Sakura Yuri

Dirty Game Book 1: Sky Avenido is a typically quiet, mysterious, genius and boy next door in their school but looks can be deceiving. You don't know his real self. He's obsessed with her. Dirty Game Book 2: Austin Jimenez can't accept the loss of his battle against Sky Avenido to Reese Santillan's heart but he will do everything just to get the only girl he loved in his entire life, even if he does His Dirty Tactics. Dirty Game Book 3: "Y-Yuri? Anong ginagawa mo dito?" Nauutal kong tanong habang nakatingin sa lalakeng ilang araw nang ginugulo ang buhay ko. "Is that how you welcomed me? My bestfriend's girlfriend?" He smirked that I almost lost my breath. Sana hindi ko nalang siya nakilala. Sana hindi nalang siya ipinakilala sa akin ni Zane. He is Yuri Avenido. My boyfriend's bestfriend who wants me so badly. This is the Dirty Game series of Sky, Austin, and Yuri.

Yuri He wasn’t looking for anything pure or righteous. He’d never known tenderness, nor did he want to know. It didn’t fit with being Bratva. But when he met her, this tiny bundle of woman, he almost wished he were different. Something about her just appealed to a place deep inside him. A feeling he never realized was even there. She had reached down deep into his soul and taken a piece of him. For her, he almost wished he was different. Because now that he had tasted her he wouldn’t let her go. Raven She knew who he was and what he was but she never expected to be drawn to him. She had nothing to offer a man like him. He was one man she never should have met, let alone been allowed to taste. He was everything she’d ever dreamed of and so much more. She knew she should have walked away from him for her own sake. But if she did, she’d be nothing more than a shattered soul.

Tamara and Harry have been married for six years, and they have a daughter named, Lily. Tamara’s mom noticed that Harry has been distant to her, so she suggested that they should take a vacation to strengthen their married life. Pero dahil sumama ang pakiramdam ni Tamara, she was left in the house. Harry made it to the beach resort, alone. Tamara said he needed it. He needed to unwind and relax. Tamara thought he was really alone, dahil nung umayos na ang pakiramdam niya at sumunod siya sa resort, nahuli niyang may kasama itong ibang babae. Tamara had to grapple with decisions; to stay, or leave. At lalong naging magulo ang lahat noong pumasok sa eksena si Daniel De Guzman, ang billionaire CEO na first love ni Tamara, at ang tunay na ama ni Lily.

In which a guy asked his neighbor for her wifi password in return for a kiss. Meet Kim Yoo-Mi, a young girl who has been inlove with her neighbor since she's 12, since she saw him through her window in her room. But he is a snob. He never talks to her and even takes a glance on her. And now that she's 16, she was surprised when he tried to communicate with her only to get her wifi password because his internet was cut off. She thought he was making friends with her, but she's wrong. Will she give him what he wanted? What if he'll found out that his name was her wifi password? Meet Yoon Jeonghan, the arrogant and snob basketball player in the school. He's the most popular in the campus and a playboy one. He always finds his neighbor cute so after 4 years of snobbing her, he tried to communicate with Yoo-Mi by getting her wifi password. What if Yoo-Mi found out that it's not true that his wifi was cut-off? That he only made an excuse just to kiss her?

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want. Some called me cursed. Broken. Unstable. But the truth is simpler. I’m blooming again — and they all feel it. They don’t love me. They remember me. They remember what I used to be — what I still am, underneath the silence. One of them burned me with just a kiss. One broke my spine with kindness. One slid her hand under my shirt like it was always hers. One cries when she touches me. One never speaks, but her eyes dig. One wants to keep me. One wants to ruin me. And one just wants to finish what we started. They think I’m choosing. I’m not. My body already did. And now the bloom inside me is turning darker.

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.