Level One Solo

“Drive me home…” she slurred, sliding into his car. Sarah Smith, 45, never thought one drunken mistake would change her life. She thought he was just a cab driver, until she woke up tangled in the sheets with Liam Hamilton, the arrogant, sinfully gorgeous 25-year-old CEO every woman wanted. She wants to pretend it never happened. He wants more. Now, she’s caught in a dangerous game of passion, power, and temptation. Can she resist the man who’s twenty years younger, or will one forbidden night turn into a love that shatters all the rules?

I could hear everything, even with my poor vision. I could hear their horrified gasps and the curses they rained on me. ‘She’s a murderer!’ ‘A pack slut and now a murderer! She needs to leave! We can’t live in fear in our own pack!’ Their curses overshadowed my pleas. This isn’t me—I don’t kill. I would never kill one of my own. I staggered toward where Killain stood—he was shocked. He agreed with them. “Please help me, Killain,” I begged, but he only stared. “You have brought shame to this pack, Samantha,” Killain began. “Tonight was an amazing day—a celebration for the Blood Rose Pack. You give me no choice…” “No, no, please don’t do this to me again. I’m hurt, I’m hurt…please help—” “I, Killain Black, Alpha of the Blood Rose Pack, banish you, Samantha Forbes, from the Blood Rose Pack. You have done nothing but bring shame and disgrace to this pack, and from now on, you will not be associated with Blood Rose.” The pain wasn’t torture—my mate rejecting and banishing me on the same night was torture. I fell to the ground and clutched his robe. “Please, don’t chase me away.” The guards dragged me out of the crowd and deeper into the woods. “This is where you belong! Disgrace!” They dropped me roughly and left. I staggered and tried to get up with the little strength I had left. My eyes landed on the red stain flooding the front of my dress. No, please. My stomach twisted, and I screamed in pain. My babies—not my babies, please. I can’t lose them—they’re the only thing I have left. I need to live. I can’t die—after everything.

Kailangan ni Natasha ng malaking halaga para sa operasyon ng kaniyang ina, kaya napilitan siyang kumapit sa patalim at ibenenta ang sarili kapalit ng isang milyon. Sa isang lalaking hindi niya man lang nakilala pero nakuha ang pinakaiingatan niya. Ngunit hindi niya inaasahan na bago pa siya makabalik sa ina ay pumanaw na ito. Sinikap niyang magpatuloy sa buhay, pero isang lalaki ang biglang sumulpot upang guluhin ang tahimik niyang mundo. Araw-araw itong bumili ng gulay sa kaniya at ayon dito ay isa lang itong driver ng mayamang pamilya, pero paano kapag nalaman niyang nagsisinungaling ito? Paniniwalaan pa kaya niya ang mga sasabihin nito? Lalo na kapag sinabi nitong matagal na siya nitong mahal. At paano siya makakatakas dito kung dinadala na niya ang bata sa sinapipunan niya mula sa isang gabing punagsaluhan nilang dalawa?

Two paths crossed on a rainy night at the bar. Lorie was seeking space from an abusive boyfriend when she met Asher, who despite his emotionless eyes and cold aura, dripped with everything sinful. In the heat of the moment, they shared an intimate night, one that was etched into their memories. They parted ways not expecting to see each other again until Lorie was shocked to see Asher arrive at the company she worked as the new CEO who she was to be his secretary. Ten hours working together everyday, the memories of that night haunted them till an unexpected love story was born. But before they could welcome it, they were faced with obstacles in the form of themselves, people they knew and didn't know. Personal trauma, Abuse and manipulation embedded in their past and present tried to pull at their budding love. Amidst the pressure from family, Asher proposed a contract marriage with Lorie which she accepted to save her from a financial crisis. Their marriage brought them closer and at the same time increased their enemies. Will their love be strong enough to face the opposition?

One year ago, an innocent one-night-stand leaves her with the best gift of her life – a little surprise. Brittany gets her life together and moves on, creating a life for her baby. There is no room for men in her life or her bed. However, she bumps into the very man who wanted nothing to do with her, the man who had taken her all and left her broken, a man who she still desires more than she’d ever admit.

They said I had a gift—I could see doom before it struck. But nothing prepared me for the devastating prophecy of my own heart: I would fall foolishly in love with Kade, the Alpha of the mighty Frostfang Pack. I gave everything to Kade, who saved me, who owned my soul, who made me believe I was home. But he never saw me as anything more than a distraction. I thought the animalistic hunger in his eyes, the nights we spent tangled in sheets and sweat, meant something. I thought I was his. I was wrong. While I dreamed of being his Luna, he was building a shrine to another woman. He left my love in ruins. So when a mysterious offer came from the South—a chance to save a dying Alpha and become a true Luna—I took it. I ran from the only home I thought I had. But Kade wasn't a man who let his possessions go easily. Especially not the one he never admitted he loved. Now he was at my door, in the heart of enemy territory. He thought he could drag me back. But the Omega he knew was gone. And the choice was no longer his to make.

