Find Me

[I don't want to die, but I'm tired of picking myself up every time I fall. Won't you please carry me?] Emilie is bullied because of her selective mutism. The popular girls at her college think she is a freak who won't survive the real world since she won't speak up for herself. One day, they steal her clothes at a pool party and force her to venture out dressed in only a towel. She knocks on a random door without knowing it's Brandon Brooks's home. He is the most popular guy at her college - rich and attractive - and she is convinced he won't help her. Brandon thinks she is a loser like everyone else, but there is one thing Emilie doesn't know about him: he isn't heartless.

TELL ME A STORY II STREETLOVE: À Stanfield la rue est une démocratie hiérarchisé. Enfin ils essaient de faire croire à une démocratie. Ils disent que la rue nous appartient, mais ils disent aussi de suivre les règles venant des plus hauts. Qui ils ? Sterling Scott et Rowland Parker. Ces deux hommes sont à la tête de Stanfield, ils dirigent tout. Ils ont tout l'argent de Stanfield mais ils en veulent plus. Pourquoi ils en veulent plus ? Pour donner plus de pouvoir à leurs familles. Leurs affaires se terminent toujours en Family Business. ALL HUMAN: Jean 8 : 7 « Que celui qui n'a jamais péché lui jette la première pierre ! »

I was the ultimate pick-me girl at the office, and somehow, I ended up inside a horror game before New Year's Eve. Seeing the bloody lady crawling in the dark elevator, I screamed out loud. "Oh my gosh! Where did you get that lipstick? It's perfect! It makes your skin look three shades lighter!" The bloody lady blinked at me in confusion as I helped her up. She even recommended the exact lipstick shade. Then I turned around and came face-to-face with the chainsaw-psycho general manager with multiple personalities, swinging his weapon around. I tied a little bow on his chainsaw. "Everyone else only cares if your chainsaw is sharp. I'm the only one who cares if you're tired from swinging it all day." The monsters in the room looked at each other, all thinking the same thing… Why did this feel weirdly wholesome?

“I am not your dead wife!” I scream at him, for the hundredth time but like always, he stares blankly. “Of course you are, Farfalla.” he grins widely. “And until you stop pretending I'm not letting you go.” He's crazy. Adrian Moretti is insane, the red flags were so bright since the beginning but would I not know if I was his wife? I jumped into this mess a little too fast, now how do I convince him I'm not his late wife so he finally let me go? . . . . Three years ago, Adrian’s wife Tatiana died in a plane crash so imagine his surprise when he walks into a strip club and he is allocated a woman identical to Tatiana. Convinced she's his wife, Adrian decides to hold Starlia hostage until she accepts her identity. But is Starlia truly Tatiana? Or he is starting to fall for a stranger that looks exactly like his darling wife?

"Take off your panties, princess. I want to see the pussy that’s been soaking the sheets and moaning my name in her sleep every night, while wearing my son’s ring.” "Yes, daddy." * Reina thought marriage meant love. But for two long, aching years, all it gave her was cold nights and a husband who never touched her. She was starving. And Domenico Gravano—her devil father-in-law—was the only man who ever made her feel full. He’s twice her age. Deadly. Filthy rich, and built like a god. The kind of man who doesn’t ask. He takes. And when he sees the way she shivers under his stare, he doesn’t hesitate. He gives her everything she's always wanted. It’s forbidden. It's filthy. And it’s about to become her obsession. But Domenico doesn’t do soft. He doesn’t do love. He does control. He does power. He does ownership. And Reina? She’s about to find out what happens when a Gravano decides to make you moan… and never stop. He’s her father-in-law. He’s her first real pleasure. He’s the man who will destroy them both… just to keep her.

He loves me, yet he hurt me and resented me because of the sins I have never done. I believe, he loves me. Yet he gave up on me for someone else. I beg you , I'm begging you General Mark, FORGIVE ME!

