Keep Myself Sane

SIX PACK SERIES BOOK FOUR ~ BROCK : I don't believe in happy endings. I stopped believing in them right around the time the woman I loved left me for another man. Love nearly destroyed me once, and when I picked myself back up, I swore I'd never be that stupid again. If you never give someone your heart, they can't break it- so for years, I've closed myself off; never opening up, never feeling. Growing more bitter as everyone around me finds their happy endings. Then I met Astrid. She's annoyingly perky, infuriatingly beautiful, and seems convinced that her cheerful little-miss-sunshine act can melt the ice around my heart. Worst of all, though, is some part of me wants her- and a girl like that is dangerous in my hands. She'll give me every piece of herself, only for her to break when I can't give her anything in return. ~ ASTRID : My whole life, I've gone with my gut. I get feelings about things and people that others don't get, and I've been told that it's a special gift; that I'm an 'intuitive'. I've also been accused of being an eternal optimist, which is why I'm thrown for a loop when I get hit with a gut feeling about the moodiest, broodiest guy I've ever met, like we're supposed to be something to each other. Like we're connected somehow. Trusting my gut has never let me down before, but the more time I spend with Brock, the more I wonder whether my 'gift' has gone haywire. This guy has built walls around his heart a mile thick, and he's not letting anyone through. He's living his life in the darkness, and I'm a little afraid that if I let myself get too close to him, he'll steal my light.

Aurora ‘Okay, so I'm definitely the hottest single in the vicinity, but where's the cool guy? Why do all the good-looking ones flock elsewhere? 'They're clearly clueless about what's top-tier. Missing out on a kind, pure, and single girl like me for 24 years. Maybe I should send a quick wish to the universe, get them to wake up, stop being blind, and see they're missing out on someone awesome like me.’ Alpha Ethan, with a heavy sigh, offered a startling proposal. "Aurora, if it's hard for you to choose between us, can you choose both of us? Alpha Nathan is my older brother; I have no problem sharing you with him." 'If the world tries to harm you, I'll stand against the world itself to keep you safe,' Alpha Lucas swore to Aurora. 'I will make you my everything!' "Aurora, my dearest, will you marry me? From the moment I first laid eyes on you, my heart knew no other. You've captivated me entirely; to live without you would be an existence devoid of light. In your presence, I find my purpose, my joy. You are the missing piece of my soul, and I believe we were destined for each other.” Gently, Xander took Aurora’s hand and pressed a reverent kiss upon it. “I vow before the heavens that my life will be dedicated to your happiness, cherishing each moment until the end of our days.” "I love you more than I love myself, so even though you are my destined Luna, I will give you the freedom to choose who will be your Alpha," added Alpha king, Alex, the Dark King. "You are free, through my love."

"You are trembling," Dante whispered, his hand sliding up my thigh, hidden beneath the white tablecloth of the crowded gala. "Please," I begged, the word tasting like ash in my mouth. "Please what?" He leaned in, his teeth grazing my ear, his grip on my leg tightening to a bruise. "Please stop? Or please... take me?" He dragged his thumb over my skin, ruining me in front of everyone, his eyes dark with a terrifying promise. "You belong to me, Evelina. And tonight... I’m going to make sure you scream it. *** Three million dollars. That was the price of my sister’s life. To save her, I sold myself to Dante Valenti. He is the king of Wall Street, a monster in a tailored suit who deals in acquisitions and ruin. He didn't just want my skills as a curator; he wanted me. My time, my freedom, and my absolute submission for five years. I thought I could withstand him. I thought I could keep my heart safe behind walls of hatred. But Dante doesn't just break walls; he burns them down. He strips away my defenses layer by layer, forcing me to play his dark, twisted games. He isolates me, controls me, and manipulates my reality until I don't know where the cage ends and I begin. He treats me like a prized artifact—something to be displayed, guarded, and owned. But as the lines between hatred and desire blur, I realize the terrifying truth: He doesn't just want to own my body. He wants to break my soul until I thank him for the chains.

WARNING: SPG/R-18! THIS IS NOT AN INCEST STORY! FOLLOW TO KNOW THE TWIST! "W-welcome back, daddy!" bati ko sa kanya at ngumiti bago ko ibinuka ang hita sa harapan niya. "What are you doing, baby?" Bakas sa reaksyon niyang hindi niya gusto ang nakikita pero imbes na matakot ay nangibabaw ang excitement sa puso ko nang maglakad siya palapit sa kama. "Daddy, I feel horny! Can you please, help me?" uhaw na paki-usap ko habang nakatingala sa kanya at inaantok ang mga mata. "I fucking held myself for years just to keep your innocence! But it turns out... you're a bitch just like your mother!" tila napigtas ang pagpipigil niya at kaagad akong kinaibabawan. Nagpigil siya ng ilang taon? Kailan pa niya gustong gawin ito sa akin? *** Vladimir Vincenzo is known for being the drop-dead gorgeous CEO of the biggest Russian company in the Philippines. Isa siyang 'hot daddy' sa mata ng marami. Pero para kay Reina Andrada, siya ang kanyang protective at mapagmahal na daddy. Lingid sa kaalaman niyang isa lang pala iyong ilusyon. Because to protect his family and her mother from another heartbreak, Vladimir took in Reina, his father’s illegitimate daughter, and made her believe she was his. No one could know the truth! But as years pass by, the innocent girl he kept under his roof turns into a temptation—too intense and too forbidden to control. When secrets start to unravel and his control begins to slip, how far will this Billionaire Daddy's obsession drive him, and will he be willing to destroy all of his plan to own Reina more than just his baby girl?

