Juliet Rose

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You keep calling me a whore but when will you start treating me like one and fuck me." He was resisting. I knew it. I didn't know why but I hated him for doing so.

[Mengandung BoyXBoy] Siswi itu begitu populer di sekolah tempat Arfian menimba ilmu. Bahkan gadis itu dengan penuh percaya diri mengatakan, "Semua cowok di sekolah ini tuh gak ada yang gak suka sama aku! Semuanya suka sama aku." Namun tak disangka Arfian, gadis itu malah tidak menyukainya. Bahkan ketika gadis itu mengetahui bahwa Arfian tidak terlalu suka kepadanya, siswi itu terlihat tidak peduli. Suatu hari Arfian memergoki siswi tersebut hendak menggunakan suatu ramuan aneh, si gadis pun kesal padanya. Ia mencecoki Arfian dengan ramuan misterius tersebut, setelah ia ingat peringatan dukun yang memberinya ramuan itu : "Jangan diberikan pada laki-laki! Hasilnya akan mengerikan..." Tak disangka, nasib yang tak Arfian duga akan mengubah hidupnya setelah itu... MATURE CONTENT same-sex sexuality, kekerasan, bahasa eksplisit, psychological, dark fantasy

Three days before my wedding, my younger sister staged a scene—one where I supposedly abandoned her in the mountains. She claimed I locked her in a cabin, left her to be nearly assaulted, and that she barely escaped with her life. Furious, my fiancé dragged me up the mountain and locked me in that same cabin. He said, "Wendy, a woman as vicious as you won't learn her lesson without punishment. I already told you I'd marry you. Why go after Chloe? Since you're so desperate to climb your way up, you can stay here until the wedding day." I begged him, over and over, but my scorched throat could only force out hoarse, grating sounds. Three days later, Mickey O'Brien stood at the altar in his suit, waiting for me. What he got instead was my remains.

I'm just a simple girl who only want is to graduate and help my auntie. 'Yon lang ang tanging pangarap ko sa kabila ng pag-aaruga niya sa 'kin. Kaya nag-aaral ako nang mabuti. But one day, inilipat niya ako sa isang University. University na walang specific name. Weird ang place... Weird ang mga students... Weird din ang mga nangyayari... Hindi ko alam pero parang baon-baon ko na palagi ang takot at kaba. Should I face this kind of circumstances kahit na mapanganib ang kahahantungan ko?

Having my parents best friends next door means that I have built in best friends from birth. I thought I knew everything about them. I could have sworn I knew all their secrets, but that all changed one night when I discovered their biggest secret: Their whole family are werewolves! This is book 1 in the Graycort series.

Si Rosanne Oliveros ay isang anonymous writer sa isang writing platform. Ikinagulat na lamang niya isang araw nang may magkagusto sa kaniyang anonymous writing persona. At mapaglaro nga naman ang tadhana dahil ang taong may gusto sa kaniya ay nagugustuhan ng kaniyang kapatid. Dahil doon ay gumawa ng plano ang kapatid niya at nagkunwaring siya; ginamit ng kapatid niya ang kaniyang anonymous writing persona para mapansin ng lalaki. Niloko nilang dalawa ang lalaking inosente. Hindi man agree sa bagay na iyon ay wala nang nagawa pa si Rosanne dahil naipit siya sa mga utang na loob sa kapatid. Ano ang gagawin niya? Paninindigan na lang ba niya at kukunsintihin ang panloloko ng kapatid? Subaybayan ang kuwento ni Rosanne Oliveros tungo sa pagpapakatotoo.

(Inspired by the tale: Snow White and Rose Red)Rose Red had already accepted her poor life that only lives by stealing golds and money from others with her partner, Vayne. A shapeshifter from a mysterious tribe called 'Figtus' that always receives discrimination from the other people. With Vayne's shapeshifting skills and Rose Red's amazing magic power, they formed an amazing heist tandem.But things got different when her twin sister named Snow White suddenly became a crowned princess. Rose Red's life became more complicated and found herself in a conflict between blood and friendship. Because of her choice she must face consequences and challenges to seek for the truth.But to reach the truth, secrets must revealed one by one including hers.Note: I do not own the photo used on the cover. Credits to the rightful owner

Rozelyn found out she is a vampire when she turned eighteen. To make matters worse, her stepmom is secretly a vampire as well and Cyrill, her stepmom's adoptive son, is a werewolf behind the shadows. As she live the life of being a vampire, several people had come for her—including the infamous Blood Mistress, a witch who hunts vampires and werewolves. Rozelyn become more fascinated with the vampire life, especially when she found out that sex plays a huge role in a vampire's everyday living and it acts like blood: once they tasted it, they will crave for it even more. Will Rozelyn be able to voice out her secret love to Cyrill without risking the familial relationship they have built for years? Or will she watch her loved ones perish due to her identity as the most powerful vampire to ever live? Amidst all these, only one thing is certain: Blood is thicker than water—either literally or figuratively.

The day the Thorne family announced our engagement, the New York underworld let out a collective sigh of relief. Because I was set to marry Daemon, the most straitlaced Don in the city, which meant I could no longer be the wild rose who tore up the racetrack. But I resisted with every fiber of my being, finding creative ways to test his limits. During his ten-million-dollar card game with a rival family's Capo, my hand "slipped" and sent a bottle of 1945 Romanee-Conti spilling across the ancient map that outlined their territories, sabotaging the entire negotiation. Daemon, however, just slowly and deliberately wiped the wine from the back of his hand. He didn't even frown as he cleaned up my mess. Then I "accidentally" let my spirited Arabian stallion loose in his immaculately manicured courtyard. The beast went wild, trampling his prize-winning rose garden into mud. But he arrived with his private doctor in tow, crouching before me as his long fingers gently traced the scratch on my arm. "Did the beast hurt you?" Just that one question, and my heart melted completely. "Daemon, I can marry you. But before that, has there ever been another woman who owned your heart?" "I don't share my man. Not in any way." He pointed to his heart, his gaze unwavering as he met my eyes. "Before you, this was empty." After we married, the word on the street in New York's circles of power was this: If you angered Don Thorne, his Donna might plead your case. But if you angered the Donna, you were on your own. Even I began to believe that Daemon, that mountain of ice, would eventually melt for me. Until the day I went to find him, clutching a positive pregnancy test, bursting with joy. Only to hear the family's Consigliere ask him, from the top-floor study, what the best lie he'd ever told was. Daemon chuckled and said casually, "She asked me if anyone had my heart before her." "I told her no."

He is the most terrifying man in the Empire—Hadrian, the Lord Protector. Cold, ruthless, and dictatorial, he rules the chaotic world with an iron fist, crushing rebellions without mercy. To the world, he is a monster devoid of human emotion; a tyrant who bathes in blood. She is a rose growing in the mire—an ordinary, low-born girl struggling to survive in the slums. She possesses nothing but her pride and a fragile life. Their worlds should never have collided. But in a twist of fate amidst the smoke of revolution, the lofty Dictator set his eyes on the humble commoner. He didn't know how to love, so he used the only method he knew: Conquest. He clipped her wings, trapped her in his gilded cage, and forced her to bloom only for him. "You fear me," Hadrian whispered, his fingers tracing her trembling lips. "Good. Because in this lifetime, you will never escape me." In a game of power and submission, can a tyrant learn to kneel for love? And can a bird in a cage tame the beast?