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Keep your legs open, baby. That’s it… eyes on me.” One had his hand around my throat. Another had his mouth between my thighs. The third… God help me, he was the one who whispered the filth that made me forget my name. Three of them. All at once. Tearing me apart like I belonged to them. And the truth is—I did. Because I gave them my body the night I lost everything else. The night I got fired. The night my boyfriend left me for my best friend. The night I nearly ended it all. But I’d been kind to a stranger once. Gave him my umbrella in the rain. Smiled at him even when my world was falling apart. That man? He found me drunk and desperate on the edge of ruin… and offered me something darker than a second chance. To be theirs. All three of theirs. Not a girlfriend. Not a wife. A plaything. A prize. A pet. Now I wake up in silk sheets. I don’t work. I don’t pay bills. I only exist to please them. And Daddy doesn’t like when I cry. He likes when I beg.

Pain, Sadness, loneliness. That's exactly what defined Avyanna Roosevelt's life. Every time she would change her pack, people would bully her for her unethical birth origins. She was weak, well at least for the world, who didn't know what she was. Her mother hated her, because, for her, she was a bastard child, the result of a drunk one night stand. Life was cruel to her, but she was a survivor, and the only thing she wanted was to complete her education and live among humans. However, all her plans came crashing when her grandmother died and she was asked to move into her mother's new husband's home, in the Enceladus pack, the strongest pack in the world. She had thought she would meet the coldest and cruellest alpha, worsening her life even more, but what she didn't expect was to meet an extremely caring and overprotective man, her stepbrother. She thought she would leave in peace after completing her education, until one day her brother came to her and spoke. "In this world, you are mine to protect, mine to care for, and only mine to love. I won't think twice to rip out the heart that will try to beat for you," he growled before biting her neck.

“Camille, I’ll love you forever!” Jameson let out a low, agonized growl. Just as he was about to climax, his phone suddenly began to buzz. He ignored it, of course. Now was hardly the time. However, his phone lit up again. The moment he saw the text on the screen, his body froze. Camille heard him answer the call. “Hello?” In the deep silence of the night, the voice on the phone cut through the stillness, clear and unmistakable. “Jameson, did you know that Sylvia—” Jameson switched languages and cut in with a sharp command, “Keep it down. It's not a good time.” The other person switched languages too, though he was still loud. “The hospital results came in. Sylvia is in the final stages of cancer. She only has a month left! Her last wish is to become your wife. Can you grant her that before she passes?” Jameson’s expression changed immediately. “What?! Wait for me!” He ended the call and turned to Camille. “Camille, something urgent came up. I need to step out for a bit. Be good and stay home. I’ll be back after you’ve had some sleep.” Before she could respond, he rose to wash up, changed his clothes, and left without looking back. Moments later, her phone buzzed. Sylvia: [Camille, you lost. I told you—Jameson has always been mine.] Right above it was a message from three days ago: [If I tell him I have cancer, do you think Jameson will leave you and come to me? I bet he will.] Camille’s gaze slowly shifted from her phone screen to the open bedroom door. What Jameson did not know was that she had already picked up a new language. She understood every word of that call. After a long moment, a faint, bitter smile appeared on her face. “Yeah, I lost...”