After divorcing my emotionally unavailable husband, I tried to focus on myself, but I failed terribly. I had a one-night stand with a stranger who turned out to be a mafia boss and a millionaire. He proposed a contract marriage, and I accepted because I felt bad for his reason behind it. Big mistake. I ventured into a world that I never knew existed, and by the time I tried to get out, it was too late; I was already pregnant for the man I thought was human.

Blurb. Our passion burned hot and bright, at least that is what I thought until I realized I was his second option. The one he really wanted was my sister and since she couldn’t have children I was used as the sacrificial lamb to bear him an heir. So when it became painfully clear, I was just a surrogate, I made myself disappear. But now he is haunting me down after he realized I left with his child in my womb..

My girlfriend called me frantically out of the blue, saying her mother's water had broken. She begged me to take them to the hospital. But I lazily hung up the phone and turned away, buying myself an ice cream bar instead. In my previous life, her mother had also gone into labor late in life. I had risked everything to rush her to the hospital, running twelve red lights, pushing my car to the limit until the fuel gauge nearly burst. Yet, despite all that, her mother had lost the baby. Worse still, she turned around and accused me of killing the baby. My girlfriend had hated me for it, blaming me for her mother's inability to have children again. That very night, she and her shameless relatives took over my family's house, forcing my parents into such anger and despair that they ended up in the hospital. My company went bankrupt, and as if that weren't enough, I was beaten so severely that both my legs were broken. In the end, I fell into a deep depression and took my own life. But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn. This time, I uncovered the secret her mother had been hiding.

His hot breath fanned my ear and I nearly died the moment the straps of my dress fell away. Revealing a part of myself that left me vulnerable to his hungry gaze that moved over me. I pride myself on decency, to always be appropriate but the way he clenched his jaw and ran his large hands on my thighs made me go. . . to hell with decency. Reaching out, the need to touch him no longer bearable, I traced the outline of his torso through the fabric of his shirt. But even that wasn't enough as my hands moved underneath the fabric to trace the muscles there. He shifted slightly away triggering a fear in me that I had done something wrong. However, the fear diminished when he removed the fabric- granting my eyes the chance to feast on seeing more of his skin. He moved forward peppering light kisses all over my neck and torso only to latch onto my nipple tugging gently on the hard nub. I cried out at the movement of his teeth and tongue as his hands kept me close hindering any chance to reduce the contact to damn near impossible. Reducing the contact was the last thing I wanted, especially considering how far we had come. . .

On my fiftieth birthday, my grandson pouted when he saw the present I had given him and complained, “Grandma Cecil at the Emerald Manor has a cooler present for me. It was a Transformer toy that flies.” I was confused by this remark. Emerald Manor was one of the wedding gifts offered when I got married. My husband was not fond of this place because it was too far away from the city, so I have rarely been here as well, and it has been vacant ever since. As we stood outside the manor, I could hear the cheery voices coming from inside the house. My husband and my adopted son were inside celebrating the birthday of the owner of the manor. The Grandma Cecil my grandson referred to was the childhood sweetheart of my husband, Cecil Houston, who was married off far away a long time ago. She remained as beautiful as she once was and was snuggled in my husband’s arms, surrounded by my children. I have dedicated myself to the Blightwells for two decades. This entire time, Cade has taken my commitment as nothing but a joke. When I was reincarnated, I found myself on the wedding day. I listened to the clamoring noises and lifted the veil to see the commotion. It was time to start over.

All I ever wanted was to be accepted, but being a female born from Alpha warrior's blood gave me no chance in my pack that didn't allow their female wolves to train. My younger twin sister was my parent's favorite, due to the fact that she was the pretty, prim and proper daughter. I, on the other hand, was the rebellious, free-spirited daughter, that did my own thing, knowing there was no way I would ever please my parents like my sister could. The future Alpha of our pack took a liking to me, and in the darkness of the night, we would meet in a clearing deep within our territory to secretly train. With the upcoming Mating Ceremony approaching, Zane confesses to me that he has intentions of making me his Luna, and it felt too good to be true, which later to find out it was. My father announces at breakfast, that Zane intends to take my twin sister, Aira, as his mate and the next Luna of our pack. My heart is shattered once again, and I find myself not able to cope with all the pain I have endured over the years. It was at that moment that I let my wolf take over to take all the pain away, but when I woke up, I found myself without my memories of my past life and on foreign pack lands.