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Elaine May Velordi was born in United States but she was originally a Filipino. She was raised like a princess by her billionaire parents. One day, she asked for them to let her go back to the Philippines and continue her studies there for at least two years. In the Philippines, Elaine pretended as a poor girl. She enrolled in Vida Elegante Akademya. There, she met Kyle David Vida Mejer. Kyle and Elaine fell in love with each other but it seems like the world is going against them. Everyone thought that they were mismatched, Kyle was rich and Elaine was known as the poorest girl in the campus. Will Elaine expose her true identity and shake off all those bitches who keeps on flirting to Kyle? Or she will remain pretending like a poor girl and make Kyle prove that he really loves her despite of their situation?

“What do you want from me, Don? I'm your wife.” My voice trembled as the reality of what Alessandro might do to me settled in like a forest fog. “Exactly what I should get knowing how talented your mother was.” He growled, not sounding at all like the man I loved, while he unzipped his dress pants. Sure, I wanted to get laid but not like this. ~~~ To Don Alessandro Moretti, Elena is nothing more than a tool of vengeance. The daughter of the woman who once shattered his father’s empire. But what Alessandro doesn’t know is this: The amnesiac woman he married is no lamb—she's the top assassin and hacker of a phantom organisation. And when her memories return… All hell will break loose.

No clue what kind of karma got me stuck with William Wilde as my roommate. College was supposed to be chill, finally some freedom. But with him? It felt like SAT season all over again. I gamed, he hit the books. I went out, he grinded certs. I tried everything to mess with his groove. Then one day, he looked up and went, "Isaac, do you like me?"

Oliver Reed was never treated like a son-in-law by the Connors. Instead, he was treated like a loser maid, considering his orphanage background. He was then set up by the Connors so he could be exiled from them. Little did he know, his long-lost family had found him and turned his life around in an instant. Follow his journey as he plots revenge on the Connors, with his family as support.

The love that I knew wasn't like the ones written in a book. It wasn't beautiful and magical. It doesn't bring butterflies in my stomach and it doesn't make me feel special. It doesn't feel like home, I do not feel secure. It does not make me feel safe and worthy. The love that I experience doesn't feel like love. I'm not really sure if it is love because it made me doubt, insecure and made me feel unloved. And all I experienced was pain. No it was torture. To see him love someone else when all I could do is to love him and let him love her. Now I don't know if I could ever love someone else, after him.

Tonight, we will claim you as our mate,” “Are y'all crazy? It's one at a time, now get in line boys.” The domineering triplet Lycan princes had never imagined they would meet a woman like Isabella Green, a She-Wolf with many secrets. Women fell at their feet in pathetic, begging heaps but she was nothing like that. This woman who was supposed to be nothing but an unknowing sacrifice to the moon goddess taunted them…tested them making their deeply rooted desires to claim her for themselves would overwhelm every fiber of their being entangling all of them in a web of passionate obsession as they scramble for her affections. Will Isabella be able to open her heart and heal from her past betrayals or will her thirst for revenge consume everything in its wake? “Be careful, I’m like a reckless flame…” “Then burn us.”

Sofia believed that love meant sacrifice. She gave her heart, her body, and even her future to the man she married. But the day she gave birth—bleeding, terrified, begging for help—she realized love was never supposed to hurt like this. Her baby was taken. Her cries were ignored. Her body felt like it was dying, and the only person who was supposed to protect her stood across the room… with another woman in his arms. Her mother-in-law tried to strangle her. Her husband told her to pack up or find her own way home—like she was nothing. But Sofia isn’t done. Not yet. She may be broken. She may be grieving. But she’s still breathing. And now, she has nothing left to lose.

Brie never believed in mates—especially not in the cold, ruthless Alpha Alex, her power-hungry mate. But fate shows her his true colors in the cruelest way possible. She walks in on him sleeping with one of the palace mais. Betrayed, humiliated, and determined to keep her honor as a warrior, Brie runs. The woods should have swallowed her whole. Instead, they threw her to the rogues. And just when death came close, three Alphas saved her. The Alpha triplets of the Obsidian Fang pack. They were dominant, fierce and strong. Everything she had been warned to fear… yet everything her body ignited for. Now, Brie finds herself breaking every rule she swore to live by. Because in their arms, claiming feels like craving. And craving feels like surrender. And surrender… feels like destiny

Warning – 18+ Only This story is full of raw passion, steamy romance, and tantalizing tension. By turning these pages, you confirm you are 18 or older and ready to be seduced by a world of pleasure, desire, and temptation. Read responsibly… welcome to an erotic world. He touched her in ways she didn’t understand but craved. Every movement, every kiss, every whisper made her shiver. His hands slid down her gown and tore off her panties. Spreading her legs as his face went straight to her pussy like he was starving. And goodness, that was just the beginning His tongue hit her like a rocket She screamed like a slut… She never knew she could scream like that. She had never been with anyone like him. She didn’t know what she was doing… but somehow, that didn’t matter. He took control, and she allowed him to. His tongue didn't just lick, it devoured her pussy, slowly and deep. Like he was memorizing every part of her body. “Fuck..” She cried her nails dug deep into the leather seat of the car, her legs shaking as he spread them wider shoving his two fingers into her without hesitation. After a brutal breakup that left her questioning her worth, Isabella Hart swore she’d never let another man make her feel small again. Her ex’s final words still echoed in her head... that she couldn’t satisfy him, that she didn’t even know what real pleasure was. So when a night out to forget turns into something wild, reckless, and unforgettable, Izzy doesn’t think... she just feels. One stranger. One night. One taste of what it means to lose control. He was dominant, commanding, intoxicating… and she never even got his name.

“You fucking bitch, I told you to stay here, and I will think about what I can do for you to not assassinate you, but you're just being a bitch” He yelled and turn my back like always I did whenever I was punished by a stick. "Bitch” He yelled throwing stick after stick, I felt my body turn numb getting to continue beating. “This time I won't let it go easily” He yelled, tearing my cloth. My body jerked back, his cold hand roamed my back. “I teach you today what happens when you just disobey my single command,” He said, turning me, removing a thin cloth from my body. "No, Liam" I screamed. “Why, It was always meant to be mine. Right?” His face had an evil smirk on. “Please no, Liam. Not like that…” I whispered, hugging myself with my hand hiding my naked self from his burning eyes. “No Amber… This will only happen like this, You fucking bitch tried to deceive me” He said, taking a fistful of my hair with enough grip to make me cry. “I won't do that again, Promise,” I said showing him my pinky finger like always we seal our promise. “Amber…” He sighed, like controlling himself. “Promise…” He said, taking my pinky finger with his finger. “This time promise will be sealed with my way baby” He smirked, bending my pinky finger. His eyes were like some beast that just want to hurt someone so badly. Author Note : This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Update on weekends