Mark Ivan Barcelon and Eizel Francine Story (Hello, sa nakabasa na po ng Book 1 ng MY STALKER, eto na po ang kwento ni Eizel at Ivan, Bestfriend at kambal ni Kisha. Enjoy Reading!) Si Eizel ay may lihim na pag-ibig kay Ivan, ang kambal ng kanyang matalik na kaibigan. Ang magmahal niya dito ay hindi madali, pero para kay Eizel, walang mahirap pagdating sa pag-ibig. Mula pagkabata, may pagtingin na siya kay Ivan, at habang tumatagal, lalong lumalalim ang nararamdaman niya. Natatakot siyang umamin dahil baka layuan siya nito at hindi na pansinin. O mas takot siyang masaktan sa magiging sagot nito. Kaya't nakukuntento na lang siya sa pagtingin mula sa malayo at pag-silay. Matapang siyang babae, pero pagdating sa nararamdaman niya kay Ivan, wala siyang lakas ng loob na umamin. Pero dahil sa suporta ng kanyang kaibigan sa kabaliwan niya, nakapag-isip siya ng paraan kung paano unti-unting makuha ang atensyon nito. Tinext niya ito at nagpakilala sa ibang pangalan. Hindi siya sumuko kahit napaka-ilap nito sa text at chat. Hindi naman nasayang ang effort na ginawa niya. Napansin din siya nito. Pero paano kung nakuha na niya ang atensyon na matagal na niyang inaasam? At hiniling nito na magpakilala na siya at magpakita? Kaya ba niyang sundin ang hiling nito? Handa na ba siyang harapin ang lalaking mahal niya? Tatanggapin kaya siya nito kapag nalaman na siya si Eizel Francine Evangelista, ang bestfriend ng kambal niya, ang babaeng nasa likod ng lahat? ************************

Markisha Ivy Barcelon a simple and smart girl. Marami ang humahanga sa dalaga dahil sa angkin nitong kagandahan at kabaitan. She have a boyfriend, His name is Mikael. They Love each other very much, the relationship they have is so happy and perfect. But.. She thought their relationship was perfect. She thought they would be happy. She thought there would be no problems. But she was wrong. Because everything that mikael showed to her was a lie. Dahil ang totoo Niloko,ginamit at pinag-pustahan siya ng lalaking minahal niya. She was hurt. Durog na durog ang puso niya dahil sa nalaman, Lalo na't lumipas ang linggo, nabalitaan niyang may bago na itong girlfriend. At habang siya nasasaktan pa rin. In an unexpected Day, their paths met. she saw his Ex boyfriend with his new girlfriend. She could not bear to see them. She left, she did not want to see the man because she felt pain and anger. And on the same day, she received a text from a stranger. The person who was texting her was very creepy. he knew everything she was doing, and then she found out that she had a Stalker for a long time. Someone has been following and watching over her for a long time. Naiinis siya dito dahil napakakulit at pakealamero nito. pero habang dumadaan ang araw nasasanay na siya na kausap ito. Gusto niya na makilala ito kaso ayaw ng stalker niya. Pero mapaglaro ang tadhana. Kisha did not expect to meet her stalker in an unexpected incedent. sobrang gulat na gulat siya ng makilala niya ito. Dahil ang stalker niya ay kilalang kilala niya. Ano ang gagawin niya ngayon na nakita na niya ang taong gusto niya makilala? Lalayuan ba niya ito o hahayaan na lang na pumasok sa buhay niya?

At the full moon party before our marking ceremony, my mate Lucas got wasted. I went to pick him up, just like we agreed. Only to walk in on him burying his face in his first love’s neck, marking her with his scent. "Don't ever leave me again, Willow. My wolf only wants you." His first love shot me a triumphant smirk and shoved him into my arms. "Your mate is here. You should go." But Lucas, hiding behind his drunkenness, just looked at me with disgust. "You're the only one for me, Willow! She's just some lowly half-blood Omega. She's just my ride home, don't worry about her." I swallowed my humiliation and took him home, only to find out he wasn't drunk at all. He claimed he only said those things to appease Willow, for the sake of her pack's power. I just turned away. So on the day we were supposed to be bound for life, I ran. If Lucas was still hung up on his first love, then I would grant him his wish and disappear. But I never expected that after I left, he would lose his mind, crying and begging for me to come back.

