Son Na Eun A Pink

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY DISTURBED BY MATURE THEMES. BLURB: “Oh…” I moaned before I could stop it. “Sorry…” I whispered steadying myself, but what he said next knocked the breath from me. “I’m sorry, Sienna. I couldn’t hold it anymore.” He grabbed me and lifted me onto the nearest freezer. His lips crashed into mine, hot and hungry. My stomach twisted with excitement. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair. Our tongues moved fast, like we were devouring each. I lifted my hips from the freezer, rubbing my soaked pussy against his hard groin. My jumpsuit clung to my body, thin enough to feel everything. “Sienna…” he groaned. “Please… touch me,” I whispered against his mouth. ____ One night, one forbidden taste. She sucked off a stranger in a dark club, recklessly. What she didn’t know? He was her fiancé’s father. What he didn’t know? She was his future daughter-in-law. But then they met again, in daylight, around family. The fire was still there, burning hotter than ever, even though everything around them said “NO” to continue. He knew he was off-limits. She knew she should have run. But when lust turned into obsession, could either of them stop before it destroyed them all?

My son has an aortic dissection and needs surgery. My husband is a cardiac expert, but I don't bother calling him. Instead, I take a cab straight to the hospital. In my past life, upon begging my husband, he came home with the ambulance to pick our son up. He also arranged for our son to be admitted. But because he forgot to bring his phone, his childhood sweetheart died of a heart attack when she couldn't reach him. He went missing for three months and suddenly returned one day, looking perfectly normal. He even volunteered to prepare the meal on our son's birthday. It turned out he only wanted to poison the food. He strangled me and cut my neck open. "You forced me to come home to pick our son up. Ciara wouldnt' have died if I'd answered her call that day. You and your son are murderers—you have to pay with your lives!" When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day my son has an aortic dissection. This time, my husband manages to answer his childhood sweetheart's phone. But why is he on his knees before me and begging for forgiveness?

On the day our son, Lucas Smith, turned one month old, my husband, Xavier Smith, learned that his precious childhood sweetheart, Wendy Xander, had been kidnapped. The kidnappers made an outrageous demand. They wanted him to personally cut off our son’s legs. He acted indifferent, as if it didn’t matter. But behind my back, he drugged my drink with a heavy dose of sleeping pills. Dazed and barely able to stay awake, I forced myself toward the nursery. That was when I overheard his conversation with his bodyguard. “Mr. Smith, there’s a good chance Miss Xander staged this whole kidnapping. Are you really going to do this? What if something happens to Lucas?” “It’s just a kid. If he dies, he dies. “Even if this is all fake, I won’t take a single risk when it comes to Wendy.” My hands trembled as I gripped the doorframe. So this was what I meant to him. Eight years together. His own flesh and blood. And none of it mattered more than Wendy.

I had anemia, so getting pregnant was not easy for me. My husband and I tried for ten years, and we finally had a son. When our son turned eight, he got into a car accident. The doctor said that he needed a blood transfusion, but his blood type was A. Both my husband and I were type O. My husband started to suspect that the child was not his and did a paternity test right away. The result showed that the boy really was not his son. I could not believe it and asked for another test, but the result was the same. My mother-in-law accused me of cheating and called me horrible names. My husband asked for a divorce and told me to leave with nothing except my son. We were kicked out of the house and ended up living in a cave in the mountains. A sudden rainstorm caused a landslide, and my son and I were buried alive inside. After I died, my spirit stayed near my husband. I heard him talking on the phone. “Don’t worry. I made her leave with nothing. We’ll get our marriage certificate tomorrow.” It turned out he had been seeing another woman for a while and had planned everything to make me leave with nothing except my son. What I could not figure out was how he managed to fake the paternity test in front of everyone. Luckily, I returned to the past. I woke up on the day of my son’s car accident.

My husband had lost interest in me for many years. My son's classmate taught me how to flirt with my husband. However, when he was doing so, he placed a hand on my butt and said, "Open up, Mrs. Jackson!"

I’d just wrapped up a short trip with my daughter, Elara. On the way back, I figured I’d swing by the Hale, our family’s casino, to check in on my son, Cassian. Maybe grab dinner together. I didn’t expect to be mistaken for his latest fling. Correction: not mistaken—accused. Violently. “You think you can just waltz in here like some queen?” she hissed. “I’m the woman Cassian loves! What kind of whore are you? And is this your bastard daughter with him?” She locked us in the basement. No phone. No light. Just concrete walls and the stench of mildew and madness. Then came the fists. She slapped me across the face—again and again—until my skin stung and my ears rang. When that didn’t satisfy her, she pulled a gun and aimed low. The bullet tore through my knee. I bit back a scream, shielding Elara with my body. “You need to die, whore,” she spat. One of her men hesitated, “We should at least tell Mr. Hale first. If we are going to kill these two in his casino.” Lila of course said no. But that man brought Cassian anyway. My son stepped into this dark little room like it was any other Tuesday—until he saw me. His whole body went still. The blood drained from his face. And then, in the smallest, most broken voice I’d ever heard from him, he whispered, “Mom? What are you doing in my basement?”

