Ikaw Ang Hinahanap Ko

[ Warning: This book contains 18+ explicit scenes, slavery, abuse , blood and few contents of reverse harem] “You want to run wild?” He asked, his eyes blazing in rage. I could utter no word in front of his suffocating demeanor. He shook his head and shouted at me again,” Your silence irritates me even more, Eva!” At this moment, I could no longer let him keep insulting me. I love him, but this is too much for me to tolerate. I got closer to Brendon and sadistically questioned,” my silence annoys you, huh?” He kept quiet. “My weakness annoys you. Even my existence annoys you. Is there anything else about me that annoys you?” Tears rolled down my cheeks as I felt my heart crushing into pieces. Before I could say anything else, I was pulled into an intense kiss. Brendon’s possessiveness overwhelmed me, and I couldn’t help but close my eyes to his passionate romance. **** In the era of werewolves, other beings were suppressed by their existence. Eva is a werewolf who doesn’t know her origins. She no longer has a link with her wolf side, making her the prey of blood traders. Brendon, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, has been tracking and hunting members that are active in the blood trade. During one of his raids, he happened to save Eva and brought her with him to do her treatment. However, he hadn’t thought that Eva would turn out to be his mate.

This story takes place in the esteemed Heaven and Hell, following Ashton Caliel (age 8-23) the caring, handsome King of Heaven, in his journey from only a prince to the leader of his vast kingdom. At the age of 8, the narrator shows the final moments before Ashton's princely training truly begins, bringing any childhood experiences to a halt. After a brief brush with an icy death, he spends his final free moments in front of the family fireplace. We skip time to the age of 18, Ashton training with his personal guard and close friend Matt (28). This was the day his father and current king was to sign another peace treaty with the King of Hell. Out of curiosity he took a peak at the demon king and came to find Damien Umbra (23-28) sultry, charismatic and flirty king of Hell. They did not officially meet at this time despite locking eyes as the demon laid an ominous future on the angel king. Very soon the prince would take the throne. After a second encounter with the demon king that resulted in heavy flirting, much to the new kings surprise, they had not met again for weeks. A single gift led the king to make a secret visit to Hell to interrogate the other king. During this visit Damien plays off his interest in the angel as only a fun game. This is to go on for years with only brief visits and gifts, causing the angel king to slowly fall for Damien in the process. Damien visits Ashton in the night, leaving a small gift for the angel to wake up to. Ashton is to accept this gift, but the council of angels in heaven give him trouble when they are to find out about this secret relationship.

After the car accident, one of the Johnson sons was dead and the other gravely injured. When my devout, devoted husband woke up in the hospital, he called out, "Dorothy." He claimed that his body then held the soul of his brother, Elias Johnson. I went mad, calling doctors, priests, anyone I could, desperate to bring my husband back. It was not until that night that I overheard his conversation with our son: "Father, you've loved aunt for years. You even kept yourself chaste in your private prayer room, waiting. Now, finally, you can be with her openly." The man in the bed reached out to stroke our son's hair. "If it weren't to stop your mother from destroying her relationship, I wouldn't have married her." I hid in the shadows, still reeling from their words, when I saw what happened after our son left. The husband I had always known, icy, composed, and ascetic to maintain his devout faith for seven years, was then holding his sister-in-law close on that tiny hospital bed, sharing a warmth meant for lovers. The next day, I applied for Jim Johnson's death certificate and burned our marriage certificate. At his grand wedding, I climbed aboard the helicopter sent to fetch me. However, my once-cold husband went mad, chasing after us down several streets, desperate and unhinged.

Anna Walton hasn't had an easy life, but that all changes when she applies to be the caretaker for Jack Weston. The last member of a wealthy family with a rare mental illness. Each day Jack believes he is a different person, but one thing remains constant: his lust for Anna. His loyal caretaker, she fulfills his every need, but after each night she's left wondering: will she ever really know this stranger in her bed?

In the small kingdom of Satia, a momentous announcement was made - Princess Mia had been declared the next in line for the throne. However, there was a catch - the kingdom's rules stated that in order to become queen, the princesses must first be married. For centuries, the tradition had been for the parents to select potential noble candidates from all over the nation. But Princess Mia was determined to change this law by finding a way around it. Just as she was plotting her next move, a golden opportunity presented itself in the form of Anisel, who had his sights set on the throne. With the help of some allies, he managed to transform his image from a kingdom's fugitive to a "noble" worthy of the princess's hand. However, they soon realized that they were facing a challenge they had not anticipated - falling in love. Would their desires for power and control overshadow their feelings for each other, or would love conquer all and become everything they had ever dreamed of? Only time would tell.

