Orochimaru Arms

On the day of our daughter's birthday, my husband brought the daughter of his true love home.The little girl had her arms wrapped around my husband's neck. She pointed at me and asked, "Dad, who is she?"My husband tried to comfort her. "Baby, she's the nanny that I've hired for you."I tried my best not to be affected by the pain in my chest and bowed respectfully. "Mr. Frost, Please pay me for the work that I've done for the past seven years..."My husband laughed angrily. "You're such a gold digger!"Well, I indeed love money. Why couldn't I love money? I was dying and needed to make preparations for my daughter in advance. Not only that, but I also would make them all pay the price!

Pearl Augustus never knew being rebellious at home would lead her into the arms of the notorious psycho named Lucas Anderson and not only did he manage to frustrate her but he also got into her heart before he disappeared from the surface of the world. Seven years later, he's rumored to have returned to town and now, Lucas Anderson, ruthless, domineering, and powerful never expected Pearl to seek a job in his company but once she did, he knew his obsession just included one. Now he wants more than money, influence, and power as he also wants Pearl Augustus at all costs. This book transcends between the past and the present, narrating the tale of two lives that got intertwined more than a time but for almost three decades. Update is thrice a week. (hopefully)

Their first meeting was colored with blood, and so were the second and the third. Nevea knew then that it was a sign that Zach was a calamity in her life. Zach was a madman, the one she strangely longed for. Her feelings were constantly dancing around him. Hatred, passion, and lust for him built inside her, fanning the weak flame to grow wilder. Nevea wanted to burn with him so much that it hurt; however, her fear of losing something in her scared her. Accepting her feeling meant embracing the darkness she tried so hard to conceal. As she was trapped in the middle, Nevea discovered more things that led her into Zach’s arms, and she could not do anything but freefall into his chaotic life. This was Nevea and Zach’s story, a beautiful fairytale filled with misery, blood, dead people, and darkness.

“Uhumm, can I remove my arms around you now?” suddenly the man who prevented her from falling stated in a mocking tone. Atty. Ninia Salamera’s face grew red with embarrassment. “Oh my, of course, thank you, Sir.” She immediately made herself stand firmly. “Be careful next time; do not use your phone while walking.” He then turned his back and walked in the direction of the CEO’s office. Atty. Ninia was not able to say a word. His face is familiar. “Oh my God!” the woman covers her mouth with her left hand, she knows the man; he was the one who beat her in the recent bar exam. He topped the bar and she only placed second! “What are you doing here Atty. Wilgreg Monaro”, she whispered.

Temptation slips past every boundary and takes what it wants. What looks controlled, familiar, and respectable on the surface is only a mask. Beneath it, hearts are pulled toward desires they should never indulge—Dangerous. Intoxicating. Forbidden. Inside this collection, you will find stories like these: A lonely wife slipping into the arms of the one man she was never meant to touch… her bodyguard. A woman drawn to her husband’s brother, a quiet, brooding presence who has always wanted her too much. A young female employee unraveled by her CEO A student entangled in a consuming attraction with a professor twice her age And many more tales where lines are crossed and dangerous obsessions shimmers Every story is a sin. Beautiful. Addictive, and impossible to forget. Several forbidden passions. One unforgettable collection. Indulge… if you dare.

"I married you out of pity! Yet you dared to betray me right under my nose and, worse, murdered my sister. Today, I sever every tie I have with you. You'll pay for this with your life in prison, you witch!"-words dripping with venom, are the last that Maxon utters to the woman he once loved. Maxon Adams, the heir to the vast Adams empire, had it all-power, wealth, and a marriage to the woman he cherished. But in one moment, his world comes crashing down when he discovers an unimaginable betrayal: his loved wife in the arms of another man. But that is not enough; devastating news follows that his only sister has been murdered and all evidence points at his wife as the culprit. Could this nightmare be real? How could the woman he loves do this?

Isla Anderson thought her life couldn’t get any worse. Between juggling two jobs and caring for her alcoholic father, she's stuck in a cycle of despair. But when Dante Moretti, the most dangerous mafia boss in the city, shows up at her doorstep to collect a debt from her father, her life takes a darker turn. Instead of payment, Dante demands Isla as collateral. Bound by an impossible bargain, Isla enters Dante's world—a world where trust is shattered, enemies lurk in every shadow, and passion is as dangerous as betrayal. As Isla escapes the only life she has known, she must decide whether Dante is her savior or the architect of her downfall. Will she risk everything to escape him, or will he chase her back into his arms?

"Will I see you again?" he straighten his posture, looking alarm."There's a possibility." She smiled, "I really have to go now.""Can you give me your number?" he took a step closer,"How about, I'll give it to you the second time I saw you?" she crossed her arms over her chest,He took another step and gently put the stranded hair behind her ear. "Do you think I deserve a goodbye kiss?""A what-" before she know it he already crash his lips to hers and the only thing she could think of was how she had been right when she made a bet with herself about his soft lips. Copyright Reserved

Second book in My Archangel Soulmate series ** Strong arms wrapped around my much smaller frame, comfortable warmth engulfing my tingling body, followed by the softest, sweetest touch of his lips against mine, moving in a slow, gentle kiss. My eyelids fluttered closed on their own accord, pressing myself even closer, my hand finding its way around his neck, burying my fingers in his short soft hair while the small sparks of bright light still danced in between us, mixing with each other. It felt so magical, so utterly ethereal, the way his entire being felt so close to mine, tiny pieces of himself tangling with mine, like small silvery strings those tiny pieces drawing us together, creating a supernatural bond.

My husband did not love me, and he certainly did not love our child. On the day our son was born, he did not even glance at him. He merely tossed him into my arms. Then, his first love came back from overseas. That night, the ever-cold Henry had gotten drunk for the first time. He even smiled as he held our child in his arms. Delighted, our son wrapped his little arms around my husband's neck and asked me in a soft voice, “Mommy, what’s wrong with Uncle?” I crouched down, pulling him into my embrace. My eyes reddened as I explained, “Uncle's favorite person came back, so we shouldn’t bother him anymore. We’re going to find a new home.”