Hot Game

Matinding galit ang naramdaman ni Detective Marga Castro nang mahuli ang sariling ina na may relasyon sa boyfriend niyang si Dominic Mendoza. Para sa kanya, iyon ang pinakamalaking kataksilan na hindi niya kailanman mapapatawad. Sa isang iglap, gumuho ang mundo niya—ang ina niyang pinagkatiwalaan at ang lalaking minahal niya, parehong nagtraydor sa kanya. Umalis siya sa bahay nang walang direksyon, puno ng poot at hinanakit, hanggang sa isang aksidenteng kinasangkutan niya ang nagbago ng lahat. Nasagasaan siya ng isang lalaking kalaunan ay malalaman niyang si Dr. Oliver Mendoza—ang ama ng ex niya. Isang sikat ngunit kilalang malupit na surgeon. Habang nagpapagaling sa bahay ng doktor, naisip ni Marga ang isang mapanganib na plano. Gagantihan niya si Dominic sa pinakamasakit na paraan—sa pamamagitan ng pag-akit sa sariling ama nito. Alam niyang delikado, alam niyang mali, pero sa isip niya, ito ang hustisyang karapat-dapat sa kaniya. Ngunit habang isinasagawa niya ang plano, natuklasan ni Marga ang panig ni Dr. Mendoza na hindi niya inaasahan. Sa likod ng malamig na anyo at mapait na nakaraan, nakita niya ang isang lalaking marunong magmahal at marunong umintindi—isang lalaking unti-unti niyang minahal sa kabila ng lahat ng kasinungalingan. Paghihiganti ang plano, pag-ibig ang naging kapalit. Ipagpatuloy ba ni Marga ang paghihiganti o ipaglalaban ang pag-ibig na hindi kailanman dapat umusbong? Dahil kapag lumabas ang katotohanan, hindi lang puso niya ang mawawasak—pati ang tanging taong natutunan niyang mahalin.

I was his one weakness. Don Alex, the king of New York. And I was his queen. But days before our child was due, I was thrown into the Dockside Deathmatch—a cruel game broadcast for the underground world’s entertainment. The bullets flew, hidden traps lay in wait, and my every terrified, pathetic attempt to survive was broadcast live on giant screens. Then, I heard his second-in-command on the loudspeaker. "Boss, your wife's about to pop. You sure you wanna be here?" I froze. Alex was here? A moment later, a woman’s sugary voice dripped through the speakers. "Forget that bitch. Alex told me the only thing that mattered today was being here with me. Right, honey?" It was Scarlett. The Chicago Outfit's princess. Alex's childhood sweetheart from Chicago, a woman he had always pampered and shown a distinct bias towards. He had turned down her advances for years, but he never refused her whims. Today, she was in a bad mood and insisted on watching the deathmatch, so he was here to keep her company. I screamed for Alex, begged him for help, but he was convinced I was an assassin in disguise. Because Scarlett laughed and said the game needed to be more exciting. So he pressed the button. Vicious patrol dogs hunted me. My water broke, mixing with blood on the ground. I was in agony. The game hit its climax as more dogs and gunmen closed in from all sides. Everyone was betting on who would be the next to die. Alex smiled, his voice a low, careless drawl, "I’ll bet on that filthy pregnant woman to die." He didn't know the truth until I bled out on an operating table, our child dead with me. They say the ruthless Godfather shattered. Broke completely.

It's my first day undercover at my future husband's dessert shop, and chaos walks in with fake lashes and two-inch nails. "I want an ice cream. Heated." I paused. "Just checking... You want your ice cream hot?" She gave me a look like I'd failed kindergarten. "Yes. Hot ice cream. Are you slow?" Deep breath. Zen mode. Customer-first service smile. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Ice cream has to stay frozen, or it just turns into—well... milk. If you want something warm, we have hot tea or coffee." "I'm pregnant!" she screeched. "Pregnant women crave weird things! Plus, my doctor said I can't eat anything cold! Are you trying to kill my baby and me? Is that what this is?!" People started turning their heads. Fantastic. A whole audience. I kept my voice low. "Ma'am, I can refund you." She suddenly smacked the counter, knocking the scanner sideways. Her nails shot past my face like tiny knives. "What kind of attitude is that?! A pathetic cashier talking back to me? I'll call my husband and get you fired!" Then, she leaned in like she was about to reveal a royal bloodline. "Guess what? I'm the boss's wife." I blinked. If that was true, I really needed to stop thinking about helping my boyfriend to open 3,000 franchise stores.

