Metal Gear Solid

Raven Thaddeus is the older son of the Samaniego. Gwapo, babaero, at ayaw sa commitment. Lahat ng gusto niya ay nasusunod at nakukuha. Hanggang sa nakilala niya ang babaeng assistant at kaibigan ng kanyang kapatid na si Sienna. He hates her so much to the point na wala siyang ginawa kung hindi ay sigawan 'to at pagsabihan ng kung ano anong mga salita. Not until one steamy night happened na magpapabago sa kanilang buhay. When he finds out about her pregnancy, she asks Sienna to get rid of it. Bukod sa ayaw niyang magkaroon ng responsibilidad at masira ang kanyang iniingatan na pangalan ay mayroon pa siyang dahilan kung bakit ayaw niyang tanggapin ang dalawa sa kanyang buhay. Kahit na sobrang nasasaktan ang dalaga ay ginawa niya ang lahat para sa binata, para mahalin siya nito pabalik hanggang sa nalaman niya ang isa sa dahilan kung bakit galit 'to sa kanya. Her heart shattered into pieces knowing that the person she loves suffered too much. Will Sienna choose to stay by Raven's side or stay away from him? Kaya bang pawiin ng totoong pagmamahal ang sakit ng nakaraan? Will Raven find the true happiness he deserves after surviving his traumatic and painful past?

“ถ้าจะทำหน้าแบบนี้ ก็ไม่ควรเสนอตัวให้กูตั้งแต่แรกสิวะ!” “ขอ ขอโทษ” “เงียบซะไวท์! แม้แต่เสียงร้องไห้ ก็อย่าให้มันเล็ดลอดออกมา” เพราะเหล้าผสมยาปลุกเซ็กส์ ที่บาร์เทนเดอร์ของผับแห่งหนึ่ง ใส่มันเพื่อหวังเคลมฉันตอนเมา ทำให้ฉันเสนอตัวให้เขา ไลน์เนอร์ เดือนสุดโหดจากคณะวิศวะ เขาเป็นคู่อริของน้องชาย ซ้ำยังเคยถูกเขาลากไปเพราะความเข้าใจผิด แต่ฉันก็ยังให้เขากินเล่น ทั้งยังรู้ผลลัพธ์ของความสัมพันธ์นี้ดีเขามี ‘คนของเขา’ อยู่แล้ว หลังจากจบคืนนั้น ตั้งใจจะลบเขาออกไป แต่ …. “ฉันนึกว่าเธอจะเปลี่ยนไปจากคืนนั้น แต่ก็ยังง่ายเหมือนเดิม เป็นฉันก็ได้ เป็นพี่ชายฉันก็ดีล่ะสิ” “เลือกซะไวท์ จะเป็นของฉัน หรือของเขา” “เลือกมันสินะ! ก่อนที่จะเป็นของมัน มึงต้องเป็นของกูก่อน” “เหมือนเธอจะชอบควยของฉันนะไวท์” “อึก ไลน์! ฉัน ฉัน จะ เสร็จแล้ว อ๊า!” ความสัมพันธ์ที่ไร้สถานะ ดำเนินต่อไปพร้อมกับความยุ่งเหยิง บางครั้งเจ็บปวดจนอยากวิ่งหนี บางทีก็หอมหวานเสียจนต้องวิ่งเข้าใส่ จะจากไปก็ไม่กล้า จะอยู่ข้างๆก็หน้าด้านไม่พอ

A darkness is coming, and it’s the same darkness that took Amy’s husband. Now it wants her son. A merciless, bloodthirsty hitman who has a dark secret will target the former actress and MMA fighter. She will also have to deal with a bomb, a terrorist group called the Infantry-men, and an evil version of herself. Will a mother uncover the truth behind her husband’s disappearance? Will she die herself while trying to find out what happened to the love of her life? Amy needs to survive the night so she can protect her son while searching for her husband. The clock is ticking, and the mother will have to protect her only baby from a dark and malevolent force that seeks to annihilate everything in its path.

Layla is standing too close to him. She knows it the moment she stops moving, when the space between them shifts from accidental to deliberate. Luca doesn’t step back. He never does. He only looks down at her, dark eyes steady and unreadable, as if he’s been waiting to see whether she’d do exactly this. “You’re doing it again,” he says quietly. “Doing what?” Her voice gives her away—soft, breathless. “Standing where you shouldn’t.” His gaze drops briefly to her mouth. “And pretending you don’t know.” Heat coils low in her stomach. “Maybe I don’t care.” That gets his attention. Something sharp flickers across his expression—control tightening. He reaches out slowly, giving her time to pull away. She doesn’t. His fingers hook lightly under her chin, tilting her face up. The touch is barely there, but it steals her breath all the same. “Careful,” he murmurs. “That’s not something you say to men like me.” “Why?” she whispers. “Because you might misunderstand?” His thumb traces her jaw, deliberate. “No,” he says. “Because I won’t.” His hand stays there, steady, grounding. She feels the restraint in him now—the effort it takes not to close the distance completely. “There are lines I don’t cross lightly,” Luca says. “And once I do, Layla, I don’t step back.” She swallows. “Then why are you still here?” He leans in just enough that his breath ghosts her skin. “Because you haven’t asked me to.”

