Save Me Series Mona Kasten

“But I won’t stand a shy woman in bed,” patuloy ko. “Ayoko ng babaeng parang napipilitan lang makipag-sex sa akin. Gusto ko iyong pagka-Freya mo noong gabing buohin natin ‘yang anak ko na nasa sinapupunan mo ngayon.”  “Naka-drugs ako noon…” pabulong niyang sabi. “Hindi ako ang Freya na iyon. Kung ano man ang nangyari sa akin dahil sa droga ay hindi ko ginusto iyon.” I smirked as I cupped her left jaw with my right hand. I stared into her eyes. “That night, Freya...That night I decided to make you my woman. Make you my bitch…” I grinned. “Kaso nabuo man ang panganay ko. Siya ang nagdesisyon na pakasalan kita and that makes you... luckier.”  ****** ALGUIEN ESPOSITO is a mafia boss who doesn’t care to any woman in general. He was raised to be ruthless and focused to be the leader of their organization, EXCELLANTE. Para sa kaniya ay wala siyang pakialam sa kahit sinong babae. But one night, Alguien ended up in bed with FREYA - a poor woman, who was a payment for him because of the latter's boyfriend's debt. Intrigue. Conspiracy. Deception. When Alguien wanted to make his marriage with Freya work, Freya found her true identity and worth. While Alguien wanted to keep Freya as his wife, Freya found a reason to leave him and face her life. As Alguien needs to stay as the leader of Excellante in the underground society, Freya becomes a princess and a true blue-blood royalty. ****** This is a story that is close to a real mafia way of life. If you are a sucker for romance and simple plot, better not read this!!!

WARNING 18+ CONTAINS MATURE SCENES “Touch my throne and lose your hand. Touch her. . .and lose your soul.” • • • • • King Kaelric is cursed and his kingdom withers without the continuation of his bloodline. Thirty-two maidens were ritually prepared to carry his child and all thirty-two failed to conceive. His enemies sharpen their spears, and King Kaelric is scarred from battle, cold with a duty to protect his people. Elira, a slave girl with no memory of her past, shares a forbidden yet passionate night with the King and bears his seed. But when the pregnancy threatens her fragile life, Kaelric has to choose between the heir fated to restore his kingdom...or the slave who gave him something greater than a kingdom. • • • • • Cursed Bloodline is the first book in The Bloodline Series-a dark, steamy fantasy romance full of fated mates, sacrifice and twisted magic.

'Yong feeling na ipinagkasundo ka na palang ipakasal sa taong kinamumuhian mo. Sa isang taong makita mo pa lang ang mukha umiinit na ang ulo mo. 'Yong taong hindi mo makasundo. Ni sa hinagap 'di mo man lang pinangarap na makasama habambuhay. Lust or love at first sight? 'Yong feeling na makakita ka ng isang Adonis na nakatapis lamang ng tuwalya sa ibabang parte ng katawan nito. Sa 'di mo inaasahan na lugar at pagkakataon. 'Yong tipong tumakas ka sa kanilang lahat pero napadpad ka naman sa isang lugar na mas ikakapahamak mo. Magpapadilim ng kapalaran mo. Lugar kung saan naisuko mo ang pinakaiingatan mo. Sa lalaking 'di mo lubos kilala ang pagkatao at ayaw mo. Sa isang lalaking hinusgahan kaagad ang pagkatao mo. Ano ang gagawin mo kung sa paglipas ng mga araw na nakakasama mo s'ya sa iisang bubong ay unti-unting nahuhulog ang loob mo sa kanya? At pa'no kung kailan hulog na hulog ka na. Ibinigay mo na ang lahat na meron ka sa kanya. Wala ka nang tinira pa para sa sarili mo. Saka naman isa-isang nagsipagsulputan ang mga babae n'ya. Tatanggapin mo ba ang pagsusumamo n'ya sa'yo? Mga pangakong magbabago s'ya para sayo? Maniniwala ka bang magbabago ang isang certified playboy dahil sayo? Ano ang gagawin mo kung isang araw malalaman mong nakabuntis ng ibang babae ang lalaking mahal na mahal mo na? Ang lalaking inakala mong s'ya na ang "THE ONE" mo. Mapapatawad mo pa ba s'ya or tatakas kang muli?

“Did you have sex with him?” “Yes.” “Are you really going to marry him?” These were the questions Lala’s boyfriend, John, asked when he found out Lala was about to marry his uncle—after John cheated on and betrayed her while secretly planning to marry Lala’s best friend. But when Lala learned the truth, she turned to John’s uncle. His touch was fire, and every moment with him ignited a passion she couldn’t get enough of. One passionate night turned into walking down the aisle with the man who made John lose all sense—abandoning his fiancée and spiraling every day in front of Lala. Her choice shattered her heartless boyfriend’s heart into a million pieces.

Rowanne Steele thought she had it all. A perfect marriage to Jett Carter, heir to the Carter empire, and a future filled with love. But when Jett dies in a tragic car crash, her world shatters. Her mourning days aren't over, still clinging to his memory, drowning in grief and loyalty to the man she thought she knew. Until one night, a hidden truth rises from his belongings and everything Rowanne believed about her husband was a lie. Lost and heartbroken, she runs into the only arms that feel safe, Eli Carter, Jett’s younger brother. What begins as a moment of comfort in the rain turns into a mistake neither of them can forget. A mistake that feels far too much like fate. Rowanne swears it can’t happen again. Eli refuses to let go. Whether forbidden or not, he’s determined to claim her. And this time, he won’t lose.

