Precious Momma

Heiress Juliette Lux is finally getting married, in her dream dress. But the guests aren't her friends; the person walking her down the aisle isn't her father; and the man waiting at the altar, her soon-to-be husband, is someone she has never met until yesterday---Ralph Virtus, the son of her family's mortal enemy, the Mafia King, also notoriously known to many as The Devil. And he has stolen her entire family fortune. Say all he wants, but her father will never sell his multi-billion dollar business empire, the family's legacy. He certainly won't force his precious daughter to marry the enemy and have his heir. The contract is a farce. And Juliette will seek the truth and take back what's hers. But can she reclaim her stolen heart from the devillishly witty Mafia King ...

For six years, I took bullets for him and erased every sharp edge of myself. Because of the way he protected me, outsiders all believed I was the woman closest to his heart. However, when I asked for just one sincere “I love you”, he laughed and refused. “Mafia marriages aren’t about feelings. Know your place.” Then he said, “If Sophia doesn’t like it, don’t even bother.” When the bomb countdown hit thirty seconds, my don husband shoved me aside without hesitation and ran out holding Sophia in his arms. Only then did I understand that after six years of entanglement, I wasn't even worth a single hair of his sister. I slammed the divorce papers into his face. “I’m going to personally send you and your precious sister straight to hell!”

The men of his Pack never live past thirty. Only a union with my bloodline can break the curse. But on the day of our mating ceremony, he tore up our bond in front of everyone— just for his precious lover. In front of the entire Pack, he looked at me with nothing but disgust. “Elara, you’re nothing but a parasite. Your kind has been using black magic to deceive my Pack for generations. That ends with me.” His lover clung to his arm and laughed softly. “Why are you still standing here? Get out.” “With my knowledge, I can keep him alive far beyond thirty.” I looked at him. At the life-force already collapsing beneath his skin. A quiet laugh slipped from my throat. Fine. On his thirtieth birthday— we’ll see who’s right. Very soon.

Born into luxury but raised in the shadows, Ava Wilson was born into a wealthy family but was treated like a slave. Blamed for the death of her mother. Now she was bullied by her stepmother, half-sister, and the one and only man who should have protected her: her father.  Just when she thought life couldn't get worse, Ava was forced into an arranged marriage with a stranger.  He was the same man whom she saved, who was drugged and had a one-night stand with her, the same man who doesn't remember her anymore and makes her life a living hell.  Ava was forced to live a new life.  When he finally realized the big secret. Betrayal, hatred, and backstabbing found their way into her life.  Would their love still bloom even after all the trauma surrounding them.

Para sa mga taong, minsan ng nagparaya para sa pagkakaibigan, sa mga taong minsan ng nagpalaya para sa ikabubuti ng lahat.Ito ay kwento ng isang teenage girl na minsan ng nakalimot sa kaniyang nakaraan. Ikinasal sa kababatang lalaki, sa edad na labing siyam. Makikilala niyang muli ang lalaking minsan ng nagkaroon ng malaking parte, sa kaniyang nakaraan. Mapapalapit muli ito sa pangalawang pagkakataon, na siya namang pag-iiba ng pakikitungo at trato sa kaniya ng naturang asawa.Darating ang panahon na malalaman at maalala niyang muli ang nakaraan. Gustuhin man niyang magalit at kamuhian ang mga taong malapit sa kaniya, dahil mistulang pinaglaruan siya ni kapalaran. Napunta siya sa taong minsan ng nagparaya para sa pagkakaibigan, napalapit siyang muli sa taong minsan na niyang minahal at ipinaglaban.Pilitin man niyang talikuran ang lahat, at kalimutan ang nakaraan, ngunit pipiliin niya paring yakapin at harapin ang kasalukuyan, sa ngalan ng pag-ibig, sa huli mananaig padin ang pagmamahal at pagpapatawad.

Pol Andrew Sanchez is being tagged as a cold, genius, and monster in the business world. At an early age he managed to have their company stay on top of the business chain. He wants to forget about the past so he focus his time studying their business structure and make it known not just in the country, but all over the world. Sunny Precious Cortez is a top-notched student in the Computer Programming department of their university. She has a witty and strong personality that catches everyone's attention. She is secretly inlove with her best friend. But fate moves in mysterious ways. Their parents arranged them to get married to save Poll Andrew's family's business. And what if the past comes back and decided to win him back? And what if her best friend pursue her? Or will the two help them realize how they really feel for each other? Can their love story that started with a contract, have a happy ending? Or will it end when the contract expires?

WARNING: NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS. SYNOPSIS: He is her boss and she is his secretary. Plain and simple. But when love grows what will happen? She is a nerd secretary na mahilig makichismis sa sex life ng boss niya. Pero sa kabila ng pagiging sekretarya niya ay may iba pa siyang pakay — ang makapaghiganti. But what if her vengeance turns to love? Is she willing to forget everything and follow her heart instead? He is a tyrant boss who has complete control over his employees. His company, his rules. So, everyone was frightened of him. But when the newly hired secretary came into the picture, everything was ruined. His precious rules were shattered. Ang perpekto niyang batas ay nasira lamang ng isang nerd secretary. Ano ang gagawin niya upang mapasunod ito? When the tyrant boss meets the nerd secretary, what will happen?

My suitcase, filled with precious and expensive birthday gifts, was mistakenly claimed by another person at the airport. When I opened the one left behind, I found it packed with men’s clothes instead of my belongings. Determined to retrieve what was rightfully mine, I went on a frantic search for the man who had taken my suitcase. When I finally confronted him and politely asked for an exchange, he responded with the gentlest of tones: “Oh, I opened it and realized I’d made a mistake—it’s all women’s items.” I breathed a sigh of relief, ready to thank him and express my gratitude. Then he added casually, “I couldn’t use any of those things, so I sorted them out and gave them to my girlfriend. You’re welcome.” My jaw dropped. I could barely muster a response as I muttered under my breath, “What the hell?”

Because her precious Jeremy needed a lab rat, Harper shipped me off to Bendora Mental Health Institute after my surgery. I got electroshocked until I was drooling and twitching, and she? She just slapped her hand over Jeremy's eyes like, "Ew, babe, don't look." Jeremy scored a Research Award nomination off that mess. Harper celebrated with fireworks so loud they could've woken the dead. Meanwhile, I was lying there in the dark, staring up at the sky while they took my leg. To keep it quiet, Jeremy slapped on a prosthetic and threatened me if I ever opened my mouth. He told Harper I just got "a little banged up" in the trial. Numb, I boxed up my leg in a freezer box. Seven days later, at Jeremy's big gala night, guess who would unwrap it like a party favor? Yeah. Harper.

As my due date approaches, my husband's precious mistress falls into the water at a banquet. After being rescued, she immediately accuses me of pushing her. To "avenge" her, he throws me into a modified stainless steel water tank. I beg him, pleading for the sake of our unborn children. But he only sneers. "Don't try to use the babies to guilt me! You've still got a week before you're due. I know exactly how vicious you are—any child of yours would be just as rotten. Stay in there and reflect on your behavior. I'll let you out when you finally admit you're wrong!" Five days later, my husband returns home from a night out with his mistress, calling for me to come downstairs and serve them, as always. He doesn't know that my babies and I have already rotted beyond recognition.