Painted Faces

This isn't a love story, but almost a love story. Irina and Eric share a world through dreams and time travel. They have a strong mutual understanding about the feelings they have for each other, at the same time understanding that they cannot be together. Eric: I open my eyes and find myself standing alone in an empty room. The ceilings and the walls are neatly painted white. And the floor is composed of polished light brown wood. And there is a dark brown framed window at one corner where the light comes from. A bright yellow and pale red orange light tells me the sun is setting and soon it will be dark. Eric is a ghost who always appears in Irina's dream. Irina: I open the door to the bedroom. There is a dark brown framed window at one corner where the light is coming from. The yellow orange light passes through the open window. I see Eric standing right there on the spot captured by the yellow light. ‘You came back.’ I said. He stood there looking me in the eye. I almost died. Irina is a time traveler who may or may not change his fate. They alternatively tell a bitter sweet story. Love doesn't always mean together, sometimes it is deeper apart. Eric: I stand alone in the rain looking at the dark sky where all I can see is water, for it is both the rain and my tears flowing to my face. Irina: And suddenly it is no longer my reflection I see inside the mirror. What I see now is a figure of a man. I draw closer to see him clearly. But the closer I walk towards him, the farther I become from him. I couldn't get close.

He has made it crystal clear that I’m not to call him ‘boss’ except on certain occasions, like right now, when his dominating gaze carries a hint of playfulness. I can’t help but smile every time he gets like this, all lovey-dovey, but when he whispers in my ears asking me to go on an adventure with him, it is like an invitation to a forbidden feast and the thought sends a shiver down my spine which unlike you would think, is almost painful. Maybe this is because I have been on an adventure with him for as far as I want to recollect. My memories, if you peeked inside, would be overflowing with every moment with him, each one a brushstroke painted with his boldness and my, well, let’s call it a touch of recklessness. I now wear a souvenir, a mark etched onto my soul. It’s like a silent agreement, a reminder that our fates are tangled, intertwined like climbing vines. He’s the puppet master, my very own Mr. Strings, and every twist and turn of his whims gets woven into the fabric of my being. Maybe you find that hard to believe, like something out of a fairytale. But trust me, my darling, as I unravel the threads of our adventure, one by one, you’ll understand. With each turn and twist, you’ll find yourself hooked, a willing captive in the captivating narrative of our lives, possibly harnessed in the labyrinth of our love, where danger dances with delight, and fate is etched in the footprints of a love like no other. So buckle up, dear reader, for this isn’t a mere tale, it’s a thrill ride, a love song made of equal parts fear and freedom.

To save the vampire clan, I slept with my crush, Stefan Ferrano. Stefan had always been cold and distant, but that night, his response was fiery. He ignored the fact that I was inexperienced and took me with wild, unrestrained passion. Everything unraveled when my blood servant, Stella Luciado, brought me fresh blood and Stefan found out. Like a man possessed, he tore off all my clothes and dragged me into the sunlight. “So even the vampire queen is afraid of sunlight? Do you know what sort of torture your kind are enduring right now? But no pain compares to what I felt losing my sister because of you and your kind.” For five years, he held my clan’s safety over my head. He locked me in a sunroom and found new ways every day to torment me in bed. The day I gave birth to his child, he married Stella. Stefan called my child a bastard and forced me to watch him and Stella sleep together. When Stella was unhappy, he bled me so she could bathe in my blood. He even painted with my blood and made me dance undressed in the sun. He tortured me but never let me die, using specially made drugs to keep me alive. A vampire who had offered their ancestral blood but didn't turn a human into a vampire within five years would end up dead. I had five days left to live. Finally, I didn't have to keep my secret anymore.

After her Vampire mate died, Marina became broken but determined to avenge the death of her lover. Memorizing the faces and scents of those young vampires who killed him, she began her quest to avenge Dante's death. Every night she took one underling's life, starting with the weakest first. Before each killing, she would question them on where she could find that underling that left his father behind that night. Some didn't answer willingly so she took great pleasure in torturing them till they gave her the clues she needed to begin her search. She made sure to kill the underlings in the same fashion as the first: by ripping out their throats and draining them of their blood. she was emotionless except for her anger and grief as she watched them die. Her only satisfaction came from seeing the fear that crossed the remaining underling's faces when they discovered their fallen brother's bodies on the steps to their lair. After many years later, will there be any hope to find love again? Join me in this epic, steamy and thigh tingling vampire erotic series/sequels and enjoy the ride.

In a kingdom where social hierarchy is everything, a young woman named Dayang Kalangitan rises from humble beginnings to become a powerful leader. Born to a timawa mother and a raja father, Dayang faces numerous challenges and obstacles as she navigates the complexities of her own identity and the power struggles that threaten to tear the kingdom apart. With the help of her husband, Gat Lontok, and her own determination, Dayang proves herself to be a wise and just ruler, leaving a lasting legacy that will be remembered for generations to come.

Seventeen-year-old Kira Volkov has survived eleven years as a rogue wolf by staying invisible, no pack, no attachments, no questions about the blood-soaked night that stole her memories. But when she's caught at the murder scene of a Silvercrest Pack elite, her carefully constructed anonymity shatters. Revealed as a Blood Heir, a wolf who can steal and wield others' abilities, Kira faces execution unless she accepts an impossible bargain: become the guardian of Dante Silvercrest, the pack heir

Barbie Coles, orphaned by tragedy, faces betrayal and hardship. Desperate to care for her little brother, she takes a difficult job. Mark Jordan, a wealthy and indifferent man, enters her life. Their worlds collide, and secrets come to light, threatening Barbie's fragile stability. Will Mark's discovery of her job ruin their connection? Can Barbie find acceptance in Mark's family, and will the truth about her parents' death destroy her world?

Born with a curse, Jessica Mitland must make her decision; either go with a chosen mate or stay with her fated mate. She finds herself mated to brothers and it gets tough because one of her mates detests her. Amidst all the struggle she faces, it is the struggle to keep up with loving the both of them and this could either cause peace or chaos. Will Jessica find a way to balance her love between her mates, find out in this amazing and thrilling stories

Ayannah is an office employee heartbroken from a painful relationship with her boyfriend, struggling to trust and love again. Immanuel, a charismatic CEO and billionaire deeply in love with Ayannah from the start, steps into her life determined to teach her the true meaning of love and how to open her heart. As Ayannah slowly learns to heal and embrace love, she faces a difficult choice—will she forget Immanuel and the chance for a new love, or will her actions unknowingly threaten to ruin his future?

One organization; five merciless women. Behind their innocent faces hide their true identities. They can kill without feeling guilty. Mercy? It has never been in their vocabulary. There's only one rule to keep you alive; OBEY & NEVER BETRAY. You have been warned. Welcome to Atrómitos Orgánosí ! I am Quennie Rose Rado, also known as BOMBER. "Tick. Tack. Tick. Tack. Time's up, darling."