Ero Note

Inestia Rosi Sagala, mulai dapat melihat makhluk astral sejak kecelakaan setahun lalu, dia pun bisa mencium aroma kematian seseorang. Melalui cermin.

“Sex Note บันทึกเสียวของเราสอง” กับเรื่องราวและประสบการณ์อันน่าตื่นเต้นในชีวิตคู่ระหว่างผมกับแฟน ที่จะมาผลัดกันเล่าให้พวกคุณได้อ่านกัน

Ryll Alcantara, a regretful woman who loves to read. She fell inlove not just on the book itself, but for a low key and famous Author of her favorite novel. She always wanted to meet the guy behind it. The man that she admire the most. She doesn't want to date an Engineer nor a Lawyer, but she wants a portentous Author. And she was that woman behind his every Author's note.

"What perfume are you wearing Eriantha?" He inhaled her scent, the best Top Note he has ever come across. "I am a perfumer Mr.Karwitz" She rasped with an enticing nervousness, "I am not supposed to wear perfumes." Darcel Karwitz, the CEO of a top-notch perfume brand, who has hated perfumes with an unequivocal passion his entire life. Perfumes remind him of nothing but his revenge, because of his biological father Viktor Cedine, who is the owner of the most expensive perfume brand in the market, and he had abandoned his mother while she was pregnant. Darcel's only goal is to destroy that man and what better way could there be than to ruin his pride, the very brand that has made him the man Viktor is! Eriantha Reux is the best perfumer, who hides behind a pseudonym running a small online business nobody knows about, until Darcel Karwitz discovers her. He wants her skills for his goal, his revenge. But, there are more secrets to Eriantha than it appears. She wants something more than the job, she wants his name, for she has people to protect. They both need something each other. It was supposed to be all business... But then everything goes wrong, as for the first time Darcel is hooked by a scent, her unique scent. Now he doesn't want to let her go. Here's what this book promises: #marriageofconvinience #Revenge #Hefallsfirst #BrilliantFMC #Steamyromance #HEA #karwitzinloveseries #book1 #DualPov

I plan on ordering some food using my husband's phone, yet I've noticed a remark that's been saved on the delivery app. "The food is for a pregnant lady. Please make sure to be hygienic and use less oil and salt when making the dishes." I can feel my heart sink. I turn my gaze toward the bathroom, where my husband is. I can't figure out why my husband, who's been firm about not wanting a child, has been ordering meals for pregnant women. After a moment of hesitation, I scroll through the delivery app's order history with shaky hands. Numerous orders have been placed with the same restaurant, one that specializes in making exquisite dishes designed for pregnant women. Each of these food orders costs more than ten thousand dollars. My husband's company address has been chosen as the delivery address, and he's also the recipient. … After exiting the delivery app, I sit on the couch and stare into space. As I look at my husband's well-defined muscles, I recall how he, who's about to hit 40, is suddenly quite invested in getting in shape over the past year. I blurt out asking, "Have you been ordering food to your office often lately?" My husband freezes for a split second. Then, he fixes me with a gentle gaze. "I do that once in a while. Why are you suddenly asking about that? By the way, I haven't had the sweet and sour meatballs you make in a long while. Can you make some for me so that I can bring them to the office for my lunch tomorrow?" I smile at him and agree to his request. Still, I toss and turn in bed as the remark about the pregnant lady in his phone keeps gnawing at me that night.

Chanel Danica Suarez, a musically inclined fashion designer is living her dream. Everything she ever wanted is already on her reach. But despite having material things, she still felt emptiness inside especially, when she lost her mother. The piano became her companion which eased her longing and made her feel loved. But when she met Dior Louis Saavedra, the dullness that once filled her life became brighter. Could he be the missing note to her broken piece? Or would he be another reason for her to keep falling apart?

Tennessee is one of the music meccas of the United States. Different musicians were born in this city, but this is not a musical story; it is a scary story or a horrible story.