Every touch from Deuce sent a jolt of pleasure down my spine, forcing my toes to curl in delight. Deciding he’d rather join than watch, Talon rose up from the bed, sandwiching me against Deuce with his ripped body till I could feel every dip and curve of both men’s muscle. I was trapped between the devil and a hard place. Literally. ————- Wanted for the murder of his best friend and on trial for being a witch, Dante thought his life was over the day he realized he could start fires with his mind. But fate has a far more sinister plot in store for the little fire-starter. Follow Dante as he goes head to head with Murderous Alphas, Cunning Vampires and Sexy Demons while he attempts to find his foot in the hottest throuple love story on the market right now.

⚠️Warning⚠️ MATURED CONTENT‼️ "I never regret loving you" Anthony Dale Villaflor is one of the notorious playboy in town. He loves playing around with women. He loves aggressive women who can satisfy him in bed. Pero nang makilala niya si Maria Clara Dizon- ang secretary ng pinsan niya. Nagbago bigla ang taste niya sa babae. Clara is an exact example of a real Maria Clara of the new generation. Anthony believes in love despite being a playboy. He is only waiting for the woman who will capture his heart. When one unforgettable night happened between him and Clara. He already knew, he finally found the one. Naging maayos ang agos ng relasyon nila. He got her pregnant and got married. Ngunit ang masayang pagsasama ay biglang nanlamig. They lost their first baby. Nagbago ang lahat. Maging siya ay hindi na rin kilala ang sarili. He was totally depressed for losing their baby. May dapat bang sisihin? Si Clara o siya? Until Clara left and realization hit him. Sa muli nilang pagkikita, may pag-asa pa bang mabuo ang nawasak na pagsasama. May lakas ba siya ng loob para bitawan ang mga katagang "Make Me Yours Again" kung kapwa na silang may pananagutan.

Ever wonder how one of the best days of your life turns into a lifelong nightmare? Two people, two different worlds yet bound by the same emotion, "HATE." Marriage is supposed to be an eternal bond filled with love and happiness. This was far from the truth for Asmaira and Amaan. Two broken souls entangle in the game of destiny, which ends their dream of everlasting love. For one, it was a journey of redemption, and for another, it was to seek vengeance. Amaan was forced to marry Asmaira, who knew how much he hated her, yet, she agreed to the marriage, knowing well the thorny path coming her way. What is the past that connects both Asmara and Amaan, and why do they hate each other so much without meeting each other? "Please......." was the only word she could say while trying to get out of his grip. "Please let me go," she stammered in between her hiccup, shaking her head with pleading eyes and folded hands. "Why are you scared, baby? I know I was wrong to not accept you as my wife, but now I want to correct my mistake. Let's start once again our marriage. How about I gift you something to celebrate?" He said near her ear, emphasizing the word 'gift.' Sensing her fright, he grabs her waist while using the other to stroke her cheek, "how about giving you a baby tonight?" Asmaira gaped. "I know it is your first time, and.." he trailed, hitching Asmaira's breath, "I would make sure you would never forget it."

Warning: Rated 18+ "You have me..." Once he dried my eyes, I noticed that his hand was no longer as chilly as it had been earlier in the interaction. He moved his mouth closer to mine and spoke in a low whisper, saying, "You only have me, and there's no way for you to run away from me since I am everywhere..." “You kissed me, you imprinted me as your vampire mate,” he added as he smirked.  My eyes widened when I touched my lips, and I felt his slow approach, asking, "You want me to kiss you, right?" I could feel him moving closer and closer. "You wanted it so desperately..." he groaned, then his eyes lingered on my lips, and in the flash of an eye, He was already laying claim to my lips; I gasped in response to his gently nibbling on them. I could taste blood on my lips, but he licked it up and withdrew away from me before I could react. "Fuck!" he muttered under his breath. "Catalina, what have you done to me? Why do I want to devour you so badly?"