Hi-diddle-dee-dee Pinocchio

Dee Samuels goes through things no one should. After discovering betrayal by her criminal husband, she chooses revenge to punish him and those he surrounds himself with.

Jordan Hayes never meant for one desperate lie to summon the devil himself. Disowned by his family for being gay, scraping by at a smoothie shop and dodging creeps at his night job, Jordan's life is already a nightmare. When a persistent harasser corners him, he blurts out the first thing that comes to mind: “He's my boyfriend.” The words summon Damien Voss—tall, lethal, and terrifyingly beautiful. The ruthless mafia heir doesn't just play along. He claims the title. Permanently. One fake boyfriend ploy becomes a dangerous game. Damien starts showing up everywhere: outside Jordan's apartment, waiting for his shift, calling him “boyfriend” with a smile that promises ruin. Every time Jordan tries to run, Damien pulls him closer—possessive, obsessive, and far too aware of Jordan's every fear, every scar. Jordan thought he was using a monster to scare off wolves. He was wrong. The monster wants to keep him. Now Damien has a plan: leverage Jordan to destroy his father's empire. And if Jordan fights back? Damien will break him. Or make him his—body, soul, and screams. In a city of neon and shadows, one lie binds them forever. Hi, boyfriend. Welcome to hell. Warning: 18+ Dark romance. Obsession, stalking, violence, power imbalance, trauma. Reader discretion strongly advised.

At 18 years old, our families offer my best friend—Roxanne Reed—and me to two werewolves. I'm paired with the cold Alpha Lucian Nightshade, while she's matched with the violent warrior Aiden Steele. Despite the elders' opposition, Lucian grants me, a mere human, the position of Luna. Yet on the night of the ceremony, he abandons me at the altar to save Seraphina and form a mate bond with her instead. Aiden similarly delays his ceremony for Seraphina, warning Roxanne to rein in her defiance. We exchange knowing glances and smile. It's time to teach these savage werewolves a lesson. We make our decision on the spot to call off the engagements. With nothing but the jewelry we have, we establish ourselves in Pollyland. I become the film industry's most captivating new star with the most compelling backstory, while Roxanne becomes my formidable ace of an agent. Together, we thrive spectacularly in the world of fame and fortune. Two years later, outside my new movie's celebration party, dozens of Maybachs silently block all exits. I receive a text from an unknown number. "Game over." I tell Roxanne to take everyone and leave through the back door first. As I turn around, I collide with an ice-cold embrace. Lucian lowers his head, his golden eyes now bloodshot. His voice is hoarse and filled with madness as he says, "Eleanor, come back with me."

Inabutan ko na mag-isa at abalang nagsusulat ang guro na nakahuli ng atensyon ko. Hinila ko ang necktie niya atsaka nilapit ang mukha niya sa mukha ko. Bigla ko siyang hinalikan sa labi… matamis iyon ang una kong naisip. “What do you think you're doing, Ms. Faunteen?! Get out in my office!” “Marking my special toy, Mr. Dereux.” Kumindat ako na siyang lalong ikinausok ng matangos niyang ilong. Tumayo siya at binuhat ako palabas ng pinto ng office niya. Pagkatapos ay marahas niya akong pinagsarhan ng pinto. Shit! Bakit ganun?! Ako ang nang-aakit pero bakit parang ako pa ang naakit? How dare him ignore and blatantly reject my near Aphrodite-beauty?!

Leon Vincent, the shark of Warren Street, is the one who raised me. Twelve years ago, a fire tore through the orphanage and took everything from me. He was the one who pulled me out of the flames and gave me a second chance at life. To repay him, we make a weird deal—a 99-debt contract. I have to either obey him or be abandoned 99 times. After that, the debt will be cleared. Every time he goes on a date with some high-society socialite, he'll toss another insanely expensive piece of jewelry into my safe. In just two short years after turning 18, I've accumulated 96 diamonds in my safe, each one marking the 96 times he's cast me aside. One day, his fiancee, Elena Harrington, sends me a provocative email. "Dearest Isabelle, Leon and I are finalizing the wedding invitations. Do you think velvet with gold foil or matte leather would be more elegant? The ceremony's early next month. Can't wait to see you there! Love, Elena." Right after that, Leon calls, asking me to pack his bags for the summit in Parienne tomorrow. I simply send the wedding gift I've prepared in advance—a seven-figure emerald necklace—straight to his darling Elena without any words. That night, Leon returns to the apartment and finds out what I've done. He praises me for being considerate. Late into the night, he pulls me into his arms with rare tenderness. Nothing is left between us; no clothes, no holding back. He whispers that he wants to give me a special kind of reward, one that only I can carry. Somehow, Elena discovers my pregnancy. She stands on the balcony of Vincent Estate, screaming like her life depends on it. "Leon, I'm begging you! Don't let her have that baby! If you do, I'll jump!" The cold and proud Leon begs me, for the first time, to get rid of the baby. Everyone at the party awaits my breakdown, but I just smile softly and nod. "Alright. I will." He whispers in my ear, "Our marriage is just a business arrangement. I don't even like her. Once we're divorced, I'll give you another baby." What he fails to realize is that it was never in my plans to keep this one. There are only three more times left before I pay off this life debt from when he pulled me out of that fire all those years ago. After the 99th time, I board a ship bound for Azara to join a medical research mission. From that moment on, my life will be mine alone to live for.

