Lirik Periodic Table

She thought she was invisible in the shadows of Las Vegas. She was wrong. Dr. Ava Thorne has spent two years hiding in the city's darkest corners, treating criminals and outcasts in her underground clinic. No questions asked. No names recorded. No past to haunt her. Until the night she saves the wrong man's life. Damian Volkov bleeds out on her operating table—heir to the most feared crime family in Vegas, and the man who's been watching her every move for nine years. With one touch of her surgeon's hands, she seals her fate. He's been hunting her since she was eighteen. Now he's finally found his prey. Dragged from her world of shadows into his penthouse prison, Ava discovers the terrifying truth: her kidnapping wasn't random. He knows exactly who she really is. Evelyn Reed, daughter of a murdered senator. The ghost he's been obsessed with since the night he saw her standing in the rain, beautiful and broken. But Damian isn't the only one who wants to claim her. His uncle sees her as a weapon to wield. His aunt views her as a threat to eliminate. And somewhere in the darkness, the people who killed her father are closing in to finish what they started. Caught between a monster who calls her his salvation and enemies who want her dead, Ava faces an impossible choice. She can fight the man who owns her body and soul, or she can embrace the darkness he's awakening inside her. Because in Damian's world, love isn't gentle. Love is possession. Love is war. And she's about to discover she was born to be his queen.

Aiah Villegas is your typical social butterfly. Sunod sa luho, hindi alintana ng beinte ocho anyos na dalaga ang kahit anong negative notion patungkol sa kanya. Party. Men. She loved them all specifically the attention. Not until her grandfather meddle her affairs and wedded her to a certain Rodrigo Dela Costa. Just like the name, literal na lahat dito mula pananalita at kilos ay pangmatanda. And unlike all men circling around her, he doesn't give a damn about her mere existence. Isang pabor na di niya kayang tanggihan. That's how Rodrigo viewed the existence of the pampered princess of the Villegas on his private space. Nothing more. Nothing less. But why does her cheap antics get inside his nerves? At tila ba hinahamon nito ang katatagan niya bilang lalaki... "I guarantee, you'll fall for me, My dear husband." Aiah leaned over his table, deliberately showing the generous view of her cleavage. There's a playful smirk etched on her lips. "Wala pang lalaking tumanggi sa akin." "Then I'll be the first," tugon ni Rodrigo, unbothered, drift his focus back on the piles of papers. "Try harder, My Aiah, then maybe there's a slim chance that I'll fall for you."

☆☆☆☆ "So, Tyson, do you just lurk around waiting to interrupt people or is that a special service you offer?" He leaned against the table, his gaze locking with mine. "I'd say it's a special service, but only for certain people. I wouldn't want you to think I'm not paying enough attention to you, love." "Is that so?" I raised an eyebrow, challenging him, "Because I was under the impression you enjoyed making my life difficult, not keeping an eye on it." He chuckled, crossing his arms. "Well, it seems like you could use the excitement." "Oh, trust me, my life's exciting enough without you stirring up trouble." I scoffed, but the corners of my mouth twitched upwards in a reluctant smile. "But, perhaps I'm the kind of trouble you need." ☆☆☆☆ Ashley, the daughter of a millionaire, moves to a new city and hopes for a fresh start. With her sharp wit, she often finds herself at the center of school drama, not by choice, but by circumstances. Intent on maintaining a low profile at her new campus, her plan quickly falls apart when she mistakenly parks her bike in a reserved spot. Tyson, the school's notorious bad boy, is not just a troublemaker, but he's the youngest gang leader to be a part of a powerful mafia, feared by many but understood by few. Despite his fearsome reputation in the streets while other leaders might see him as a mere boy, Tyson is fiercely loyal to his inner circle, showing a side of him that few ever see. What will happen when their paths cross? ☆☆☆☆ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #1 𝐨𝐟, 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. "𝑫𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎." ☆☆☆☆

