Miles Morales What If

On my birthday, Hazel Mosley posts about preparing a surprise for me that night on social media. However, I see a photo of her taken that afternoon. She is riding a horse with her assistant, Cecil Wilcox. In the photo, her clothes are fluttering, revealing red finger marks on her waist. Cecil's caption read, "My first ever experience is thanks to her." The comments section is full of teasing remarks. "You've got bold intentions, young man." "That position is hard to maneuver." Unbelievably, Hazel likes that comment. My heart sinks to my stomach. I always think she's just more open with me, but I never expect that it could be anyone. I personally wash the horse to wipe away every trace of intimacy. Then, I transfer the entire ranch to her. "You can give the rest of the horses to whoever you want. Feel free to pick." Looking at how overjoyed she is, I agree to the marriage arranged by my family.

The new junior researcher in our lab destroyed my antigen. Because of that, I could not submit my thesis. I lost my chance to study abroad. Three years of work gone, just like that. I was furious. I wanted to call the police, to have it investigated, to make sure she was held responsible. However, my fiancé stood in front of her, shielding her, and turned on me instead. "It's just a small experiment," he said. "Is it really worth making such a big deal out of it?" I nodded. "Of course," I said calmly. "After all, it was only an antigen that could treat your lupus. Definitely not worth making a fuss over." He froze on the spot.

Handa ka bang ipusta ang puso mo para maigante ang kaibigan mong sinaktan ng isang playboy na bilyonaryo? Makakaya niya kayang paibigin ito at saktan sa huli? O siya ang mapaibig nito at iiyak sa dulo?

22-year-old Anastasia Sanchez is a diehard fan of the e-book, Bonded: a werewolf love story with millions of fans around the world. When the final pages of Bonded cruelly tear the main leads apart, she is livid! She confronts the author and demands her to write the sequel with the two main leads getting back together. Instead of agreeing with her, the author gives her the task that’ll change her life forever: to write the sequel herself! But there’s a catch! Instead of writing the sequel with a laptop and Wi-Fi, Anastasia is magically transported inside the virtual world of Bonded and becomes one of its characters! Her problem doesn’t end there, her desire to give the two main leads a happy ending is cut short when she finds herself falling in love with Bonded’s male lead, Alpha Hugh Montemayor. Caught between loyalty to her beloved characters and the undeniable allure of Hugh’s embrace, will Anastasia sacrifice her own desires for the sake of the story, or will she rewrite the script of her own heart?

"You promised me your virginity and your body. I was foolish to pass on the first, but like a debt collector, I am here to take the latter which belongs to me. Your body is mine, Rosianna." . . A loved one who became a stranger and a heart filled with secrets... . . “Oh, Rosy,” Santos whispered, his voice sending shivers down her heated body. “Do you remember?” “What?” she asked, even though she feared that she already knew what he was asking. He leaned closer to her ear. “That night six years ago? Right here, in this house, in this room...you begged me to take your body” Her eyes closed at the pain of the memory. “Let me go, Santos. I don’t want you anymore.” she lied. Pressing his body against hers, his hand slid underneath the towel and caressed her there. She leaned into him and throatily. He nibbled at her ear, and whispered, “That’s not what your body is saying, darling.”

I was raised to be invisible. In the kingdom of Avelaine, a maid’s life is meant to pass quietly—unnoticed and unchanged. I knew my place in the halls of Hawthorne Palace, until Prince Roman Davenport looked at me as though I was something more than a shadow. He belonged to the crown. I belonged to silence. What grew between us was never spoken aloud. It lived in careful glances, restrained words, and moments stolen where no one was meant to see. Loving him was dangerous—not because of scandal, but because it asked for something I was never meant to have. In a world ruled by duty and inheritance, some desires are not forbidden by law… but by reality itself.

Alexi Marie A. Cervantez is falling in love with her driver. The driver named Enrico P. Acosta secretly admired her since first day. There love is not easy because they hide it to the parents of the girl. Are they gonna fight their relationship or not?

"Menikahlah denganku karena aku sangat memerlukan rahimmu untuk mengandung anakku. Aku akan memberikanmu apa saja." (Alfred Simon Clark). Tentu saja, wanita bernama Amanda Jean Heather menolaknya, terlebih lagi ia telah memiliki seorang kekasih yang sangat ia cintai. Tentu saja mereka juga saling mencintai satu sama lain. Apalagi, di rumah itu ia hanya murni untuk bekerja sebagai seorang pengasuh anak, tidak lebih. Namun, beberapa waktu setelahnya, kekasih Amanda berselingkuh dan tentu saja ia mengetahuinya, pria itu berhasil membuat Amanda sakit hati dan marah. Dengan semua tekat bulatnya, ia pun akhirnya menyetujui tawaran yang diberikan oleh majikannya itu. Sebuah pernikahan yang jelas-jelas hanya memerlukan rahimnya saja. Impian Alfred dan juga mendiang Ibunya pun akhirnya terwujud, ia memiliki seorang anak laki-laki dari Amanda, tapi Amanda tak meminta balasan apa pun atas semua jasanya itu. Setelah mendapatkan apa yang di inginkan oleh Alfred, bagaimana dengan hubungan di antara Amanda dan juga Alfred selanjutnya? Akankah mereka tetap bercerai sesuai dengan kontrak yang telah di buat oleh Alfred sebelumnya?

Eva and Samuel meet through Eva's best friend, you could say it was love at first sight. As time goes by, things begin to get complicated in this love affair. Will they be able to overcome the problems that arise along the way?

At a dinner party, my genius painter of a husband, Henry Shepherd, used his hands, hands insured for millions, to shell crabs for his young assistant, Tamara Lee. This was all to coax her into eating a few bites when she claimed she had no appetite. Meanwhile, I drank myself into a bloody mess, trying to secure investments for him. When I asked him to hand me some antacids, he refused without even looking up. “These hands are for painting. Use your own.” For ten years, he couldn’t even be bothered to change the way he treated me. That night, as I sobered up in the cold wind, I asked my lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. "Henry, in this vast, chaotic world, our paths end here," I said inwardly