Ego Blue Lock

She is in Law school. He breaks the Law every day. Her father calls her sunshine. He is called the Overlord of the Bravta. She is pure. He is tainted. They are a match made in hell. *** “There is no going back after you sign this contract,” he tilted my head so I met his sinful smirk and distracting eyes. “After this, you are mine, Sweet little thing. You’ll not be able to run or escape me. Because no matter where you run to, even though I have to turn this world upside down, I will find you and bring you right back to my side because you are bound to me.” I laughed. “Trying to scare me?” I took the pen from him and signed a contract with the Devil. ***** When Julia found out she was dying soon, she decided to do the one thing she had been scared to do all her life before she died. Fall in love. She had her bucket list planned out and all she needed was a heartless man who wouldn’t lose his heart to her in the 6 months she had to live. And Valentino Damon was the right man for the job since she was more than convinced he didn’t own a heart. He was the devil and he might be the most significant risk she might ever take but what does one have to lose if they were going to die soon anyway?

As a zombie outbreak spreads across the world, my boyfriend insists on delaying our evacuation so his drama-queen childhood sweetheart can catch the last rescue chopper. However, this is the last evacuation after the outbreak, and our team's only chance to survive. When she still doesn't show up, I knock my boyfriend out and haul him onto the helicopter. In the end, his childhood sweetheart is devoured by the surging horde, while I seize the opportunity to escape and start a peaceful, quiet life with him in the safe zone. The night before I am to take command and lead a massive counterattack against the undead, my boyfriend laces my drink with a tranquilizer and dumps me into a swarm of zombies. Thousands of zombies tear me apart, and I die in excruciating pain. He stands on the fortress wall, a cold smile on his lips. "Had you not been so selfish, Esmeralda would've survived. Now, you'll experience her suffering and atone with your life!" Given a second chance at life, I wake up on the day my boyfriend refused to evacuate on time. Since he's so determined to stand by his childhood sweetheart through thick and thin, I'll make sure they both become zombie food!

Setelah dibuang Hito karena menganggap Lizy tak subur, Lizy nyaris tak tahu pergi kemana karena tak punya keluarga. Namun, setelab dirinya menolong seorang pria yang ia temukan pingsan pada kecelakaan, dirinya ditawari untuk tinggal bersama dan bekerja dengan keluarga tersebut. Lizy yang berusaha untuk menata kembali hidupnya malah makin diganggi oleh Hito dan istri barunya setelah tahu bahwa Lizy sekarang ini bekerka dengan seorang CEO ternama. Adrian, CEO itu, melindungi Lizy dengan segenap hati karena ia adalah cinta pertamanya. Akankah Lizy bisa menyadari rasa itu dan hidup tenang?

Soy la protagonista de una historia erótica. ¿Mi especialidad? Convertir lo que está frío o tibio en algo que siempre arde... y moja a mares. El primer día que llegué a un juego de terror, el BOSS les dijo a todos que eligieran cómo querían morir. Sonreí y, sin dudarlo ni un segundo, respondí: —Yo elijo por falta de aire, con las piernas temblando, los ojos brillando... y un placer tan intenso que me mate de puro gusto. BOSS: ¿Qué diablos...?

Lo primero que hice al regresar a la gala para elegir esposa fue intercambiar en secreto mi tarjeta numerada de candidata por la de mi hermana adoptiva. Cuando Fernando Romero tomó el ramo con el número de Lucía Benítez, se le desbordó la alegría en los ojos. Le sostuvo la mano y, solemne, le juró una vida entera. —Lucía, serás la única mujer de mi vida. Luego se volvió hacia mí y, de golpe, se le heló la mirada. —Siempre te vi como a una hermana. No intentes ocupar el lugar de Lucía. Aquel aviso frío me atravesó el pecho. Las habladurías me devoraron otra vez, igual que en mi vida pasada. Todos se burlaban de mí, la “arrastrada” de Fernando. Diez años detrás de él con el corazón en la mano… y el hombre terminó enamorado de la supuesta heredera, mi hermana adoptiva.

MONDEÑEGO SERIES He is a heartless devil. A manipulative devil, and He can get what he wants. She is just an ordinary girl, living her life with her siblings. But one day, men in black came to their home. And that time, she learned that she was sold to a heartless devil. Warning: May contain mature scenes and words. Please read at your own risk!