Elena had once believed that silence could mean safety. That a gentle hand and a warm cup of tea placed quietly on her desk every morning could be a form of love. Lucien was never cruel—not in the obvious ways. He remembered how she liked her eggs, noticed when she swapped her perfume, and sent flowers on days he knew she wouldn’t expect them. He raised her like one would raise a pet—softly, without question. And Elena, foolish in the way only the very lonely can be, mistook his quiet affection for devotion. She told herself he was reserved. Mysterious. That love didn’t always wear its heart on its sleeve. But when the old flame returned—the one who spoke his language without needing to try—Elena saw it. The difference. He looked at her like a man who had found his lost religion. And Elena? She had simply been convenient. No tears, no scene. Just papers on the breakfast table, beside the eggs he cooked perfectly. She didn’t accuse or beg. She only asked for freedom. He didn’t sign. He chuckled. A soft, dismissive sound. “A cat raised indoors doesn’t know how to survive on the street, Elena. You’ll come back." But she didn’t. She disappeared, like smoke—except she didn’t vanish, not really. She lived. She wore colour again. Laughed at bad jokes. Let strange men hand her coffee and ask for her number. Lucien? He watched. He watched her become someone without him. And it drove him mad. The night he cornered her outside the gallery, rain in his hair and desperation in his eyes, he looked like a man undone. "Elena," he breathed, "please. Look at me. Just once." She did. Calm as ever, and her love already gone.

Eighty-five filthy stories. Eighty-five ways to fuck you raw. This isn’t romance. This is 100% sex—cocks filling dripping pussies, tongues licking where they shouldn’t, and hands pinning you down until you’re begging for release. A thousand sins running in your veins, and not one you’ll regret. From priests breaking their vows to fuck you on the altar, to stepfathers spreading you open on the kitchen counter…You’ll taste the sweat of a gym instructor’s private session… making you moan with every “stretch,” to professors grading your obedience with their cock deep in your throat—this collection will leave you soaked, shaking, and ruined. Your landlord will make you pay rent in the filthiest ways imaginable. You’ll be sold to the highest bidder at a dark, private auction, stripped and displayed like a prize to be claimed. Doctors will have you naked on their table, touching you in ways that have nothing to do with medicine, while gynecologists spread you wide and push deep, “examining” you until you’re dripping down their gloves. These virgins will get their bellies pumped full of cum, fingers ripping through tight, wet walls until they’re screaming, crying, and begging for more. Rough punishments, public fucks, forbidden touches, and nights so dirty you’ll need to shower twice—only to touch yourself all over again. Get your towels. Get your tissues. Get ready to be fucked by every fantasy you’ve ever had… and a hundred you didn’t know you wanted. If you can’t handle raw, filthy, dripping-hot sex—close the book. If you want your pussy aching, your ass red, and your mind corrupted—welcome to your new favorite addiction.

Dante Matino Cruz is a delivery rider, sweating day and night just to keep food on the table and medicine for his ailing mother. Life is hard, but his pride is harder—no shortcuts, no handouts, no selling himself for money. Celestine Isla Navarro is a CEO who thrives in a world where hesitation means weakness. She’s used to buying what she wants and bending people to her will. But the day she crosses paths with Dante—sun-bronzed, stubborn, and infuriatingly unyielding—something inside her shifts. Her first proposition is reckless: a single night, no strings attached. Dante’s answer? Not for sale. But fate doesn’t end with one rejection. Celestine offers him something else: a job. A dangerous but well-paid position as her personal bodyguard. The money could save his mother, even secure work for his childhood friend, Liza. It’s everything he’s been breaking his back for—served on a silver platter. Now Dante faces a brutal choice: swallow his pride to protect his family, or stand firm against a woman who never takes “no” for an answer. What begins as a battle of wills turns into a dangerous, slow-burning game of temptation. Pride versus desire. Fire against fire. And in this game, someone will surrender. The question is—who will break first?

When the kidnapper fired the gun, I shielded Scott with my body. The bullet pierced my heart, and I was sent overseas to have my heart exchanged with an artificial one—one that ran on a battery. Because of this heart, Scott married me, and my friends congratulated me for finally having my wish granted, for finally marrying my childhood sweetheart. Later, when I laid there on the operating table with my chest cut open, he was kissing another woman under the moonlight. I didn't react to this in the slightest, recovering my heart in silence. Scott resented my numbness, grabbing my shoulders as he demanded, "Wendy, aren't you angry about this?" He didn't know the reason, and to be honest, it was quite simple. Why be angry when my heart was on the verge of giving out? Every passionate day he spent chasing after love… Was another tick in the countdown to the end of my life.