Flame-chasers Honkai Mga Nobela at Kwento

Praia was still grieving for her beloved father's death when problems flooded on her and she discovered that her family wasn't perfect as she think it is because her dad has a mistress— Florence. At first, she was mad that she wished not to see that woman but upon learning that Florence is the only key to her mother's freedom, napilitan syang hanapin ito. Kaya lang para syang naghahagilap ng multo dahil wala syang makuhang kahit na ano maliban sa apelido nito. She decided to take a risk and seduce Florence's older brother Zurich who was attracted to her para makalapit sa pamilya nito at makuha ang mga sagot na hinahanap. In other words, she played fire with him. May nakapagsabi sa kanya na masamang maglaro ng apoy at nangako sya na palaging maghahanda ng fire extinguisher para hindi sya nagawang saktan ng apoy na pinaglalaruan. Pero mukhang mahihirapan syang panindigan iyon dahil unti-unti na nyang nagugustuhan ang nararamdamang init. Can she put her tempting boss to the fire of seduction before she gets herself burned into the flame of her very own dangerous game? Warning: R18 Language: Filipino

Perfection was the curse. I was born into wealth, beauty, influence, and a family empire that stretched across continents. People envied my life, not knowing it was nothing more than a gilded prison. The only thing that ever felt real was ballet, the passion my parents forbade because it brought them no power, no profit, no leverage. My parents; greedy, ambitious, unfillable, hid their cruelty beneath luxury. And on my eighteenth birthday, they revealed the ultimate betrayal. I was engaged to a powerful man twice. . . no, three times my age. A man feared across Europe. A man whose hands were stained with secrets the world pretended not to see. They sold me to strengthen an alliance. So I ran. Barefoot, shaking, heartbroken. I stole one of our visitor's chopper and fled to Sicily, thinking distance could save me. I thought I escaped the monsters who owned my life. But I only ran into a darker one. Because Sicily is his territory; Aldrick Moretti, the shadow king of the Italian underworld. Cold. Untouchable. Beautiful in the most devastating way. The man people whisper about as if speaking his name is a sin. A man with eyes that see through lies. . . including mine. And the moment he found me trespassing on his land, bleeding, terrified, and wearing the remnants of a runaway bride. . . He didn’t return me. He didn’t free me. He claimed me. Not as a business deal. Not as an alliance. But as something far more dangerous. He became my captor, my protector, my obsession, and the forbidden flame I should never have touched. Because in his world, love is not tender. It’s a weapon. And I am the sacrifice wrapped in a veil he refuses to let go.