En el quinto año de matrimonio, Julieta Torres se quejaba de que la vitamina C que su esposo le había comprado sabía demasiado amarga. Con el frasco en la mano, fue al hospital. El médico lo revisó y dijo: —Esto no es vitamina C. —¿Perdón, puede repetirlo? —preguntó Julieta. —Lo repita cuantas veces lo repita, es lo mismo —señaló el frasco—. Esto es mifepristona. Si la tomas en exceso no solo causa esterilidad, también daña seriamente el cuerpo. La garganta de Julieta se sintió como si algo la obstruyera, y sus manos, aferraban el frasco con fuerza. —Eso es imposible, este medicamento me lo dio mi esposo. Se llama Bruno Castro, también es médico en este hospital. La mirada del doctor hacia ella se volvió extraña, cargada de un matiz difícil de explicar. Al final, sonrió levemente. —Señorita, mejor vaya a consultar a psiquiatría. Todos aquí conocemos a la esposa del doctor Castro, y hace apenas un par de meses dio a luz a un bebé. No se haga ilusiones, muchacha, no tiene caso.

In Valeburn, Atlanta’s most dangerous block, power doesn’t pass hands—it’s taken with blood. And no one understands that more than Jayce Navarro, the razor-sharp kingpin who built his empire brick by brick, silence by silence. He rules with cold precision, a name whispered like a gun being cocked—until the ghost of his past returns with vengeance on his breath. Eli Mercer is no longer the soft-eyed teen Jayce once kissed beneath the chapel steps. Fresh from the feds and wrapped in scars, Eli returns to the block with one purpose: burn down the throne that forgot him. But when fate—and the city’s shifting underworld—forces them into an uneasy alliance, old feelings smolder beneath their armor. Lust tangles with rage. Loyalty with betrayal. And love? It’s the most dangerous weapon of all. As enemies circle from the inside and the state threatens to dismantle Jayce’s entire operation, he and Eli must decide what’s worth saving—their empires, their reputations… or each other. But in Valeburn, every crown is cursed. And every favor comes with fire.

When my girlfriend, Cherry Jameson, receives her HIV positive test report, she finally realizes what her childhood friend, Neil Sawyer, meant by "life-and-death". In the previous life, after Cherry fainted from her latest anemic episode, Neil insisted on donating his blood to her. I did everything I could to stop the procedure from happening. I told Cherry that Neil had been diagnosed with HIV a long time ago, so she'd get infected if she were to receive his blood. But Cherry refused to believe me. Neil broke down in tears, saying that he never had a girlfriend, to begin with. Then, he went to the rooftop and pretended to jump so that he could prove himself with his death. But he accidentally slipped and fell, resulting in his actual death. In order to avenge Neil, Cherry worked with her classmates to kidnap me. She was the one who personally strangled me to death with her hands. Angrily, she roared at me, "Your slanderous lies killed Neil! I want you to pay with your own life!" When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Cherry is supposed to receive a blood transfusion from Neil. As I look at Cherry, who's in the middle of receiving blood from Neil, I just smile faintly. It's just HIV. She'll be fine.

I’d just wrapped up a short trip with my daughter, Elara. On the way back, I figured I’d swing by the Hale, our family’s casino, to check in on my son, Cassian. Maybe grab dinner together. I didn’t expect to be mistaken for his latest fling. Correction: not mistaken—accused. Violently. “You think you can just waltz in here like some queen?” she hissed. “I’m the woman Cassian loves! What kind of whore are you? And is this your bastard daughter with him?” She locked us in the basement. No phone. No light. Just concrete walls and the stench of mildew and madness. Then came the fists. She slapped me across the face—again and again—until my skin stung and my ears rang. When that didn’t satisfy her, she pulled a gun and aimed low. The bullet tore through my knee. I bit back a scream, shielding Elara with my body. “You need to die, whore,” she spat. One of her men hesitated, “We should at least tell Mr. Hale first. If we are going to kill these two in his casino.” Lila of course said no. But that man brought Cassian anyway. My son stepped into this dark little room like it was any other Tuesday—until he saw me. His whole body went still. The blood drained from his face. And then, in the smallest, most broken voice I’d ever heard from him, he whispered, “Mom? What are you doing in my basement?”