Kickass Heroine

||Book 1 of Wild and Wicked Series|| A relationship has never had a place in Fiona Chen's chaotic life. What she needed was someone who would take her out of her boredom, minus the commitments. Becoming the bodyguard of a handsome but stubborn businessman sounded just like the perfect job for her. Except she made one fatal mistake—she slept with him the night before she was supposed to meet him. Realizing her mistake, the fiery Fiona immediately turned away the contract. But when Luca Han, the handsome CEO, showed up on her doors with an offer she could not refuse, Fiona was forced to work with him and pretend to be his wife to uncover a secret from her past. Falling for him was never part of the plan. Until she sensed that Luca wanted her as badly as she wanted him. There was just one problem. Fiona was definitely not who she said she was. And knowing the truth could either make them stronger together... or keep them apart forever.

Alexandra 'The Duchess' Madden grew up loving MC life. She thrived on the danger, the closeness, the idea of playing on the wrong side of the law. What she didn't love, was being shut out of business and being denied being heir to the club due to the crime of having a vagina. Moving away with her closest friend, they went solo, and the Valkyrie MC was born. In all the hub bub when she was younger, the Duchess lost her chance at true happiness with Neil 'Ghost' Whitlock. When he reappears nearly ten years later as the second in command for a club she is allied with, it's like they never separated. Now, though. She's the ruthless boss of what is easily accepted as one of the most dangerous clubs in the country, and that means she has enemies, enemies that would love to take advantage of her being attached to someone. Can they get through it together? Or will her enemies manage to tear them apart?

When Myra is abducted as ransom for her mother's debt, she has to device a plan to escape the infamous Miguel Carvarlho even if it means aiding the enemy. But she soon learns that every betrayal comes with a cost. When the line between passion and rage blur she is torn between two choices. Family or Love...

Love can hit you when you least expect it. It could be a soft easy wind that caresses you and gets stronger over time till it absorbs into your body and heart. Other times it can hit you like a gale-force wind and take every breath you will ever have. Laken stole my breath. She was my gale-force wind, and I will gladly give her every breath I have just to keep her safe, alive, and mine. If I have to live without her then I don’t want my breath. I don’t want anything but her. I will go to hell and back to get her from the grips of death.

He's her enemy but he possessed her first love's face. Paano mo itututok sa kalaban ang hawak mong baril kung taglay nito ang mukhang nakaukit sa iyong puso't isipan? Dalawang katauhan na may iisang mukha na kayang patibukin ang pusong minsan nang nawasak. Maaari bang ipagpapatuloy ang naudlot na damdamin ng taong nagtataglay ng kaparehong mukha ng taong minsan ay kinuha sa iyo ng pagkakataon? Ano ang pipiliin mo? Pamilya o pag-ibig?

Warning! Explicit content! I smelt something different the moment I stepped foot in my room. It was dark and I couldn't see a thing, but something smelt different. I moved my hand to the wall, turning on the light switch. The entire place became bright immediately, and that was the moment my nightmare began, the moment my life changed forever. Electrifying shock tingled through me as I found a strange figure, seated in the middle of the room. My blood ran cold instantly. My legs tottered and my lungs stopped pumping air. His presence froze me at once, or was it his eyes that were as cold and dark as shadows carved in stones? They stared so coldly at me, cloaked in an eerie stillness that sent shivers down my spine. I had never seen a picture of the devil before. But this guy in front me looked like someone who must be very close to him. **** He had been stalking her for three days. He knew where she worked, where she lived and the dumb people she visited. She didn't have much friends, just a bunch of nuns who appeared in fúcking white garments. She smiled so brightly like she was the purest soul on earth. She acted so naive like she's never been fucked before. It didn't matter how much she pretended, how much she tried to hide her identity. She was his next target and he'd be treating her like one. He didn't become the King of the night for no reason; the renowned torturer. He'd torture her like he did to others, get the information he needed and put a sweet bullet in her head. She was not getting off his list.

Cristine Jane Hernandez was raised in the Rodriguez family and nurtured by them. Her parents split when she was a child, and she has been living with her mother and stepfather, Jon Hernandez, ever since. Cristine Jane Hernandez, despite her protests, is declared a gang leader at the age of twelve. She simply wants to safeguard the people she cares about. She is exceptional in every way. She is an expert in every area. She goes by several different names.. She's a billionaire, a model, a gangster, or even a detective, depending on who you ask. Her life is full of thrills and mishaps. Cristine Jane Hernandez is a tenacious woman with a compassionate heart. She met Tristan Guevarra when she was seventeen years old. Should she reveal her identity to him? Or is she even aware of who she is? In both academic and athletic circles, Tristan Guevarra is regarded as a genius. His arrogance and disposition have been ingrained in him from birth. His life is shrouded in secrecy. All the females like him, so why did he fall in love with a girl who couldn't even tell him her secret? Or does he have a secret of his own? Both of them have their own issues to deal with, but will they choose each other or stick to their own priorities?

ARYAN "Uh, now that I can't do." I smirked, lifting the picture of my future wife. Wife. I cringed at that word. I would'nt dare deny that she was attractive. But I would need more than those damn enticing dark blue eyes, dark black sex hair and a heart dropping smile. MEERA "Arranged marriages are so sick. How can you get married to a guy you have never me before? For all I know he could look like a military horse." I snickered at my thoughts.

“And what do you plan to do?” he asked, voice cold and unreadable. “I want revenge. I want them to suffer for everything they’ve done.” A muscle in his jaw ticked. “Revenge, huh? What if I help you?” My breath hitched. “Help me? How?” “You’re broke, right?” His lips curled into a smirk. “What if I give you everything you need to ruin them—money, power, resources—in exchange for one thing?” I swallowed hard. “What…what do you want?” “Marry me.” — Betrayed. Abandoned. Humiliated. Astrid’s world shatters when the people she trusted most stab her in the back. But just as she loses everything, the enigmatic billionaire Damien Starkov offers her a deal that could change everything. A marriage of convenience—one that grants her unlimited resources for her revenge. But as Astrid gets drawn deeper into Damien’s life, she realizes he’s far from just a ruthless businessman. There’s something dark in his past, something dangerous lurking beneath the surface. And the more she uncovers, the more she starts to wonder… Is she making a deal with a savior—or a broken devil?

There were five things I was absolutely certain I wouldn't miss even if I became blind: -The first one was the fact that I was a slave and my life would never go back to the way it was. -The Second one was the Duke who bought me was a dragon hiding his identity for a reason I didn't know. Weren't dragons supposed to be powerful and all? Using his race might give him a huge advantage in politics. -The third one I was certain the Duke was hungry for me and I started to love him. Furthermore, he was cursed and the cursed ones didn't live for more than a year. Conquering him was a lost cause; a battle with less than 50% of success. However… Was it really necessary to label numbers on everything that was happening? -The Fourth one: Was it really necessary for Dotoria, the human land, to curse the other races existing within its borders? I wasn't confident about the statement. Nonetheless, everyone was looking for a wish granter gem. The nine kingdoms collided eying the gemstone like a prize for dominion. -The Fifth one had the magic of belief in it; Do you work on your dream or stay back hiding behind a smoke of mist fearing failure? I wanted to escape but I gradually lost interest in it. The world was a mystery in my eyes and I was taught to never engage in a battle with less than 50% of success. Do I even have a dream because the only thing I wished for was the reason I was a slave. People were driven by dreams and goals and I didn't have one yet.