Sin System Demonic Harem After Reincarnation

She thought the only thing between them was work and everyday banters. Akala niya, kaya niyang balewalain ang mga tingin ng lalaking madalas laman ng mga panaginip niya kapag akala nito ay hindi niya napapansin. But when Ainara Del Carmen discovers her mother is marrying Andres Bernardino’s father—Everything unravels. Andres is her boss. Her soon to be stepbrother. Ang lalaking bawal niyang mahalin. Ainara lives by legacy and loyalty. Andres breaks rules just by breathing. Sa mundo ng pamilyang puno ng drama, kasinungalingan, at mga pangakong hindi kayang pangatawanan- How do you choose love when the whole world says it’s wrong? If loving him is a sin… Then let her be guilty, again and again.

"Why am I naked in your bed?" I gasped. " Well, last night, we had a lot of fun and sins together." "What type of sins?" " That depends on your definition of the word sin," he winked. Last night I think I slept with a handsome stranger and I can't remember. I got over one man by getting under another.

Este era el noveno año en que Dante y yo cumplíamos con el “Mes Sin Amo”. El heredero de la familia Corinni siempre había creído que esa regla absurda haría que lo nuestro durara más: durante un mes después de nuestro aniversario, él era libre… y nosotros desaparecíamos por completo de la vida del otro. Si alguno encontraba a alguien más adecuado, debía desearle lo mejor. Si no… simplemente volvíamos a lo de siempre, como si nada hubiera pasado. A mi alrededor, los hombres de la familia rociaban champán sin ningún control, riendo como si celebraran algo grandioso. —¡Por otro año de libertad! ¡Felicidades a nuestro subjefe por recuperar su estatus de soltero! —¡La apuesta de la familia está abierta! ¡A la izquierda si creen que aún se casarán, a la derecha si piensan que esta vez se terminó para siempre! A través del humo espeso de los puros, permanecía sentada en la esquina de un sofá de cuero, observando con frialdad, completamente ajena… como si aquella farsa no fuera conmigo. Dante pasó junto a mí con naturalidad, su mano firmemente apoyada en la cintura de Scarlett. Ni siquiera se detuvo; solo inclinó ligeramente la cabeza al rozarme, lo suficiente para dejar caer un susurro en mi oído: —No te hagas ilusiones… Siempre serás mi única Donna. "Soy una cometa… No importa qué tan lejos vuele, la cuerda siempre la tienes tú", pensó Aurora. Apoyé mis dedos fríos sobre la suave curva de mi vientre, manteniendo el rostro completamente inexpresivo. Dante… esta vez, en la mesa de apuestas de la familia, voy a apostar por “el final”. Voy a desaparecer por completo de tu mundo. "Esa cuerda de la que estás tan orgulloso… esta noche, la voy a cortar yo misma", pensó Aurora.

WARNING: SPG •|• MATURED •|• R18 She hates him while he lusts over her. Alissa ‘Ali’ Veria, a fresh graduate who plans to leave all the memories from the past, not until she once again is bumped with Liam. She tried to run away, hiding the truth. But just like the other stories, there will always be an anchor of sin, fuel of fire, and forbidden lust.

Out of the blue, my younger sister posted the result of her pregnancy test. The caption? "Thank you my dear brother-in-law for helping me when I needed help the most and fulfilling my dreams of becoming a mother!" Shocked and furious, I couldn't resist leaving a snide comment. "Congratulations. Maybe you can keep my husband too?" My husband's reaction? He blew up and dismissed me. "I just donated my seed to Cara! Don't make a scene, Barb!" Oh, I'll make a scene.

