Jason Part 6 Mask

WARNING: This book is unapologetically slutty. ••• “You can fuck me, but only with my mask on.” My boss doesn't know I'm his little wh*re sunshine. ••• Elissa can't remember the last time she got laid by a man. She is too caught up in meeting ends meet, and healing from the trauma caused by her stepmother. But her life changes when she goes to a masquerade ball and her eyes land on the gorgeous mysterious stranger, succumbing to his charm. They have a wild night together, their heated, lustful encounter leaving her breathless and wanting more. However, when dawn breaks, she flees the hotel room, and he is left with only her lingerie and an unrelenting obsession to find her. But when Elissa returns to her normal life, fate brings them together again in a shocking twist: Elissa’s new billionaire boss, Thane, is the mysterious man who has rocked her world. Now, he’s determined to claim her as his own, one sensual seduction at a time. But there’s a catch— he’s unaware that his secretary is the same woman he’s been p*unding at midnight, and Elissa must hide her arousal during work hours, waiting for the clock to strike 3 a.m. when she can transform into masked Cinderella once more. But for how long will it take for her identity to be revealed?

Andrea, a young girl who was desperate to get money so as to treat the woman who cared for had to marry an idler. Since it was a contracted marriage, they are like strangers at home. Having a boyfriend or girlfriend isn't a big deal to them. Edward, her husband didn't tell her his greatest secret. Andrea who worked at her husband company got closer to her husband at that company without knowing that. He got to know everything about her!!! What happens when she finds out that she fell in love with her fake husband who is the CEO of the company

Charlene, beautiful and elegant, suffered abuse in the hands of her foster family, her aunt and uncle after the death of her parents. Tired of the unending circle of torture, she packs up one day after she turned sixteen and ran off on her own. She had to do odd jobs, including regularly donating her blood to make some amount of money to take care of herself. On one of her regular trips to donate her blood, Charlene ends up in more trouble than she bargained for, getting herself entangled with the most ruthless billionaires in the country. Noah Cooper, the masked billionaire, is a name that many respect and fear. No one knows why he wears a mask, and those who dared to ask, ended up begging with their lives to be forgiven. He is ruthless, unforgiving and a silent poison, not one to be messed with. He hates women, and avoids them like a plague, but why? What happens when these two polar opposites meet? And what happens when they discover they're about to be parents in the most odd way possible?

For as long as I can remember, my family and I have been living in an underground basement that's completely shut off from the outside world. My parents have told me that the zombie apocalypse is terrorizing the outside world. The air is completely plagued with the zombie virus, and we'll die if we ever leave the basement. In order to save the supplies—which are already dwindling, to begin with—I've starved myself to the point I'm all skin and bones despite being only 18 years old. When I realize that there's only one last can of food left, I leave behind a suicide note. "Mom, Dad, now there's one less mouth to feed. You'll last a few more days." After that, I slit my wrist right away. Once I'm dead, my soul phases through the thick and heavy metal door. Bright sunlight illuminates the entire world. It's a beautiful, peaceful world filled with greenery. I can even hear birds chirping in the distance. Mom, Dad, and a bunch of people are throwing a barbecue party on the lawn. The mouth-watering smell of food being grilled permeates the air. So, it turns out that the zombie apocalypse is just a lie that's designated to trap me inside the fortress. I'm the only one who has died in this sunny, peaceful world.

En mi octavo mes de embarazo, mi esposo —agente de investigaciones— por fin logró sacar un poco de tiempo y me acompañó por primera vez al hospital para mi control prenatal. Pero apenas cruzamos la entrada, su teléfono satelital encriptado comenzó a vibrar con insistencia. El nombre en la pantalla apareció solo un instante, pero a él, que siempre se mantiene sereno, le bastó para ponerse tenso de inmediato. —Amor… hay una alerta roja. Acaba de aparecer otro fugitivo internacional. Yo… lo siento… Se le notaba la angustia. Con ese tono firme, propio de quien está acostumbrado a dar órdenes sin réplica, se disculpó a toda prisa… y se fue. Me quedé mirando cómo su todoterreno se alejaba a toda velocidad, hasta desaparecer. Para entonces, mis uñas ya habían destrozado el formulario del control prenatal. Con mi enorme vientre, salí a la calle, detuve un taxi y dije sin perder tiempo: —Hola, siga a ese vehículo. Ja… ¿un fugitivo con alerta roja? Vaya mentira más absurda. Ni siquiera la Oficina de Seguridad Nacional de mi padre recibió ningún aviso. Y él, siendo apenas un simple inspector que solo asistía en los casos… ¿qué “fugitivo” tan urgente tendría que atrapar? “Quiero ver con mis propios ojos quién es ese jefe que se atreve a darle una orden tan urgente”.