I wonder if I will ever be delivered from the hell that I have to live everyday. My dad has been a drunk ever since my mother walked out on us. I was only five when I realized that my dad was not like other dads. I had to clean up his messes. There were time I could not even go to school because I did not have any clothes to wear that fit. I knew that if social services got involved my dad would be angry and take it out on me. Things got worse when my dad became involved with the mafia. It was a way to work off his gambling debts. I was worried that one night he would not come home because he had gotten into deep with the mafia. That fear became a reality when my dad walked in with Joseph Rossi, the largest mafia boss in the state. “Selena, pack your things, you are going to be living with Mr. Rossi from now on.” I did not understand what was going on. “Why dad? I do not understand why I am going to live with him.” Mr. Rossi cleared his throat “You are going to live with me now because I own you. Your dad traded you to me to pay off his gambling debts.” I tried not to cry but I could not stop the tears - my dad sold me; I am now officially in hell.

"Real men don’t fall in love. Love is for the weak and foolish, and I, Don Alessandro, will never raise a fool as a son." Kai Alessandro learned those words the hard way. Groomed by his father to be the mafia leader, Kai’s life is built on power, fear, and control. Love? That’s a weakness he can’t af-ford. Amelia Carrington is all about survival. By day, she’s a college senior juggling classes. By night, she’s a hacker-for-hire and part-time stripper, desperate to pay her mother’s medical bills. Men? They’re just wallets waiting to be emptied. Their worlds collide when Amelia hacks into Kai’s account, stealing $5,000,000 to save her mother’s life. Kai hunts her down, and instead of exacting revenge, he gives her an offer: work for him to repay the debt or face a fate worse than death. The agreement was to keep things strictly professional; work only. But they eventually had a one-night stand which was supposed to be a mistake since they were both drunk, what was a mistake eventually turned into an regular affair, blurring the lines between their hatred and a passion neither of them could control. Romantic feelings begin to intertwine with their shared hatred, feelings that they both weren't ready to admit to. But what happens when Amelia eventually realizes that she was pregnant for kai Alessandro, one of the most dangerous gang leader in the world and a man who was supposed to be her enemy?

On the night Aria Valery was supposed to celebrate her engagement, she walked in on the man she thought was her fated mate buried inside another woman. Her best friend. Shattered, humiliated, and drunk on heartbreak, she stumbled into the path of Damian Storm, billionaire tycoon, ruthless Lycan chief, and the most dangerous playboy in the supernatural world. He was everything her mate wasn’t. Older. Colder. Sinfully irresistible. The kind of man who never touched the same woman twice… until her. What began as one night of reckless revenge spiraled into an obsession neither of them could escape. But Damian Storm doesn’t just break rules, he rewrites them. And being desired by him comes with a price. Her family is marked by the Council. Her father has been dragged away by Gammas. Her cheating mate refuses to release their bond. And Damian? He’s a man who swore never to love again, yet can’t stop claiming her like she was always meant to be his. Between betrayal, forbidden lust, and a prophecy that could tear the Lycan race apart, Aria must choose: walk away from the most dangerous man alive… or risk burning with him. Because once Damian Storm has tasted you, he doesn’t let go. Not even fate can save you. But now, her cheating fated mate who hates her, won't still let her go as well.

The boy, George Larson, whom I once saved as a child, when he was struggling with asthma, repaid my kindness by imprisoning me for seven long years. "Luna, you're my everything. I won’t let you out of my sight," he said, his voice filled with obsession. He tied my hands and feet, keeping me bound to the bed like a helpless doll, but I did not love him; I wanted to escape. In his madness, he set fire to my family’s ancestral home. The last traces of the Sachs burned to ashes, disappearing into the wind. He said that since my home was gone, I could just live with him and that it would be my new home. However, because I refused to let him touch me, he found someone else—a girl with a beauty mark under her eye, just like mine. The girl, drunk on his affection, thought I was trying to imitate her by faking the same tear-shaped mark. In a fit of jealousy, she gouged out my eyes. My face was covered with tiny, bleeding holes, blood streaming down my body. When George came home, the girl gleefully stuffed me into a trash bag, proud of her handiwork. “George, look! I caught some trash that broke into the house!” George did not even glance at me. He just loosened his tie, his voice calm and detached. “Just toss it where trash belongs.”