Desmond Aldeguer, took place to do it extra miserable by marrying her. They got married, even though she loathed him. She doesn’t like the idea of being in love, but then, she do fell for him.

No acidente de avião, um dos paraquedas a bordo estava danificado. No momento de maior desespero, Miguel Pereira me entregou o último paraquedas. Consegui aterrissar em segurança, mas minha irmã, Daniela Castro, filha ilegítima, morreu devido à queda do avião. Após nossa salvação, Miguel escolheu cumprir o compromisso matrimonial, e celebramos um grande casamento. No entanto, após seis anos de casamento, ele ainda me via com ódio, acreditando que eu fui responsável pela morte de Daniela. Fui tratada como inimiga, vivendo uma vida pior que a morte durante esses seis anos. Finalmente, quando o divórcio parecia iminente, Miguel optou por morrer comigo no mesmo lugar onde Daniela havia falecido. Mas, ao abrir os olhos novamente, percebi que havia voltado para o dia do acidente. Dessa vez, decidi deixar a chance de sobrevivência para a pessoa que ele mais amava.

"You do know what your scent does to me?" Stefanos whispered, his voice brushing against Xenia’s skin like a dark promise. "W-what?" she stammered, heart pounding as the towering wolf closed in. "It drives me wild." —★— A cursed Alpha. A runaway Omega. A fate bound by an impossible bloom. Cast out by his own family, Alpha Stefanos dwells in a lonely tower, his only companion a fearsome dragon. To soothe his solitude, he cultivates a garden of rare flowers—until a bold little thief dares to steal them. Furious, Stefanos vows to punish the culprit. But when he discovers the thief is a fragile Omega with secrets of her own, something within him stirs. Her presence thaws the ice in his heart, awakening desires long buried. Yet destiny has bound them to an impossible task—to make a cursed flower bloom. Can he bloom a flower that can't be bloomed, in a dream that can't come true? ----- Inspired from the BTS song, The Truth Untold.