"Palagi na lang kasi akong nari-reject kapag nagpapasa ako ng libro ko sa Good Nobela at hindi ako pwedeng ma-reject this year. Alam mo namang may usapan kami ng Daddy. Hindi na niya ako pipilitin na mag-masteral kapag may naipasa akong libro. Eh, lagi akong nari-reject dahil nga ang mga sinusulat ko raw ay walang kilig. Kailangan daw mag-focus ako sa nararamdaman ng bida kapag nandyan ang mahal niya." -- Jornaliza Smith Ang nais lang naman ni Jornaliza Smith ay maging sikat na manunulat kaya nagpaturo siya sa bestfriend niyang si Luigi Chances kung paanong maging ‘manyak’. Kahit kasi kahit 23 years old na siya hindi pa siya nakaranas ng first kiss. So, paano pa niya mailalarawan kung paanong umakyat sa ikapitong glorya? On going na ang 'erotic session' nila ni Luigi ng biglang bumukas ang pintuan ng kanyang kuwarto at nakita sila ng kanyang Daddy na saksakan ng konserbatibo. Kaya, wala sa oras na napamartsa si Jornaliza sa harap ng altar. Shucks, ang nais lang niya ay maging sikat na manunulat, paano niya gagampanan ang papel bilang asawa kung wala namang spark sa pagitan nila ni Luigi? Eh, bakit parang may dumadaloy na milyun-milyong boltahe ng kuryente sa kanyang katawan kapag hinahalikan siya ng bestfriend niya?

"He is no hero, but he is willing to fight for her..." Abigail fucking Howard! Typical sweet girl, a nerdy girl who always has that cute button nose of hers buried inside a book. She wants to be an author and she's got what it takes. She has also got her whole life planned out. Study, get her degree, then get an internship in some publishing company and work her way to becoming the best selling author. I could also see her getting married to some preppy rich guy who is going to be a lawyer and then they'd have two kids and live happily ever after, cool story right? Wrong! I was wrong because Abigail wants me and the crazy thing is I want her too! I have for a long time but the problem is I am not good enough for her and I am mixed up in too many fucked up shits to be the man she wants me to be. I am not the hero she reads in those romance books of hers, I am no hero and I'll never be!

En la manada hay una regla de oro: el heredero Alfa nunca debe tener a una humana como compañera. Pero César Oliveira, el Alfa, rompió ese juramento y me marcó. Para estar conmigo, desafió al Consejo de Ancianos sin pensarlo, recibió noventa y nueve latigazos y fue condenado a arrodillarse frente al altar durante tres días y tres noches. Aunque su camisa estaba hecha trapo por la sangre, me sostuvo la mirada y me regaló una sonrisa. —Alicia, no tengas miedo, solo te quiero a ti. Al final, el consejo cedió y aceptó que nos fuéramos, pero a cambio, César debía dejar un heredero de linaje puro para la manada. Desde ese momento, la palabra que más escuché de su boca fue: "Espera." La primera vez, me pidió que esperara porque necesitaba que otra loba quedara embarazada. Así fue. Se acostó con Gloria... hasta que ella esperó su primer cachorro. La segunda vez, me pidió que esperara una vez más, porque esa vez fue una cachorra, y el consejo se empecinaba en que tenía que ser un cachorro. Así que volvió a acostarse con Gloria innumerables veces, hasta que ella quedó embarazada de un cachorro. Justo cuando pensé que, por fin, la espera había llegado a su fin, esa cachorra, recién bautizada, ingirió acónito por accidente. Todos asumieron que yo había sido la culpable. Cuando me metieron en esa cámara de congelación, a veinte grados bajo cero, César estaba en la puerta, con los ojos inyectados en sangre. —Te dije que esperaras... —me lanzó una mirada fría, tan helada que me quitaba el aliento—. Sabes lo que significa el veneno de lobo para nosotros, ¿por qué le hiciste daño a mi cachorra? ¡Qué locura! Sentí un tirón en el pecho, como si me hubieran arrancado el alma. Mis uñas se hundieron en la palma de mi mano, y no sentí dolor. Cuando la puerta de la cámara se abrió de nuevo, abrí mi mano, que estaba bañada en sangre. Esta vez, no esperaría ni un minuto más.