When you've been constantly shown and proven right that love is just a word that carries so much hurt, you tend to give up on it. Thats the kind of life Clarissa has been made to live, love to her doesn't mean anything. It's a word she has come to dread completely and she's scared to love and be loved. Growing up with no one to show her the true meaning of love, she has decided on her own that love is just an illusion of people's mind To her life is all about fun and satisfying her pleasures while trying to survive and make the most of her life. She never thought there'd be someone out there willing to do anything just to make her see that love isn't that scary, that love is beautiful. Until she met him Tristan Walker What was meant to be a one night stand turned into something more. Tristan Walker, always the playboy. He never believed he could love any one. Not after what happened to him years ago, it scarred him but no one would ever know of it. To him love is just a word used to trap people, but then he meets her. Clarissa Grey. To him she was just a crazy girl he had fun with one night. But when he wakes up and she's gone without a trace, it piques his interest because no woman has ever done that to him, it's always the other way round. Now he's curious about this Beautiful and crazy redhead but she keeps running away from him Will he succeed in cracking her Da Vinci code or will he end up giving out his heart to her.

One reckless night. One forbidden crush. One playboy who sees her fire. She’s loved her best friend Frank in silence for six years—until the man from her drunken one-night stand turns out to be Eric, the rich, dangerous playboy brother of the woman Frank wants. Eric isn’t supposed to care. He’s the man every girl wants and the one she should stay away from. But when their paths cross again, his teasing turns possessive, his protection turns personal, and his kiss reminds her what it feels like to be seen. She’s tired of being the invisible girl. He’s the man who sees everything she hides. But falling for him could destroy everything she’s ever known.

On the first day of classes, my roommate gives me a crystal bracelet as a welcome gift. Without thinking, I quickly adorn it around her mother's wrist. In my past life, my roommate wanted to be a social butterfly. She was determined to have a hundred boyfriends by the time she graduated. But no matter how reckless she was, she never ended up conceiving. On the other hand, I kept getting pregnant and having countless miscarriages. But unlike her, I had never been in a relationship. The entire university mocked me, labeling me promiscuous and shameless. During my 66th miscarriage, I died on the operating table from severe bleeding. It was only after death that I realized the crystal bracelet my roommate gave me had somehow linked our wombs together. As soon as I opened my eyes, I realized I had gone back to the first day of the semester.

“Valerie.” My head snapped up at the sound of my name. The Alpha was standing by the sofa, unbuttoning the neck of his coat. “Come,” he said. “We don’t have much time.” Much time? For what? A chill moved up my arms. I wouldn’t dare ask—not that I needed to. I was not an innocent child anymore. All of my training had been for this moment. There was only one reason why werewolves purchased young, human virgins. Sex. I was a slave. A pet. And my master could do whatever he pleased with me. _________ When the war started. They fought. They slaughtered. We were nearly wiped out on the earth. Surviving humans were classified into three categories: free humans, Servants, and Slaves. My name is Valerie Davis. My parents were accused of committing a crime against the creatures in the war. After their execution, I was captured and sent to the cell as a human slave. I lived in that cell for years before I was transported to a Slave Shop, where I would be picked by a Master. It was during the dry season when I was put in the display box. I wasn't afraid like the other girls, because I was unwanted for my weirdness. I was despised for being the criminals’ daughter. I was lucky, as the masters wouldn’t want to lay a finger on me. But then the Alpha came. When he looked at me, he said he want me. ___________________________ Daily Update!

My competitive eater classmate, Selina Reeves, bound me to a fat transfer system. No matter how much food she ate, I was the one who gained weight. Later, she was named one of the top 100 food bloggers while I ballooned to 200 pounds and lost my job. My boyfriend did not seem to mind. He even proposed with unwavering confidence. A month later, Selina entered a competitive eating contest and devoured 20 pounds of ribs in one sitting. The excessive fat intake triggered acute hypertension, and I died on the spot. My husband inherited my substantial fortune, then turned around and married Selina without a second thought. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself three months in the past. Selina's food streaming career was just starting to gain traction, and I still weighed 90 pounds. This time, I snatched the ten-inch cake right out of her hands and ate every last bite. She had no idea I had bound myself to a food transfer system. No matter how much I ate, it would transfer to her stomach tenfold.