"You're just like your father who is vulnerable to temptation, so stop denying that this woman you're disgusted with, is a good kisser. Forget that I'm your father's mistress." The mocking words of Jennifer Garcia, known by those who are considered her enemies, by the name, Kailani Monuz. No one wants to be the loser between her and Yazed Amante, who is an arrogant man and has his own stand in life. Yazed will do everything to keep his family's reputation and the safety of his mother. One of the things he has to get rid of is the woman who has an angelic face but is dangerous to his family. What will Yazed do when he finds out the truth about Kailani Monuz?

Stella means, "The star of the whole world." Cassiopeia Stella has everything she wants. Money, beauty, fame, and intelligence. She's the brightest star of her family, she's the lucky charm of her family. Everyone wants her, everyone admires her personality, everyone loves her. Everyone wants to be her. But there's one thing that everyone doesn't know. She's the secret of the billionaire. She's the billionaire's secret.

Mariecris Bayubay, isang probinsyanang naging biktima ng karahasan sa syudad. Namuhay sa apat na sulok ng madilim na silid. Walang karamay. Walang masasandalan. Nag-iisa. Walang kamag-anak. Wasak. Bigo. Nabuhay sa takot at pagpapakamatay. Halos mawala siya sa sariling katinuan hanggang sa mapadpad siya sa puder ng isang napakayamang lalaki at magaling na psychiatrist na nagngangalang Seven Castillion, isang binatang bigo sa pag-ibig dahil ang unang babaeng minahal niya ay siya na ngayong asawa ng kanyang nakakatandang kapatid. Nagparaya siya kahit sobrang sakit na pakawalan ito. Hinding hindi na niya nakikita ang sariling magmamahal ulit dahil kahit na may sarili ng pamilya ang babaeng unang minahal ay hindi pa rin siya nawawalan ng pag-asa. Ang binata ang nagbihis at nag-alaga kay Mariecris sa mga panahong gusto na niyang sumuko. Dahil sa kabutihan nito ay hindi niya namalayang nahuhulog na siya, pero anong mapapala ng pagmamahal niya para dito kung may ibang tinitibok ang puso nito? Siya nga ba ang unang babaeng babali sa tadhana ng mga Castillion? Siya nga ba ang unang babaeng magsasabing hindi totoo ang paniniwala ng mga ito na kung sino ang unang minahal ay siya ang huli? O dahil sa pag-ibig niya sa binata ay mas lalo siyang mawawasak at muling nanaisin na mamatay nalang?

Mi novio, Pablo Pimentel, es el heredero de la familia más poderosa de la capital. Su fortuna supera los cien mil millones de dólares. Para ponerme a prueba, durante siete años de relación, nunca me regaló nada, nunca gastó un solo centavo en mí. Ni siquiera cuando iba a comprar condones: insistía en pagar mitad y mitad. Después, mi madre se enfermó de gravedad. Les pedí dinero a todos los familiares y amigos que pude. Solo me faltaban dos mil dólares para cubrir el costo de la cirugía. Le supliqué, le rogué. Pero Pablo no me prestó ni un dólar. Tuve que pagar yo sola los gastos del funeral de mi madre. Cuando regresé a casa para recoger mis cosas, encontré por casualidad una lista de regalos que le había comprado a Sara García: una villa de lujo, bolsos de marcas exclusivas, joyas valoradas en cientos de millones de dólares… También vi los audios en el grupo con sus amigos: "Pablo, ¿es cierto que Leticia se arrodilló para pedirte dos mil dólares?" Pablo se rió con frialdad, su voz sonó despreocupada, casi divertida. "Sara tenía razón: quien se arrodilla por tan poco dinero no es más que una interesada. Apenas llevamos siete años juntos y ya está desesperada por sacarme dinero." Resultó que siete años de "prueba" no valieron más que un comentario venenoso de su vecinita de al lado. No importa. Desde el momento en que mi madre murió, ya lo había decidido: desaparecer de su vida para siempre.

On my fifteenth birthday, I begged my mom to teach me how to make a cream cake from scratch. We only had cream at home. No flour. So we went out to buy some. When we came back, we didn't walk into a birthday surprise. We walked in on my father pressing a strange she-wolf down onto the dining table. Cream was smeared all over her bare body. That night ended with my parents signing the Mating Dissolution Agreement. From that day on, cake became my nightmare, a taboo I could never touch. The night I mated with Alpha Kaelen of the Shadow Pack, amidst the pain and pleasure of his marking bite, I whispered in his ear. "Honey, if you ever want to end our mating, just bring me a cake." He frowned, his eyes burning with possessiveness, and kissed the words away. "Don't talk nonsense, Seraphina. You are my fated mate. How could I ever let you go?" Later, on his birthday, his intern secretary Elena ordered a three-tier luxury cake. Kaelen went into a rage, throwing both the cake and the intern out the front door. Back then, I was moved, even telling him not to be so harsh on a low-ranking wolf for my sake. But six months later, Elena had been promoted to Kaelen's personal assistant. On my birthday, she walked into my laboratory, swinging her hips, holding a burnt, homemade cake. I called Kaelen, asking him to remove the provocative item. On the other end of the line,his tone was casual. "Elena put her heart into making that for you. It would be cruel to throw it away. Be a good girl, don't be so sensitive. Have the grace of a Luna." The phone slipped from my hand. It turned out my mother wasn't wrong. Cake really is best served with a side of rejection papers.