Le soir de notre neuvième anniversaire de mariage, mon mari Rémy, l'homme qui dirigeait la famille mafieuse le jour et faisait palpiter mon cœur la nuit, ne m'a pas offert de roses. Il les a données à Lise, son assistante personnelle. Sous le lustre où nous avions dansé en tant que jeunes mariés, il s'est tourné vers moi avec le charme qu'il avait autrefois lorsqu'il me murmurait son amour à l'oreille, la voix glacée. « Elle est enceinte », a-t-il dit, comme si cela expliquait tout, « et elle est difficile en ce qui concerne la nourriture. A partir de maintenant, tu devras lui préparer trois repas, sans répétition. » « Elle est sensible et n'aime pas dormir seule, alors tu devras mettre tes affaires dans la chambre d'amis. » La pièce était silencieuse. Je n'ai pas crié, je n'ai pas pleuré, j'ai juste pris ma valise et je me suis dirigée vers la porte. Le majordome a essayé de m'arrêter, et Rémy n'a même pas sourcillé. « Elle reviendra », a-t-il dit en secouant paresseusement son verre de vin rouge, « et dans trois jours, elle pleurera tout en me suppliant. » Les invités ont éclaté de rire. Ils ont parié un million d'euros devant moi. Ils pariaient pour savoir si j'allais supplier Rémy de me laisser entrer avant demain matin, comme un chien errant sans dignité. Mais ils ne savaient pas que j'avais déjà reçu le jeton de famille de mon vrai père et que j'avais réservé mon vol de départ. Cette fois, je partirais vraiment.

Violet's world was shattered when she emerged from prison after three long years, only to discover her husband Loenard had moved on with his life. He'd married his childhood best friend Francess, and the ultimate betrayal - they'd claimed violet's own son as their own. The pain and anger ignited a fire within violet, fueling her desire for revenge. But fate had other plans. She was kidnapped by a mysterious figure from her past, hell-bent on taking down Loenard and his family. It seems like the universe was smiling ok Violet until things began to get complicated.

Chram Ashy Monteflabio and Cyruz Keith Villarosi grew up together in a well knowned and wealthy family. Monteflabios and Villorosis are having probably the best bond of being bestfriends ever since their company started in the middle 20th century. Mula pa sa mga pasimula ay sanggang- dikit nang naturingan ang dalawang pamilya. Not until… Chram Ashy Monteflabio and Cyruz Keith Villarosi were born. Parehong nag- iisang anak ng bawat pamilya ang dalawa--- making them the sole heir and heiress. Pero bata pa lang sila ay laman na sila ng guidance at sakit sa ulo ng mga magulang nila dahil wala na silang ginawa kundi ang magbangayan at mag- away. Until a tragedy came to Ashy and that made her family decide that she must go outside the country. But what will happen if Ashy will come back to the Philippines after five years? After knowing that there’s this mafia organization--- the brute Del Fuegos, ruining their steadfast company? Uunahin niya ba na ituloy ang naudlot nilang away ng kababata niyang si Cyruz Keith? Or they would rather help each other to defeat the Del Fuegos? May mabubuo nga bang pag- ibig sa pagitan ng dalawa? O mananatili silang magkaaway oras na maging ayos na ulit ang lahat?

La vie de Sienna était parfaite. Son mari, avec son aide, venait de lancer son entreprise et sa famille était au complet avec la présence de leur fille, jusqu'à ce qu'un soir, tout s'écroule. Non seulement Sienna a découvert que l'enfant qu'elle avait élevé pendant cinq ans n'était pas le sien mais celui de sa sœur, mais aussi que son mari l'avait utilisée pendant tout ce temps. Blessée et trahie, Sienna a eu un accident qu'elle pensait avoir été orchestré par son mari, mais elle est revenue à la vie plusieurs années avant d'avoir eu un enfant et, cette fois, elle allait remettre les choses en ordre. Le passé ne se répéterait pas, car elle avait une longueur d'avance, du moins le croyait-elle. Que se passera-t-il lorsque Sienna devra se tourner vers l'ennemi pour obtenir de l'aide, l'homme qui était présent la nuit où elle a été tuée dans le passé ? Quel lien a-t-il avec elle et pourquoi semble-t-il obsédé par l'idée de la revendiquer ?

I begged my boss, Arthur Hutton, ninety-eight times for us to get officially married. Each time, he canceled our plans because his childhood sweetheart deliberately lured him away. On the ninety-ninth attempt, I waited for him at the city hall. Arthur simply patted my head and then put up a sign on the door that read, [Serena Xander and Dogs Not Allowed.] He said indifferently, “Millie’s throwing a fit, and I can’t calm her down. I need to marry her first. “I’ll divorce her, so just wait for me. Next Wednesday is a good day. I’ll marry you then.” But he did not know that I only had ninety-nine chances to give. I would be resigning the following week.