Isang salita para ilarawan si Leah Olaer: Mataba. At dahil sa kanyang matabang katawan, nagtaksil ang kanyang fiancé na si Kyle at ang babaeng pinagtaksilan siya ay tinawag siyang ugly fat duckling. Hindi lang puso niya ang nasaktan kundi pati ang pride niya bilang isang babae. Kaya naman nang gabing nalaman niya na niloloko lang siya ng kaniyang fiancé, pumunta siya sa isang bar at nilunod niya ang sarili sa alak. That night, Leah was so down, hurt, in pain and depressed, then she came across Achilles Williams. Ang gwapong lalaki na walang kahihiyang hinalikan siya sa harap ng maraming tao. Sa sobrang kalasingan niya, naulit ang halik na nauwi sa mainit na pagtatalik. Saka lang niya narealize na mali ang ginawa niya ng magising siya kinabukasan at wala na ang kalasingan niya. So Leah did the most reasonable thing to do. Tumakas siya. At napatunayan ni Leah na ang kasabihang 'Kahit anong iwas mo, ang kapalaran ay hahabulin ka.' Dahil kahit saan siya tumakbo, naroon si Achilles at naghihintay sa kanya para akitin siya. Maniniwala ba siyang iba si Achilles sa manloloko niyang fiancé? Hahayaan ba niya ang puso na mahalin ang isang makisig at guwapong lalaki na alam niyang hindi bagay sa kagaya niyang ugly fat duckling? O babaguhin niya ang sarili niya para maging bagay siya rito?

Si Ivan Kim, isang mayaman at bilyonaryong CEO na nagmamay-ari ng hindi mabilang na hotel sa iba’t ibang bansa ay isa ding binata na hindi naniniwala sa pag-ibig at higit sa lahat.. sa KASAL. Si Ciela Luna Young, isang digital marketing assistant, breadwinner ng isang broken family. Isang dalagang pilit na nagsusumikap sa buhay upang patunayan ang kanyang sarili na karapat-dapat siyang pakasalan ng kanyang mayaman, perfectionist, soon to be lawyer at fiancè na si Jackson Chua. Ngunit isang hindi inaasahang pangyayari ang mag-uugnay sa kanilang dalawa. Ang cold hearted na CEO at hindi naniniwala sa pag-ibig at kasal ay aksidenteng maikakasal kay Ciela Luna isang gabi matapos silang pumunta sa wedding party ng kanilang mutual friend. Isang halik na magpapabago ng kanilang kapalaran. Ano ang mangyayari sa kanilang dalawa? Paninindigan kaya ni Ivan Kim si Ciela Luna? Matutuloy kaya ang kasal ni Ciela sa kanyang fiancè matapos ang nakagugulantang na balita? Abangan.

My girlfriend and I were reborn, returning to the cramped basement apartment we rented right after graduation. We silently walked out the door together, neither of us mentioning staying together. She went abroad with her childhood sweetheart to further her studies while I stayed behind, grinding away at my company. Seven years later, she became a rising young designer with a bright future and a happy family. I was still grinding away at the same company. When we met again, she clung to her childhood sweetheart's arm, looking down at my slightly disheveled state with a mocking smile. "Long time no see. How did you end up looking like a beggar?" I ignored her. However, later, when the powerful, world-renowned CEO of a top design firm clung to my arm, acting sweetly, her face twisted with panic. "Alex Prescott! How can you be so close with another woman?!"

Sachriana has the chance to choose who she wants to have a forty-eight mag-jowa challenge with. Instead of choosing someone who she is comfortable with, she takes risks in choosing the man who never gave her attention. She chose Jeide Dyion, the man she is in love with, sadly, the man is in love with her cousin named Melody. But with that kind of dare, new hope has bloomed. She will not waste the chance. But to her surprise something happened between them on that night. But what if, hindi pala siya ang nakikita ni Jeide Dyion ng gabing iyon? She is hurt. She wants to move on. And now that she is moving on, mukhang nagkabaligtad dahil ang lalaki na ang humahabol. Pero bakit ganoon? Bakit pakiramdam ni Sachriana ay wala sa kanya ang buong atensyon ng lalaki? Pakiramdam niya ay pangalawa pa rin siya. Pero paano kung pakiramdam niya lang pala iyon? Paano kung siya pala talaga ang priority ng lalaki?