"I love you, I really really do~ please marry me" I closed my eyes in fear as I kneeled in front of the devil itself who had his hands warped around the female lead. The next thing I knew I stood in the wedding hall wearing the white suit while in front of the Villain itself putting the ring on my finger. "Now I declare you as husband and hu-husband? you may kill your husband" It was supposed to be a straight Otome game where I was supposed to be dead while saving the FL. But here and I married to the villain itself. "WHEN DID IT TURN INTO BL?" I don't own the cover as I just did the editing of the art and credit goes to its owner

Warning: Mature Content ‼️ Siya si Tanya Medrado pangarap niyang makapag-trabaho isa sa sikat na construction firm sa bansa ang LS Construction.Nag-apply siya dito pagkatapos niyang pumasa sa board exam.Natanggap naman siya bilang architect ng kompanya. Isa namang family driver ang tatay niya sa mayamang pamilya.Mapagbiro din ang tadhana minsan ng malaman niyang ang hot CEO ng kumpanyang pinagtrabahuan niya ay siya din palang amo ng kanyang tatay.Mabait ito sa tatay niya.Pinakitaan din siya nito ng kabutihan kaya hindi niya maiwasang mahulog ang loob niya sa kanyang boss. Kaya niya pa bang magmahal kung kabilaan naman ang mga babaeng nasa mataas na antas ang na lilink dito. Ano ang laban niya sa mga ito kung isang hamak lamang siyang empleyado.

THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE FEATURING DARK CONTENT AND MORALLY AMBIGUOUS CHARACTERS. Peyton has been in her marriage, enduring the pain of watching Odin, her husband, flirt and cheat in the guise of an open marriage—a decision he made without her agreement. She hit a dead end when Odin broke the number one rule: bringing one of his flings to their home, their bed. That's when she made an impulsive decision—cheat and not feel guilty. He wants her to get a boyfriend? No, she'd do him one better. One night, that's all it took, and the next day she finds herself tangled with her husband's brother. Axel—He's a live wire, pure mischief and untamed. He doesn't just give Peyton what she's been starved of; he ignites a fire she didn't know she had, making her crave the wild freedom only he offers. With Axel, it's not just a fling; it's an explosion of everything forbidden. Raphael—A little unhinged? More like a master of controlled chaos. He's the kind of man who sears himself into your soul, leaving an unforgettable mark deep in your memories. Raphael doesn't just flip a switch in your brain; he rewires it entirely, making you question every sane choice you've ever made. Ready to dive deeper into Peyton's dangerous game?

After months of hoping, Camilla’s IVF journey finally succeeded—she was pregnant. But her joy shattered the moment she walked in on her husband with another woman. And the shock didn’t end there because the children growing inside her were not her husband’s. They belonged to Valerio Alcázar, a ruthless billionaire who would stop at nothing to protect his empire. “I can handle this on my own. I don’t need your protection!” Camilla snapped. “And yet you keep putting yourself in danger. Not with our twins inside you,” he replied. He wants control. She wants freedom. Neither will back down. But when danger closes in, Camilla realizes the man she fears may be the only one who can keep her and her unborn children safe. Will she outwit the dangerous billionaire or will he control everything she holds dear?

The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”

He was a Kung Fu head trainer, who was framed by his two trainees in a rape and murder case of Clushia, a female trainee, who was obsessed with him. He was convicted and brought to the maximum penal institution called the 'Hellhole', for no prisoner got out of it alive. In one of the prisoners’ riots, he was forced to fight to defend himself but ended up killing another prisoner. He was put to an oubliette. Unknown to him, that oubliette is the door to an underground city, with an arena for the so-called “Game of Fangs and Death” by the Alpha Pharoah. The game is for five nights. If he wins, he will be given a free pass leading to a secret passage, away from the 'Hellhole'. Could there be an escape for him from the 'Hellhole'? Could his heart find an escape from the Alpha Pharoah's daughter, who has a lot of similarities to Clushia? It was like, Clushia had been born again through her. Would suddenly his never known powerful blood and lineage eventually help him escape from his death?

I was always sick as a kid. My parents were desperate. They’d try anything. So they got me a bunch of "guardian angels." Next thing I know, I'm set up and tossed into a horror game. Turns out, Medusa is my godmother. The ghost girl? My childhood playmate. And the final boss, a vampire? He's my fiancé. The first time we met, I was in a blind panic. I tripped and fell right onto his chiseled chest. "Oh—I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking—" I gasped, looking up at him. The words tumbled out in a rush. "And you're really handsome—but I didn't mean to fall on you! I have a heart condition!" The boss let out a laugh. He wiped the blood from his hands and swept me up into his arms. "Don't you worry," he purred, his voice dangerously smooth. "As your fiancé, I promise... I'll fix you right up."