When I was born, I was already a certified liar. That's a fact that everyone seems to agree with. The truth is, my mom, who's a scientist, has implanted advanced chips into me and my fraternal twin brother, Ryan Hartwell, when we were still babies. By right, as long as we lie or make mistakes, our mom will receive the devil signal from the chips. Then, she'll administer electrical shocks as a form of punishment. Ryan's chip often transmits the smiley signal. Even if he destroys our mom's research equipment and pins the blame on me, his chip still has the smiley branded on it. Meanwhile, when I reach home ten minutes later than usual because I had to help out a classmate, my chip transmits the scary devil signal. The next thing I know, I've already crippled to the floor from the intense pain caused by the electrical shock. At first, I'll still explain to Mom what happened. But she often exclaims, "Don't think you can pull off clever little tricks just like that gambling father of yours! The chip is ten thousands times smarter than you! The punishments will only be branded into your bones if the pain is searing enough! What I'm doing is saving your life!" After suffering from the pain countless times, I get brainwashed into thinking that I really am a liar and a troublemaker by nature. On the night of Christmas Eve, Mom comes to the attic to tell Ryan to join the family at the table for the Christmas dinner. That's when my asthma suddenly acts up, causing me to stumble and fall to the floor. "I… I can't breathe… Save me, Mom…" But Mom just coldly gazes at the devil signal that she has just received on her phone. Then, she dials the shock value to the maximum. "You don't have asthma at all! Ugh, you're kicking up another fuss just to attract attention! Seriously, you never change your ways!" After that, she takes Ryan's hand and leads him out of the attic. Soon, she slams the door heavily behind her. As I suffer from asphyxiation while on my deathbed, I can't help but think that Mom is right. After all, my chip has just transmitted the devil signal. Maybe the asthma attack really is just a figment of my imagination. I've always been a bad girl who loves lying to others, after all. When Mom finds out that this is the last time I've ever lied to her, she must be really happy, right?

Emma never expected a one-night stand to turn her life upside down. A passionate encounter with a stranger at a club leaves her breathless—but when she walks into her new job the next morning, she discovers that the man she spent the night with is none other than Kian Wilson, her new boss. Kian, the grumpy yet charismatic CEO of K&W Fashion House, is just as shocked to see her. Their undeniable attraction threatens to blur the lines between personal and professional, but when Kian’s controlling mother steps in, things take a darker turn. She arranges his engagement to another woman and secretly offers Emma a job as her personal assistant—unaware that Emma is carrying Kian’s child. As Emma is pulled deeper into the Wilson family’s twisted world, she must fight for her independence while hiding her pregnancy. When the truth comes out, Kian is torn between love and duty, forced to choose between the life his mother planned for him and the woman who truly holds his heart. With betrayals, power struggles, and heartbreaking choices, can Kian and Emma overcome the odds—or will their love story end before it even begins?

⚠WARNING⚠ [THIS STORY CONTAIN MATURE SCENE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK] [The Names, Characters, Businesses, Places and Events are the Author's Imagination. Any Resemblance to Actual Events, Places or Person is Coincidental.] Umiikot na ang paningin ni Aerah, dahil sa sobrang kalasingan. Gusto na niyang umuwi. Pasuray-suray siyang naglalakad sa gitna nang mga taong nagsasayawan hanggan sa may nabangga siyang lalaki. Her eyes settled on the gorgeous man in front of her. She can feel her world tilting. But she keep on staring at his handsome face. Tumingin siya sa labi nito like it's inviting her to kiss him at nakaramdam siya na parang nag iinit ang kanyang katawa. Nawala ang inhibisyon niya sa katawa dahil sa epekto nang Alak na nainom at walang sere-seremonyang sinakop nang mainit na halik ang labi nito. Dahil sa isang halik ay nauwi sa mainit na pagtatalik.... Naging maayos ang lahat sa mga nagdaang araw, until she meet her Boss....

I burned my painting right in front of the students and university staff. Thunderous applause filled the hall. Everyone thought it was some kind of performance. But my senior in the graduate program panicked. He rushed forward and grabbed my wrist, his voice tight. “Connor, have you gone mad? This is your only shot to prove yourself!” I shook him off, cold. A chance? That was his chance, right? During my past life, he stole the painting I poured my heart and soul into and entered it in the competition ahead of me. The composition, the colors, even my original technique… He copied all of it. He won the Gold Award for the National Youth Art Competition, signed with a top gallery, and basked in glory. Meanwhile, I was branded a shameless plagiarist. The insults and curses overwhelmed me completely. "Get out of the art scene already!" “A plagiarist like you should just die!” His fans stormed my studio, smashed my tools, and broke my right hand. With my world in ruins, I jumped off the studio roof. Opening my eyes again, I realized I had returned to the day my senior accused me of plagiarism.