My husband of five years turned out to be the long-lost heir of the Rhys mafia family. On the day he was brought back into the family, he took our son by the hand and walked toward a million-dollar luxury car with Isla, his childhood sweetheart. Then, frowning slightly, he said to me, “Hazel, I’m only taking Isla and our son with me. You stay here for now. Once I’ve secured my footing in the Rhys family, I’ll come back for you.” I nodded calmly and accepted his arrangement without protest. I knew that even if I forced my way back with him, it wouldn’t end well. In my previous life, I cried and insisted on going with him. Left with no choice, Sam brought me back to the family. However, it wasn’t long before Isla framed me, accusing me of leaking the Rhys mafia family's secrets. According to family rules, I was sentenced to death. When the verdict was carried out, my son shouted at me with reddened eyes. “I hate you! If you hadn’t insisted on coming back, I wouldn’t have had a traitor for a mother! I would’ve had a better mom a long time ago!” In that instant, my heart gave out. Reborn to the moment before my husband reclaimed his identity, I chose to let go without hesitation this time, no longer standing in the way of the happiness he and our son wanted.

One heart is broken and one heart is just finding for lust and heat, the two of them met in an unexpected place—wherein the undeniably insane connection and lust between them started. *** Eura Vegaz was a widow for two years. After her husband’s unexpected death she found it hard to fix her broken self. She decided to have a trip to gather herself again. Then, she found herself in El Paraiso, a small town with breathtaking beauty. El Paraiso was ruled by the Saldieguez, from politics to business. Her path crossed to the CEO of Nirvana Hotel and the youngest of Saldieguez named Luther. In Paradise Club, where all fantasies happened, the two of them had an agreement—to be “Strangers with Benefits”. With Eura being a brokenhearted widow and Luther as a troublesome playboy CEO, will things work between the both of them? Will the “Strangers with Benefits” contract between them work? Because the both of them know, at the end of the day . . . they’re just strangers to each other.

Daphne Yildiz's life seems playful as she meets twins Craig and Cara White. Because of the past, she was allegedly running away, and she was forced to hold on to the knife and accept the twins' offer to her. She will marry Craig in exchange for her education and safety in the hands of the people looking for her. Soon she falls for Craig because of his kindness, but she doesn't know why the man doesn't seem to look at her as a woman. She is left frustrated by Craig's lack of affection until she gets close to Cara and forms a romance that shouldn't be. In the end, who weighs more, the first man who made her heart beat or its sister who made her so crazy in love?

Connor Lockwood abandons me at the hospital's entrance even though I'm bleeding in the middle of my pregnancy. He insists on sending his client, a divorcée, home. The blood flows down my legs, but he hurries off without another look back. He should've been at the hospital and by my side, but instead, I see him in his client's social media update. It's captioned, "Thank goodness for my wonderful lawyer. Do you know who gets to have hangover soup when they're drunk? Me!" I spend the rest of the night wide awake. The following morning, I calmly dial a number. "Dad, I've made up my mind. I'll return home in three days to take over the company."

When I was seven years old, a handsome man Mom brought home gave me a box of mangoes. That day, Dad watched me happily eating the mangoes as he signed his name on the divorce agreement. Then, he jumped to his death. From that day on, mangoes became a lifelong nightmare for me. So, on our wedding day, I told my wife, Irene Johnson, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." She held me without saying a word. From that moment on, mangoes became forbidden for her as well. … On the fifth Christmas Eve after we got married, Irene's childhood sweetheart, Steven Carter, placed a mango on her desk. That same day, she announced that she was cutting ties with him and fired him from the company. That day, I felt that she was the woman destined for me. ... Six months later, I return from overseas after closing a billion-dollar deal. At the celebration dinner, Irene hands me a drink. After I drink half of it, Steven, the man who was kicked out of the company, stands behind me and grins. "Is the mango juice good?" he asks. I look at Irene in disbelief, but she is holding back a laugh. "Don't be mad. Steve insisted I play a joke on you. I didn't give you a mango, just a bottle of its juice. "But I think Steve is right. There's something wrong with you for not eating mangoes. Look at how much you enjoyed it just now!" she says. I keep a cold expression, raise my hand, and splash the remaining mango juice onto her face. Then, I turn and walk away. Some things are never a joke. Mangoes aren't, and neither is my decision to divorce.