In The Lap Of Luxury

17 year old Skyla Doughty, falls for 19 year old Caeleb War, after meeting him through her father’s wheat farm that is run by her older brother.

Hindi akalain ni Adela na masisira ang buhay niya nang isang gabi lang dahil sa pagpinagkakatiwalaan niyang kaibigan. AT ang masalimuot na gabing iyon ay ang gabing makikila niya si Desmond Kyle Aviel Monarco ang kinatatakutan at pinaka makapangyarihan sa larangan nang negosyo at isa sa mga mayayamang tao. pilit niyang kinakalimutan ito, kahit halos gabi gabi itong bumabalik sa mga alaala niya, Ngunit paano niya gagawin iyon kung kahit saan siya magpunta ay nagkikita sila, Sa bawat pagkikita nila ay sinusunggaban siya nang halik, mga halik na lalong nagpapgagulo sa puso at isipan niya, sa bawat haplos nito ang nagpapadingas nuoh ng init ng katawan niya. Inaangkin siyang pag aari nito, pilit man niya na iwasan ito ay lagi siya nitong nahahanap. "Where do you think your going baby hmmm" Saad niya sa akin na ikinaatras ko, madilim ang mga mata nitong nakatitig sa akin, umiigting ang tulisan nitong mga panga. "K-Kailangan ko nang bumalik sa trabaho ko" Sagot ko rito na ikinaatras ko na lalo naman nitong ikinalapit sa akin. "Are you avoiding me?" Madiin niyang saad sa akin na ikinaatras ko pa, malamig na pader na ang naramdaman ko sa likod ko. Itinokod nito ang isang kamay nito sa pader sa gilid ko, langhap na langhap ko ang pabango at amoy nitong alak sa bibig niya. Bago pa ako makapagreact ay sinunggaban niya agad ako nang halik, may dahas ang bawat halik niya pilit niyang ipinapasok roon ang dila niya sa bibig ko na napagtagumpayan niya. "Hmmmppp" daing ko na pilit siyang tinutulak, pinakawalan niya ang labi ko, hingal na hingal kami dahil sa halik "Don't you ever try to avoiding me or else i'll make you cry harder, screaming and begging like no mercy" madiin niyan sabi sa akin,na iniwan akong tulala at may kaba.

Aire was a survivor—until the person she trusted most turned her into a memory. Betrayed and left for dead in the cold shadows of the city’s underworld, Aire’s story should have ended there. Instead, she wakes up years later in a world that has moved on without her. With her memories returning in jagged, painful flashes, Aire realizes she’s been given the ultimate second chance. But the streets are meaner now, and her killer, Trevon, is sitting on the throne she helped him build. To take him down, she’ll have to navigate a landscape of shadows and secrets, catching the eye of Dee—a hood billionaire whose heart is as cold as the diamond district he runs. Dee doesn't do love, and Aire doesn't do trust. But as their worlds collide, they realize that in a city built on lies, their fire might be the only thing that's real. This time, Aire isn’t just playing the game—she’s rewriting the rules.

"Kau jahat sekali...! Dunia ilusi buatanmu ini, kejam sekali! Aku belum pernah menemui orang sejahat dirimu sebelumnya, DEMI TUHAN! Belum puas aku menangisi kematiannya saat itu, sama sekali belum puas. Kesedihanku baru saja dimulai, bahkan hari-hari sulitku belum dimulai sama sekali. Mengapa kau tidak membiarkanku merasakan semua itu dan menahanku selama bertahun-tahun seperti ini? Ini bahkan lebih sakit berkali-kali lipat rasanya!!!"

Matalik na magkaibigan sina Rob at Sophie. They've known each other since time immemorial. They were inseparable. They were partners in crime. Were. Somewhere in between, may nagbago sa kanilang pagitan. Pagbabagong hindi nila kayang pangalanan. Pagbabagong nag-udyok upang tapusin nila ang kanilang pagiging magkaibigan. And just when they thought that everything is already settled and their hearts are moving on, fate gave them the biggest twist in their story-- much stronger than what they feel, more precious than their friendship, and more exciting than their own careers-- a baby!