My insanely wealthy parents always tell me that they came from a poor background. As their children, my siblings and I mustn't waste our lives away on fun and games. They set up a trial for me by requesting that I submit an application in advance for all expenses that are over 50 cents. On the day I'm supposed to take my SATs, it's raining heavily outside. Since my exam venue is located 18 miles away from home, I decide to submit an application for a 100-dollar Uber fee. But my dad slaps me in return. "We used to scale over mountains just to get to school back in the day! Don't think you get to enjoy the perks of transportation just because we have money!" After that, he empties my pockets before kicking me out of the house. I end up all sprawled on the muddy ground while feeling raindrops pelting on me relentlessly. When I finally reach the exam venue on foot, I notice the news being played on the huge screen across the street. It turns out that my parents and William Gentry, my older brother, have spent ten million dollars on a popular band to celebrate my adopted sister, Selene Gentry, earning a passing grade on her math test. Apparently, passing her math test is her trial.

"Do you know what it feels like to know that all the decisions that you've ever taken in your life are masterminded by someone?" Eleanor Welsh is an intelligent, independent girl who always wanted her life to be in her control since the tragic fatal accident that claimed her parents' lives at twelve. Being an orphan at a such tender age, her father's best friend, Antonio Welsh, took her into his custody but sold her off to a contracted marriage later on to a heartless billionaire, Ethan Grayson, in dire need to save his business from bankruptcy. What happens when the mysteries of her parent's death unfold with her protective husband backing her up? Ethan walked into the dark room unhurriedly with both hands in the pockets of his pants. He was furious, yet he had his usually calm expression. He walked to the fireplace in the room which was the only source of light in the room and pulled out a hot metal. From the way the metal glowed in a dark-red crimson color, even a fool can tell that the metal had been in the fire for hours. Walking to where a man who was chained to the wall with blood all over his body was with the metal still in his hands, Ethan stood before the man, his eyes black from the lack of light in the room. "Mr. Grayson, please..." the man pleaded in almost a whisper "I didn't know she was your wife." Before anybody in the room could blink, the hot metal was placed on the man's face. The man screamed in pain as hot tears fell from his eyes, before fainting. "Take him to his boss as my gift. Anyone that touches my property, I will burn him in hell." Max nodded.

I received an order to feed someone's dogs at home. But when I opened the door, what greeted me wasn't a hungry pet—it was the campus belle herself. She stuck out her tongue, a glint of metal from her tongue piercing catching the light, and said, "I'm starving…"

Close your eyes and embrace the hopes beyond the clouds. Let's discover on how a future optimistic neurosurgeon and a solid amiable Rizalista will find their way towards each other despite of so many uncertainties.

My best friend, Maya, flew in from Miami for my bachelorette week. My last days of freedom. She insisted on a girls' night in to celebrate, ordering all my favorite takeout. She asked me to hold her mobile phone and wait.Then her phone lit up. A message from some guy. A shirtless pic. Text: I need you tonight. Another photo buzzed through. Sex toys. Bondage gear straight out of a movie. My face burned. My heart hammered against my ribs. I’d just stumbled into her secret life. But the next image made my blood run cold. A close-up of the man's chest. A jagged scar I knew better than my own reflection. It belonged to my fiancé, Luciano Carbone.

[ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs - ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ] Emily Willows longs for passion, but only with the man of her dreams: the brilliant, warm and dashing Edward Jones. If only her oblivious, dreaming neighbour can stop with all his gentlemanly-ness and just pin her into the nearest solid obstacle available. And then, perhaps encircle her whimpering body into the solid rippling confines of his warmth- But no, he would not. He could not. As they’ve been best friends for, well, ever. And that's why it becomes extremely challenging for her when he asks her the biggest favour he could ever ask. The one favour she was sure no friend would ever ask their own. The one she was sure to lose herself to. The one she knew she shouldn’t say yes to. But it would indeed be the one to make her crazy all the same. Oh, dammit, all to hell. ~ritikablush.Copyright StarryRitika 2020