My First And Last

Kehna had lost her mother when she was young she was only left with her dad who after awhile married her Stepmom. After her mother's death she still hadn't recovered yet, she wasn't doing so well in school anymore but when her dad got married nothing became better it all just became worse.

Humanity reaches its untimely demise after the discovery of shifters. The war between those who became wolves and those born raged for three centuries. Jaykob Tyler and his pack know that they can't lead what remains of the world. Not with the way they grew up. Dagmar Tyler has the perfect life. As perfect as it can get when the world is at war with itself. It wasn't always perfect. She'd seen things little girls should never have to see, but her brother and his friends had always looked after her and ensured she always had everything she needed. Coming of age, born Alpha Female comes with complications. The probability of a mate, a wolf spirit, and the responsibility of those who can't fend for themselves. It terrifies her—all of it. The last thing she thought of was finding her mate only to come face to face with Miles and Micca. Her childhood friends and Jayk's enforcers who have been watching over her for years. Keeping her out of trouble and making sure she did everything that was expected of her. The pack has plans for her, plans that offer a happily ever after she never wanted.

What do you do when your first love, who crushed your heart into a million pieces, crashes your engagement party and proposes a marriage? Certainly you would would show her the door and slip a ring on the fiancé's finger like a sane person. But Damien Callahan? He did the exact opposite. —------------ Time stopped for Damien Callahan eight years ago when Anastasia, his first love, left him without explanation and moved to another continent and left him with nothing but their heartbreaking memories. Giving in to his family’s demands, he eventually agreed to marry his best friend. But on the day of his engagement, Anastasia returned and proposing marriage– A Contract Marriage to be exact. Damien is done playing the lovesick fool. If she wants a contract marriage, she will get it but he will make sure she regrets every second of it. The contract might be hers but terms and conditions would be his. …………. Anastasia Spencer fled her home years ago to escape the schemes of her stepmother and stepsister. Their betrayal cost her not just her first love, but also her mother, her only true family. Now, after years of planning, she’s back to reclaim everything that was taken from her—her wealth, her revenge, and the man she never stopped loving. Her Plan is simple: Step one: Steal Damien from her wicked stepsister. Step two: Reclaim her father’s fortune. Step three: Make them all pay for what they did. It seemed simple, right? Except she didn’t count on Damien flipping the script. In the end, it is a game where love, power, and revenge are at stake, who will win and who will be left with nothing?

My twin sister died in my arms with his name on her lips. Five years later, I wear red lipstick and heels to seduce the man who murdered her. ~ Five years ago, Anastasia’s world ended in gunfire and ash. Her entire family was slaughtered on her eighteenth birthday, by the man her twin sister loved. Left for dead, Anastasia was saved by a stranger. Broken, enraged, and alone, she was taken in by a woman who taught her how to disappear… and how to kill. Now, she’s Skye, trained to seduce, infiltrate, and destroy. Her mission is simple: get close to Nikolaus Volkov, close enough to break him. But killing him isn’t enough. She wants to make him suffer, to crave her, to need her. And when he’s completely at her mercy… she’ll rip him apart the way he tore her world to pieces. A kiss meant to disarm ignites something deadly, Desire. Obsession. Confusion. Nikolaus is not the cold-blooded monster she expected. He’s worse. And yet, with every stolen glance and kiss, Skye begins to slip. Revenge was the plan. Desire was never part of it. Now, she’s playing a game she might not win. Under Her Skirt: The Last Kiss is a dark, twisted mafia romance of seduction, revenge, and ruin, where every kiss could be a betrayal… and every heartbeat could be your last.

Dalawang taong pinagtagpo muli sa panahon kung saan sila unang nagkita at nagkahiwalay ng may hindi natupad na pangako. Mauulit kayang muli ang mapait na katapusan ng kanilang kuwento o ito na ang tamang oras upang tuparin ng tadhana ang huling kahilingan ng kanilang pag-ibig?

Evan Moore is the perfect husband in everyone's eyes. He gives me a grand wedding and fully supports my career dreams. When I faced a difficult labor, he stayed by my side, kneeling for a full day and night until he nearly passed out from exhaustion. Afterward, he held me in his arms, sobbing until his eyes were red and swollen, his voice trembling with fear. "Honey, let’s not have any more kids… It's just too much." From then on, he spends his days and nights at the monastery, praying devoutly for me and our son, earning the title of the city’s most pious CEO. But one day, by pure chance, I glimpse the handwritten scriptures he keeps so carefully copied. And that's when I realize every word, every stroke, is a confession of his undying love… for his first love. All his tenderness, all his care—it was never truly for me. It was learned for her. I was nothing more than practice—a stand-in for his so-called true love.

