Paw Patrol: Chase And Skye

The world snapped back into focus, the memories of my brutal end crashing into the present. I was back—right here, right now, the exact moment Jarrold Jameson was trying to hand me that obscenely expensive purse. In my past life, he'd had a nasty fight with his precious Cindy Mayford. To make her jealous, he decided to use me as his pawn. I'd been stupid enough to love him once, but my pride had revolted. I'd refused to be a stand-in. It didn't matter. He kept engineering "accidental" run-ins, crafting one public misunderstanding after another, all to get a reaction from Cindy. I had done nothing wrong. I gained nothing. But I became Cindy's enemy. Her jealousy festered until it turned lethal. She had me kidnapped. The men she hired left my body shattered and broken. And Jarrold? He held his sobbing darling close and whispered those unforgettable words, "She got what she deserved." In the end, they stepped right over what was left of me and walked off into their picture-perfect life. Now, staring into his smug face, a cold clarity settled over me. This time, everything would be different. I snatched the handbag from his grasp. "A present for me?" I asked, my voice sweet, a sharp, calculated smile on my lips. "I love it. But just so you know, for next time… I've always preferred the classic design from her family's brand. That's the one you should be buying me."

Jamie is a lonely girl running from monsters of her nightmares. Desperate, she disguises herself and becomes the only girl in an all-boys boarding school. The problem? in the mysterious and formidable Ironcrest Academy, she is not the only one with a secret identity … but more? Will her true identity be safe, and can Jamie survive the training to uncover the mystery of what killed her family?

The first year after they finally bring me home, the impostor suggests a trip to Golden Island so we can build some brotherly rapport. For safety, my fiancee comes with us. They rack up a massive gambling debt at Golden Island's casino. To get themselves out of trouble, she leaves me behind as a hostage and disappears with him. The casino thugs pin me down, ready to take out their anger on me. I struggle to break free, and that is when I notice the leader's phone lighting up with a number for the island owner. Isn't that the number of the adoptive sister who has adored me for more than a decade?

Having stripped off the Luna position because of her husband's death, Ophelia is made a rogue by her late husband's half-brother after he takes over the Alpha throne. She's been struggling to make ends meet until one year later, someone shows up at the tavern where she works with the news, "Alpha Finlay isn't dead, my Luna." Mystified, Ophelia didn't know whether to be sated or frightened. She shifted into her wolf and ran to the council hall in fast gallops, only to see the man she mourned for one year because he wasn't completely hers. Finlay Dupree wasn't dead, he was the only survivor of the death trap set by the Barbarian pack members. He was interrogated by the elders because he was believed to be dead after his headless body was buried and funeral rites were performed. Ophelia reclaims her position as Luna over the Crimson Paw pack, however something doesn't seem right with the Alpha. Dislike was a mutual feeling and common between them, because Ophelia was married off to Finlay as a debt repayment owed by her father. Finlay had a mistress whom he loved. However, he's been a different person since his return. Showing interest in Ophelia and becoming more considerate than normal. Ophelia is still having doubts about him, but the redness in his eyes when he shifts into his wolf gives out that he's truly an Alpha. Truly, an Impostor wouldn't uphold such supremacy? Aside that, the man is hell-bent on making her fall in love with him. Now, is he truly Alpha Finlay who's changed after survival? Or an Impostor trying to make her believe his lie so he'd never get caught?

The billionaire's daughter ran away from their home because she found out the truth that she's not his biological daughter. Due to its disappearances, Mr. Hermes (the billionaire) asked a favor to the Mafia's Son to find her daughter. Will he find her or not? Let's see.

She gave him three years of her life, but he gave her divorce papers in return. ****** Grace Whitlock had always loved Ethan Calder, the hotshot billionaire and her sister's fiance. When her sister escapes right on the wedding day, Grace steps in her place, becoming Ethan's wife. She gives him three precious years of her life, only for him to deliver the divorce papers right after her sister returns. After her trust shatters and she loses everything she holds dear, she vows to avenge herself against her ex-husband and her scheming sister. In her quest for revenge, she comes across another man who ignites a passion in her veins that leaves her breathless and squirming. What happens when Ethan finds out that his wife is moving onto another hotshot faster than a speed of light? Will he let her go or will he hold her in for eternity?

“He made her his bride to break her… but underestimated the fire he’d ignite.” Elena Romano was never meant to rule. Promised in marriage to the ruthless Luca Valenti, she was nothing more than a bargaining chip in a deadly alliance between rival mafia dynasties. But the night her brother is murdered, and secrets buried in blood rise to the surface, Elena begins to see the truth—she’s not a pawn. She’s a ticking time bomb. Now trapped in a mansion of marble and shadows, bound to a man who wears cruelty like a crown, Elena must play the obedient bride while plotting her revenge in silence. But Luca Valenti is more than a monster—he’s dangerous, brilliant, and utterly intoxicating. And falling for him may be her greatest betrayal yet. Betrayal. Power. Obsession. When a pawn learns to play the game, even kings fall.

CONTENT WARNING: Please note that this book contains sensitive themes and includes explicit scenes, making up approximately 20% of its content. It is intended for mature readers only. _ "Teka lang, Sir! A-Ano kasi eh..." Napangiwi si Mahal habang naghahagilap ng mairarason dito sa lalaking ito na binili siya sa Auction. "Are you kidding me? 'Teka lang?' Are you sure that's really 'teka lang?" Napayuko na lang siya dahil sa pagalit na natanong ng lalaki. Halatang napipikon na sa kaniya. Inilapit pa nito ang mukha sa kaniya para iparamdam sa kaniya ang inis nito at nagsalita, "Remember, I paid a hefty 10.5 million at the auction just to purchase you. You wouldn't have even set foot in that auction if you hadn't given your consent. So now that you're under my ownership, don't think you can fool me with your usual 'teka lang, sir' tactics kasi kabisado ko na 'yan." Para siyang tinanggalan ng utak na nakatunganga sa pinagsasabi nito na ang tanging naintindihan lang ay ang salitang, 'kabisado ko na 'yan.' Ano naman ang alam niya sa English kasi tulog naman siya lagi sa subject na iyon noong nag-aaral pa siya. Para naman huminahon ito, nagsalita na lang siya. "Ahm...wag ka na magalit sir, maghuhugas lang naman ako. Ayaw mo naman ng mabaho, diba?"

Dijebak oleh Atasan dan rekannya sendiri, membuat Freya Anastasya terlibat sebuah skandal panas bersama dengan pria yang ia kenal. Tak hanya itu saja Freya juga harus kehilangan Kesucian dan karier cemerlangnya sebagai desainer. Cibiran dah hujatan semua orang membuatnya frustasi dan nyaris hampir mengakhiri hidupnya. Namun seorang pria yang tidur dengannya, tiba-tiba datang untuk menghentikan, bahkan ia juga menawarkan bantuan untuk membalaskan dendam. Akankah Freya menerima tawaran pria itu? Dan siapakah pria itu sebenarnya? Yuk simak, kisahnya. Cover by lanamedia

I always knew Wilbet was cruel. But I never thought he’d put a price on me. A marriage built on duty. A husband who thrived on power. And now, a contract that sealed my fate. To another man. Thirty million dollars. That’s all it took for Wilbet to sign me away like a business deal, like I was nothing. As I sat across from the stranger who now owned me, I realized something chilling. He never once looked at Wilbet. Only at me. And in his gaze, I saw it—possession. This wasn’t love. This wasn’t escape. This was the beginning of something far more dangerous.