My Love My Touch

Being an omega is the only crime Bethany ever committed. Her life is turned upside down by the betrayal of the man she loved and those she called family. Her wolf howls for revenge and to spite them both, she kisses her sexy as hell best friend and announces their marriage. A contract was never truly part of Bethany's option. It was only a ruse to defy her father but when presented with an ultimatum by him, things get drastic. Now, she has no choice but to marry her best friend. The plan was to not fall in love, but little did they know that love and attraction were no respecters of friendship. However, Bethany realizes a bit too late that the fire and need that ignites between them are the least of her problems. At least, not when some deep, dark secret that could either strengthen or threaten their bond is lurking around the corners.

Blurb I should have known.. the way his eyes turned dark with desire the minute he saw me across the room, if not, then I should have known when his fingers shivered when they touched my bare skin, I should have known the moment he kissed me passionately, a kiss so intense yet different, I should have realized something was off, or perhaps, deep down, I knew this wasn’t my Ben, nevertheless I pulled him closer to me and let myself melt under his touch. There is just something about a forbidden fruit that throws all logical thinking out the window. At a mask themed party, Stella gets intimate with a man she believes is her fiancé, Ben. But unfortunately she receives a call informing her Ben was involved in a tragic accident, turning to the bed, she demands the man reveals himself. She is left horrified to see that the man she thought was Ben is actually Benji, Ben’s identical twin brother. This one mistake not only leaves her pregnant but also homeless. Five years later, Stella comes back to New York with her young daughter, she will do everything she can to ruin everyone that betrayed her in the past especially Benji, who she blames for Ben’s death, unknown to her, fate has its own game.

The day cancer spread through my whole body, my family took me to court for being heartless and cruel. All because I refused to donate my kidney to the fake daughter, even though I was a perfect match. When they saw me lying in the coffin, my sister, who never liked me, said, “What a drama queen! Even got yourself a coffin this time.” Even my parents despised me and said, “If you want to die, at least cut out your kidney first and go die somewhere else. Don’t die in front of us and make us sick.” But later, when the memory extractor cut into my brain, it revealed all the times I had been tortured by that fake daughter over the years. The family that despised me went insane at that moment.

I had just been discharged from surgery for a collapsed lung when my boyfriend took me to a childhood friend’s birthday party. At the party, he yanked off my ventilator and used it to inflate party balloons. My chest seized violently, as if my lung had been torn open. Justin Miller turned to Sophie Shaw proudly and said, “See? This is so much easier than blowing them up with your mouth.” I gripped the doorframe. I was gasping as my vision blurred. “Justin, I need that to survive! I can’t breathe!” His expression darkened. “Sophie was kind enough to invite you to her birthday party. Know your place! Besides, she put in a lot of effort for this day and spent hours preparing for it. Are you really going to ruin the celebration?” I struggled to speak through the pain. “Is her surprise more important than my life?” I extended a trembling hand toward the ventilator, but Justin waved it aside. He said impatiently, “I already checked. You won’t die from holding your breath for just a moment. Don’t be so selfish!” At that moment, pain stabbed me in the chest, and I used every ounce of my strength to press the emergency call button my brother had given me.

In less than 24 hours, I went from being all dolled up for my wedding to being sold at an auction like some animal. I didn't expect to be bought by a handsome stranger. He was an Alpha with Mafia ties. And now, I was his own personal plaything. Will I be able to get my pack back from the evil Alpha that stole it from me? Or will I remain a plaything until my buyer lets me go? Can we work together and defeat our enemies, or will those enemies tear us apart? Read to find out!

Jasmine Vargas accepted Mark Morelli's proposal because he was a good man who she believed would make her always happy. But everything took a different turn when she crossed paths with Tristan Morelli once again. Tristan Augist de Morelli, Mark’s older brother, is a stark contrast to his brother. Tristan, Italy's wealthiest billionaire and the president of the Cassa di Morelli. She remembers him as a deceitful mobster who took her innocence and callously left her the following day. His arrival five years ago caused havoc in Jasmine's life. It was Tristan who leaked her identity to the 'Lopez', leading to her bestfriend being murdered. Now all Jasmine wants is to avoid meeting the man who has ruined her life because she knows Tristan wants to complete his unfinished mission of destroying her family's cartel. A true hedonist, Tristan Morelli is wrapped up in all the splendor of nature. Unlike Mark, Tristan is darker, colder, and more intoxicating. His confidence is powerful, and his undeniable charm and irresistible attraction make him a dangerous temptation. Jasmine finds herself grappling with his irresistible charm and the destructive cycle he drags her into. Every attempt to push him only strengthens his obsession. Her resistance seems to fuel his desire even more. Tristan's relentless nature awakens a deep darkness in Jasmine, a side of her she never knew was there. In the midst of struggling with her demons, Jasmine is determined not to let him be her ruin. Will she find the strength to break free from Tristan's grip, or will she give in to the darkness he brings into her life? Moreover, he’s the catalyst for all the chaos that destroyed her life five years ago. Will Jasmine once again lose herself and let Tristan wreak havoc on her life? 