Aanchal is a girl who has started her life in the new city. city of dream, love, Aspiration-Mumbai after completion of her high school. The new city has a lot in store for her-New friends, college, love and lots more. Enjoy this college drama with me.

Manhattan was doing that thing again twinkling like it had all the answers, when really it just had expensive lighting. Alexander Knight leaned against the glass wall of his penthouse, seventy-five floors up, watching the city hum below him. Bourbon in one hand (mostly untouched), phone in the other. The merger docs stared back at him from the screen, but the part that actually kept him up at night wasn’t the billions on the line. It was the fine print from the Japanese investors: “Family stability preferred.” Translation: get a wife, look settled, or watch the whole deal slip away. He exhaled, fogging the window for a second before it cleared. His assistant had already sent over a neat little list of “suitable” women—discreet, polished, zero drama. Women who understood arrangements. He hadn’t even opened the attachments. Because something about the whole thing felt… hollow. His gaze drifted down, past the grid of lights, to the tiny café on the corner. Golden glow spilling onto the sidewalk, handwritten sign in the window: Local Artist Pop-Up – One Night Only. A woman stood in front of a canvas, head tilted, paint-smudged shirt slipping off one shoulder. She was talking to someone out of view, laughing softly, then stepped back to study her work like it had personally offended her. She glanced up—straight toward his building, straight at him somehow, even though there was no way she could see him up here. But for a split second, their eyes locked across the impossible distance. But right then, with the whole damn city glittering between them, he had this ridiculous, unshakable thought: She’s the one I’m going to ask. And hell help them both when she says yes.

Not long after getting married to my husband, he says he wants to teach me how to scuba dive. My leg cramps when I'm practicing alone in the deep sea. However, my husband, a swimming instructor, chooses to save his unattainable love—she's jumped into the sea to commit suicide. I don't ask him for help. Instead, I allow myself to slowly sink. In my past life, I stopped my husband from leaving. He saved me with gnashed teeth and allowed his first love, Millie Quirke, to drown. By the time he went to save her, she'd already disappeared in the water. He comforted me and told me it was okay, that he was glad he'd saved me. However, one night, he brought me back to the seaside. Just as I let my guard down, he grabbed my neck and plunged my face into the water. Then, he dragged me out before I could suffocate. "You were just cramping—it would've passed! But Millie got dragged away by the current because of you! You can remain in the ocean with her!" When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day I was scuba diving.

Losing her fiancé, Noah, on a stormy afternoon was Camila's greatest tragedy and sorrow. It took her five long years to finally gain back the courage to step out of her door and face the world once more… When she finally left her grief-induced isolation, she ran across the arrogant, gorgeous Trey Gregori, who looked much like her old love—Noah. But later on, she was convinced that he was not Noah at all. They were two completely different people. Noah was sweet and gentle, and she never witnessed him become as cocky as her current Biology classmate. Mysteriously, Trey seems to be hiding so many dark secrets, and Camila, who is supposed not to care at all because Trey is not Noah, finds herself indulging her curiosity and unfolding those secrets one by one…

Tristan is an alpha, strong and silent, with control over everything around him, he only screws omegas, everyone knows that, he is a perfectionist, everyone knows that, Dylan Harper is the only assistant he tolerates, everyone knows that, but what everyone doesn’t know is Tristan is the Alpha under Dylan’s sheets. Dylan is just a beta, kind and invisible. When they’re forced together by work, tension builds between them, but Dylan knows his place. Alphas don’t look at betas like him. There’s no room for dreams or hope. But after waking up one day with an Alpha under his sheets, Dylan starts to wonder if he’s been wrong about everything. Will he remain just a shadow to Tristian, or is there more to his story? ••• Tristan’s breath was steady, but I could feel the tension in the air between us. I stood too close. My fingers brushed against his arm, just enough to make the heat between us undeniable. “Don’t…” he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine. But I didn’t move away. I couldn’t. His presence was too much, too magnetic. My body hummed with a hunger I didn’t know how to quiet. His eyes locked with mine, intense, searching, like he knew what I was feeling before I did. “You’re too close,” he whispered. I stayed silent, caught between the urge to pull away and the need to be closer. His breath, warm on my skin, made it harder to think. “Do you intend to trigger your heat again, my pretty little thing?” He breathed out and I could have climaxed right there and then.