When Naomi Sullivan married me, she was already ten million dollars in debt. I spent the last five years working three jobs to help her pay off her "debts" while providing for her as well as our son, Shane Lewis. Not once did I ever complain about anything. All along, I firmly believed that my efforts would pay off, and we would eventually lead a good life together. Last week, our company finally secured a massive investment. Naomi and I hugged as we celebrated the occasion. I thought that the hard times were finally over. Today, I ended up seeing Naomi featured in the financial news. Dressed in a formal gown, she was hailed as the sole heiress to a multi-billion-dollar empire. She was shown engaged in an animated conversation with her "investor", Jared Lewis. The news headline read, "Naomi Sullivan Completes Five-Year Adversity Trial, Proves Her Ability to Build from Scratch to the Board of Directors". I trudge home in a daze. When I get there, the five-year-old Shane is playing with the latest limited-edition toy robot. He looks at me with a frosty, distant expression that bears an uncanny resemblance to his mother's. "Mommy told me everything. You failed the trial, Daddy. You care too much about money."

Tall, dark, and gorgeous with cobalt-blue eyes. It doesn’t hurt that he’s the billionaire owner of the resort we’re staying at. And all of it is just what I needed for my celebration weekend after graduating with my master’s. It’s our last girls’ weekend before my friends and I go our separate ways, and it’s going to happen with a bang. Literally. Hopefully. It would be a first. The desire was to keep things casual, but our connection is far too deep for that. Him being ex-military and me being an Army brat. The rules we each set up are shattered thanks to the raging passion between us. But eventually, I have to go home. What I never expected in a million years was that he might follow me. Enough swimming in the shallow end of the pool. We’re diving in deep.

เธอ : คงไม่ผิดมั้ง หากจะเก็บผู้ชายไว้ใกล้ตัวสักคน เขา : อยากเป็นเด็กเลี้ยงของสาวที่อายุมากกว่า ‘ภาสกร’ คิดว่าเจ้านายเก่าของตนเป็นผู้หญิงที่เจ้าระเบียบ เย็นชาเหมือนเจ้าหญิงน้ำแข็ง ทว่าเขาเมื่อได้เห็นความอ่อนแอของเธอแล้วอยากกอดปลอบชะมัด ‘พนิดา’ ต้องการข้อมูลในการเขียนงานของตัวเอง แต่มันเป็นเรื่องเรต ยี่สิบบวก ที่เธอดันไม่ถนัดเอาเสียเลย งานนี้ยังไงก็ต้องมีตัวช่วย

Philippines, 2021. Leticia Lopez doesn’t want to be touch. Hindi dahil sa nandidiri siya. In fact, it was the opposite. Her language of love was physical touch, but refrained from doing it to someone. Iyon ay dahil sa kadahilanang ang sinumang taong mahawakan o hahawak sa kanya ay magkakaroon ng memories sa past life nito. Accidentally, she was touched by Andro Villar, ang campus crush ng San Benedicto University. Natakot siya sa maaring mangyari sa lalaki, but the the man did not believe na may kakayahan siyang ganoon. Until para ng baliw si Andro. He kept on saying na ito raw si Felipe Gutierrez who was writer, poet, and lawyer during the Spanish regime. Humingi ito ng tulong sa kanya at dahil na rin sa awa para sa lalaki, she tried to help him. Philippines, 1570s. Letica had successfully traveled back in time. During the Spanish regime, she met Samuel, the rogue werewolf who was looking for his father. Soon she is deeply entangled not only in helping Andro but in the life of Samuel as well. Is it possible that she has caused more harm than good?

When Asher Terrell's family crumbled into bankruptcy, I stood steadfast by his side. We lived in a dank basement, where I toiled through three jobs to help clear their crushing debts. He bounced back and proposed, promising me a true home. Three years into our marriage, I discovered the deed to our house bore the name of his first love. "This is what I owe her," he confessed. Swallowing my pain, I nodded and pushed forward a photo from back when we were crammed in that basement, with a whole table piled high with debt notices. "You've paid your debt to her with our house," I said. "But what about the debt you owe me?"