Isang rebelde si Marcus at hindi iyon alam ni Amara. Habang si Amara naman ay alagad ng batas, isang sundalo. Naging magkasintahan si Marcus at Amara. Nagpakasal, pilit na lumalayo si Marcus sa kanyang pinagmulan ang isang lihim na di dapat mabunyag. Isang gabi, habang nasa biyahe si Marcus, pauwi sa bahay nila Amara ay tinambangan ito ng mga di kilalang armadong kalalakihan. Isang operasyon ang nangyari at kasama si Amara doon, nalaman ni Amara na buhay pala si Marcus at isa itong rebelde. Naging bihag ng kupunan nina Marcus, si Amara. Ano ang pipiliin ni Amara ang mahalin ang kanyang kalaban o iwan ito ay ipagpatuloy ang laban?

As we make our way to the city hall, Paisley Doyle is struck by regret once again. After seven years together, this is the 11th time we've found ourselves at this crossroads. Every time we reach the city hall, she claims she needs more time to care for her sick first love and can't bring herself to marry me. Unable to hold back any longer, I finally decide to confront her. "If his condition never improves, does that mean you'll never marry me? Tell me, what do I even mean to you?" Paisley's temper ignites, and she snaps back at me without a second thought. "I promised to take care of him for the rest of my life! Can't you stop being so selfish? "Besides, we've been together for seven years. What does it matter if we're not legally married?"

Seven years into our marriage, my husband, Lucas Thorne, is hailed as a legendary astronomer in the field of astronomy. It is no secret that he absolutely adores me, his wife. He always keeps a polite, distant demeanor with those around him. Even when his new assistant, Serena Cox, asks for his number, he coldly turns her down. In the year he proposed to me, he named a star "LAW", which was an acronym for "Lucas Adores Wilma". Since then, every asteroid he discovers is named with initials that hold a special significance only the two of us know. To others, they might just be scientific achievements. But to me, they are unspoken love letters. This goes on until this morning, when I stumble upon an unfamiliar phone. I unlock it easily with my middle name, thinking it's yet another quiet gesture of his love. But to my horror, I find a string of explicit messages between him and another woman. The person who was at the receiving end of those messages was none other than… Serena, his assistant.

Hindi ako gold digger. Oo, tatlong trabaho ang pinagsasabay ko. Server ako sa umaga, cashier sa hapon, at sa gabi, naglilinis ako ng kubeta sa isang bar sa Makati. Ako si Maria Tala Loresca, twenty-three years old. May utang na kasing lalim ng depression ko, at walang balak na lumaki ang interest nito. Kaya nang lapitan ako ni Lucas Salazar sa VIP lounge ng club na pinagtatrabahuhan ko isang lalaking nakasuot ng suit na halatang isang buwang sahod ko ang isang butones, may amoy na pangmayaman at kayabangan, at may titig na parang hinuhubaran na ako bago pa man ako magsalita, akala ko isa siyang manyakis na mayaman. "Five million. One night. No names, no feelings, no bullshit." Tiningnan ko siya. Six feet. Broad shoulders. At isang ngisi ng lalaking sanay makuha ang gusto niya. "Sure. Sige. Pero cash agad." That night, ikinama niya ako sa penthouse niya. Walang bulaklak. Walang kandila. Pagkatapos? Limang milyon sa bedside table. Umalis akong hindi siya ginising. Akala ko tapos na. Hanggang sa malaman ko ang totoo makalipas ang tatlong linggo. Ako pala ang sikretong anak ng taong pinakakinamumuhian niya ang ina ko ang babaeng sumira sa pamilya niya, at siya ang rason kung bakit namatay ang kanyang ina. Kaya ang plano ko ay paibigin siya. Pakakasalan ko siya. Gagamitin ang apelyidong Salazar para kunin ang lahat—pera, lupa, dignidad niya. Plano ko siyang sirain. Hindi ko inasahan na habang ginagawa ko 'yon, unti-unti rin pala akong mababaliw sa kanya. Sa mga kamay niyang humawak hindi lang ng katawan ko kundi ng pusong tinuruan kong maging bato. At ang masaklap? Kapag nalaman niya ang totoo—na ang babaeng hinuhubaran niya sa kama ay ang mismong dugo ng demonyong hinahangad niyang mamatay at hindi ako sure kung sino ang mas masasaktan. Siya ba? O ako?