Alana Adinegara lost everything—her family, her wealth, her dignity—crushed by the schemes of Ratna Prameswari. Just when despair was about to consume her, fate brought back Sagara Haksa Sanjaya—her first love who vanished years ago, now reborn as the cold, ruthless CEO who holds the city in his hands. Sagara offers to help Alana get her revenge. But his condition is clear: she must belong to him. Caught between hatred, an old love that still burns, and a dangerous game of power, Alana must choose—surrender herself to the man who once shattered her heart, or face her enemy alone. Between dark family secrets and a love that never died, Nayla finds herself trapped in the arms of Mr. Haska—his forbidden touch both dangerous and irresistible.

Sarah is a drama fan who went and live in Korea just to see her idol up close. But one day when she was going out on a shopping spree for some idol goods. She tripped and sprained her foot so bad. And someone went to help her. In her shock, she meet her idol in flesh, Dohyung Kang, a not-so-famous Korean actor but she fell so hard on his talents. He offered help but she refuses and in her mind, she was already so ashamed of herself since he already discovered she was a hardcore fan. He lifted her up and brought her to his home and meet his wife, Ji-Ha Kang, who was a doctor who practiced both old and modern treatment. Ji-Ha tried the massage treatment on her sprain and Sarah moans Infront of them... This will be a complicated and mature story of a polygamous relationship. They solve their problem and sex life.

I never believed in second chances. Not after Cynthia. She was my confidant… until death tore her from me and left this mansion echoing with ghosts. Inilibing ko na rin ang puso ko kasabay ng pakamatay ni Cynthia . She was my wife. My peace. My mistake. Then her daughter moved in. Liza. The forbidden reminder of everything I shouldn’t want—young, alive, reckless in ways her mother never was. She looks at me like she sees through the monster I’ve become. Sa tuwing ngingiti siya,  the ache in my chest returns—violent, dangerous, hungry. Every brush of her skin ignites something I can’t bury anymore. I tell myself it’s guilt. I tell myself I’m just protecting her. Pero ang totoo? I want her. Hindi bilang stepdaughter. Not as Cynthia’s child. I want her as mine—completely, ruinously, irredeemably mine. They’ll call me a sinner. A man who crossed the line. Ngunit sa tuwing tinitingnan ako ni Liza, trembling, wanting... I knew I’d already crossed it. I tell myself I’m protecting her, but each night, the lie weakens. Because when she looks at me, it isn’t fear I see—it’s want. And God help me... I want her too. This isn’t love. It’s a beautiful disaster. And I’d burn the world just to feel her breathe my name again.

"You're saying?" "I'm saying, I know you're avoiding me." She froze. "I see the way you look at me Tarah." Their eyes met. But she quickly looked away. "Look at me darling." He said huskily. He lifted her chin. She finally looked at him in his soul sucking eyes. "Are you attracted to me?" "No." She lied. TARAH What do you do when you feel things you never felt before? Feelings you never thought you would feel, towards someone you shouldn't feel that to. Feelings you should never feel towards your husband's brother. And what if it happens, he feels the same. What do you do? What do I do? How could I keep myself away from him, when we live under one roof. How can I not get attached to him, when he's all I am into. He showed me my darkest desires I never thought I had. He awakened my deepest feelings. He opened the door to my heart, and my damn legs as well. He was the greatest temptation that I failed to resist. I never thought of getting married through a contract. More so of falling in love with my husband's brother. EZEKIEL The marriage contract wasn't entirely legal, but still, a grooms valid name was needed. There was no second bastard son at all, and I couldn't come up with a name. So, I put my name on it. Making Tarah married to me. Yes. To me. She's married to me. Which she didn't know. And wouldn't know. I know she's just adopted, but I'll still mess around her, as planned. And what could I do? She's undeniably very pretty. So pretty. I wanted her attention on me. I want her. I want my wife. I want what's mine. I'll do everything to get her.