Hunger Games Arena Clothes

The day I win the cheerleading championship, the entire arena erupts with cheers for my team. But from the stands, my brother, Nelson Locke, hurls a water bottle straight at me. "You injured Felicia's leg before the performance just so you could win first place? She has leukemia, Victoria! Her dying wish is to become a champion. Yet you tripped her before the competition, all for a trophy! You're selfish. I don't have a sister like you!" My fiance, who also happens to be the sponsor of the competition, steps onto the stage with a cold expression and announces, "You tested positive for illegal substances. You don't deserve this title. You're disqualified." All the fans turn against me. They boycott me entirely—some even go so far as to create a fake memorial portrait of me, print it, and send it to my doorstep. I quietly keep the photo. I'll probably need it soon anyway. It's been three years since I was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor. Knowing I don't have much time left, I choose to become the type of person they always wanted me to be—the perfect sister who loves without question, the well-mannered woman who knows when to keep quiet, and the kind of person who never, ever lies.

I was finally pregnant after three years of marriage. I was going to head to where my husband works with a lunchbox in my hand to tell him the good news. But I ended up being mistaken as a mistress by his secretary. She dumped the food I had prepared on my head, stripped my clothes off, and continued to hit me until I had a miscarriage. “You’re just a servant. How dare you seduce Mr. Gates and bear his child? “Today, I’ll make sure you suffer the consequences of being a mistress!” She then went to my husband asking for a reward. “Mr. Gates, I took care of a servant who wanted to seduce you. How are you going to reward me?”

I was bleeding out in a corner after a hit from a rival family. My husband, Dante—the Torrino family’s underboss—was in his car, holding his best friend's little sister. He gave me one cold look and said, "Leave her. She's a nobody." Later, after someone else saved me, I walked home, soaked in my own blood. I found Dante cradling Seraphina, fussing over her. All she had was a scraped knee. The blood covering my clothes? He didn't even see it. I just watched. Said nothing. Then I pulled out my phone and called my mother. "Mom, I need to come home."

“I think you’ll find out soon enough, Seraphina, that I’m not one to take no for an answer.” I don’t flinch when he steps closer. My eyes shut against their will as I tried to swallow the anger running through my veins at his words. “Certainly not orders from daddy's gi—” Slap! ***** When Seraphina is forced into a marriage with Lazaro to secure peace between their feuding families, sparks fly—both of desire and destruction. Lazaro doesn’t believe in love, only in possession. Seraphina refuses to be owned. As enemies close in and secrets unravel, the line between hatred and hunger blurs. -----

Imagine being kidnapped; being held hostage; being threatened with hunger and violence; surviving with unknown people. Imagine finding a connection, finding love in that oh so terrible prison. Imagine being loved by that love. Imagine being lost, torn away from that love; slapped back to the reality of your fate. Imagine being tortured; the pain not mostly from your own torture, but from the knowledge that the love was somewhere else, somewhere close but far; also being tortured. Imagine your whole life being questioned, threatened to be a lie. Imagine that love being questioned. Imagine being alone. Imagine Love In Bondage.

Gwapo, simpatiko at kilalang magaling na negosyante. Sino nga bang babae ang hindi maghahangad na paibigin ang isang Gabriel Villaflor? Bukod kasi sa kagwapuhan nito, ito rin ang nagmamay ari ng kilalang pagawaan ng ilang fashion trends clothes sa bansa. Mayaman man pero naipagkasundo na itong ipakasal sa anak ng matalik na kaibigan ng pamilya, kay Irish No. Kabaligtaran ng ideal girl n'ya, at kahit pa sa panaginip ay hindi ito ang tipo n'yang babae. May mabubuo kayang pag-ibig sa pagitan nila? Kung maging ang dalaga ay hindi rin s'ya ang pinapangarap nitong makasama?

THE ALPHA'S DRAGON "Can I help you sir? or would you also like to ride, rough and hard" She was fire born. He was bred to conquer. When the Alpha of Tungsten Pack finds a wounded half-dragon woman with the centaurs, his boring life changed sporadically. Valia’s scent burns through his control, her body a challenge his wolf cannot ignore. But claiming her means war. A wrestle between duty and desire. In a world where power is survival, their hunger could either save them… or burn the world to ash. The Alpha’s Dragon; A dark, erotic fantasy where fate is dangerous, desire is divine, and power consumes.

Natasha stumbled upon a strange-looking man that was killing someone on the side of the road. She was witnessing something she couldn't imagine. The guy was half-wolf, half-human. To her fear, she runs away. But the man noticed her and smelled her scent, so he followed Natasha. But unfortunately for Natasha, the man catches her. As the man hovered over her, she noticed how beautiful his half-human form was, captivated by its eyes. She was about to touch him when suddenly a loud alarm woke her up. It was all just a dream. Natasha chose to go to school, dismissing her nightmare. Later on, Nathan Jones Davis walked in and was introduced. He soon joins the class and sits in front of Natasha. When Natasha first saw him, she felt like she saw the man before until she realized he looks like the man that turned half-wolf in her dream. She felt this weird tingling sensation that made her shiver whenever she looked at Nathan. She avoided him ever since. One day, she's changing her clothes for physical education when a bunch of cheerleaders stole her clothes, and she is forced to stay in the bathroom, . When she tried to go out, she saw Nathan and the cheerleader making out in the bathroom. The cheerleader grabbed her phone and was about to take pictures to humiliate Natasha when Nathan stopped helped Natasha instead.  Because of sudden events, they soon go out, and Nathan takes her virginity. One day, Nathan was absent from school, and she thought he had ditched her. He soon returns to her relief, but something is odd about him. His face didn't change, but his words and actions were different from the way it was before. One thought was formulating inside her head. That's not Nathan.

***This is the third book in the series*** I lost the girl, the love of my life. I lost my family. Now I’m lost. I thought after the war for Riocht, life would get back to normal. I was so very, very wrong. Kellen, now King of the werewolves, thought after Lamia and Mathias claimed the throne and became the King and Queen of shifters, life would go on as normal. That he would rule his kingdom and search for his own mate and live happily ever after. There was still so much to do. He still hadn’t completely taken control of his position as King, leaving his father’s Beta and Delta in charge. Kingdoms and packs still needed to be repaired; he still needed to be officially crowned. And he still needed to grieve the death of his parents. Kellen wakes up to find himself on a boat, going to Goddess knows where and the last thing he remembers is saying goodbye to Lamia and heading home with Mike. When he finds himself in a strange land, sold to a bloody thirsty Alpha and his deranged Luna, for their packs entertainment, his title, means nothing. A man who cares only for three things; the games, the money, and blood; the more shed the better. While Lamia and Mike search for him on the wrong continent Kellen is thrust into the Gladiator games. Kellen fights for his survival and the lives of many, including one beautiful girl who has captured his heart and has been promised to another as their chosen mate. Can Kellen survive the Gladiator games when the odds are stacked against him, save the people and claim the mate the moon goddess promised him? **This is book 3 in The Delta's Daughter series**

On the day of my wedding anniversary, I was cleaning my house when I found a picture album. As it turned out, my husband had been religiously taking pictures with the girl of his dreams every year on this precise date. He had been doing it since he was forty years old and he was now sixty years old. His hair had progressed from a jet black to a faded white and yet, he kept up the tradition. There was a written message in his handwriting at the back of the picture that read, “Eternal Love.” Since he doesn't love me, I will no longer bother washing his clothes and cooking for him. I will no longer care for his children and grandchildren. I may have foolishly wasted half of my life, but it was not too late to make a change.