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"I've purchased you, which only means one thing; I own you. I own every bit of you, Margarette. Your body, your heart, and even your soul. You are mine. And no one can take you away from me." Possessive, cold-hearted, and ruthless. That's Xavier Ivanov, a Russian Mafia boss or also known as the devil himself. He cares no one but himself. He kills people for money and satisfaction. He runs illegal businesses and is one of the most influential yet dangerous people in the world. People were afraid of him. They despise his existence. He's a living Satan, and people tremble upon seeing him. It was quite impossible to tame a devil like him. No one can tame Xavier, or so they thought. Margarette Ferrero. She is a total opposite of him. An angel sent from above and was bound to burn an evil like himself. She is sweet, loving, yet naive. Being purchased by a powerful mafia boss from the dark market, Margarette was supposed to fear him. However, that was the total opposite of what she felt. Oddly, she felt safe and saved. And Xavier was beyond amused and enthralled by the naive girl. People were afraid of him, but that is not the case with Margarette. He's her saviour, her angel, and her owner. No one owns her but him. Two people with different personalities, different worlds, and different stories to be told. Is it possible to find love amongst the odds? Does love know no boundaries? Or was it all just an illusion? When secrets begin unfolding themselves and then the past that was buried six feet below the ground resurface, will the love be strong enough to keep the two people together? Or will the past change what is present?

First Book of Ring Series. "Each flower is unique in its way. The eye of a gardener needs to appreciate its pleasantness and uniqueness. " In a nation called The Ring, where magic, power, vampires, werewolves, and any other magical creatures existed, was divided into four places- Seacrest, Cansona

I am having a heart attack when Scott Lakin locks me inside the car. It's because my pain is frightening his childhood sweetheart. In response to my desperate pleas for help, he merely utters coldly, "I'll let you out when you apologize." I go into shock and have to be rushed to the hospital. I call Scott a dozen times, but he just blocks me. Finally, after I get discharged, I see him carefully feeding his childhood sweetheart chicken soup. "Have some food, darling. What if the baby in your belly is hungry?" After that, I return to my hometown without saying a word and stay there for half a month. After blocking me everywhere except the music streaming platform, Scott suddenly starts frantically searching for me. "Jennie, why didn't you add me back on Facebook this time?"

They called me cursed. A nobody. A mistake birthed by the moon. When Amira Cross is rejected by her fated mate, Alpha Ronan Thorn, in front of the entire Winter Hollow Pack, her world crumbles. Branded weak and unworthy, she vanishes into exile. But fate is far from done with her. Rescued by a mysterious rogue prince with a familiar face and no memory, Amira uncovers a hidden bloodline that once ruled the werewolf world. As betrayals rise like frost, a war brews between ancient blood oaths and modern power plays. Her rejection? Just the beginning. Because Amira isn’t just a forgotten omega. She’s the last Bloodbound—heir to a throne long erased, hunted by those who swore she never be born. And she just remembered everything

Mula sa pantalan ay hinagod ng tingin ni Guen ang buong kapaligiran. Malamig ang gabi, tahimik na tahimik ang malawak na lawa, gumuguhit ang liwanag ng buwan sa tubig. Napakasarap ng may kayakap ng mga sandaling iyon. "I've always wanted to slow dance beneath the stars..." aniya.Pero nang humarap siya kay Kibaweg, ibang sayaw ang ginawa nila. Mapusok, nag-aalab sa init ang halik ng binata. Gusto sana niya itong itulak, pigilan sa ginagawa, pero hindi niya magawa. Ngayon lang niya naranasan ang ganitong sensasyon kaya huli na nang mapansin niyang hinuhubad na nito ang pang-ibaba niyang saplot...

October 31st 2022, ten students will be invited to a Halloween Party. They thought that it would be fun. What they didn't know is that, it's the last party they could ever have. Dress up with your scariest Halloween costume, because you are invited to the deadliest Halloween party of all.

We got caught in a blizzard—me, my fiancé Melvin Dunn, a few of his colleagues, including Sally Blom. Middle of the night, I woke up shaking. My heavy-duty sleeping bag—the one built for minus forty—was gone. In its place? A flimsy summer quilt. Sally was curled up in my bag, fast asleep in Melvin's arms. I shoved him hard. "Why is she in my sleeping bag?" He pulled me aside, whispering, "Keep your voice down. Sally's kinda fragile—she's about to catch a cold. You're strong. You'll be fine." I pointed at my feet, already numb. "So I'm supposed to freeze to death for you two because she's 'fragile'?" He frowned. "God, Peyton, stop being so dramatic. It's just a sleeping bag. Think about the team for once." I laughed, tears slipping down my face. Didn't say another word. Just crawled back into the corner, grabbed the sat phone, and called my brother—Captain of Stormfang Rescue, an elite international search and rescue team. "Hugh, come get me. The coordinates are... Remember—I'm alone."

Twins, Henrietta and Federica, were orphaned at a very young age. When their father died, Henrietta promised him she would do everything to protect her twin sister. And that’s what she did. For next nine years, her world revolved around Federica. Until that day came when everything changed. Four men appeared in their lives and disrupted it. They only wanted one thing - to take her sister. Because, according to them, Federica was the key to finding their true home. But she didn’t care about whatever excuses they gave. She wouldn’t just let them take away her sister. But how could she fight them when her heart beat unnecessarily fast whenever one of them was around? That one with eyes as black as the night sky.

"You have to stop doing that, Camilla." "Doing what?" Jesus Christ! Did she not see what she was doing? "Being so goddamn sexy, I can't stand it." She tiptoed, bringing her lips closer to my face. "Why? Why can't you stand it?" Questions, too many questions. I pulled her closer to me, so she could feel the bulging of my crotch between her legs. Her lips parted slightly, I watched her sigh in satisfaction. Her wet tongue licked her lips gently. My length hardened against her, a small moan escaped her lips. "Fuck!" I cried out and turned my back on her. I wiped my sweat off my forehead with my right palm. "Mister Ivan…" "If you call my name one more time, you won't be able to blame me for how good I'll fuck you, Camilla." I blurted out. I did not care how it sounded, I did not care that she might take me to be a pervert. I only wanted her to know what she was doing, and the effect she had on me. What I did not expect were the next words that strolled out of her lips. "Then turn around and fuck me." ~•~ From doctor and patient, to friends and then illicit lovers. Can Camilla and Ivan finally stand together to fight the forces against their relationship? Or would both retire to fate and let fear and mistrust take the lead?

Zara Queen lives her life in bold colors. She dances for a living—literally—as one of the top performers at Club Mirage. Fierce, flirty, and unapologetically herself, she’s used to being wanted… but never truly seen. When her apartment floods, she ends up crashing with Liam Carter, a grumpy, emotionally closed-off single dad who thinks Zara is the human equivalent of chaos. He wants silence. She lives out loud. "You don’t belong in my world, Zara." “Then why do you keep looking at me like I’m the only thing keeping you alive?" Their roommate agreement had one rule: no touching. But rules were made to be broken, especially when sparks start flying and hearts start healing. "You strip for strangers, but the way you look at me... it’s like I’m the only one who’s ever seen you." As the lines blur between comfort and desire, Liam and Zara must ask themselves: can love grow in the space between damage and desire?