Succubus Stayed Alive

One organization; five merciless women. Behind their innocent faces hide their true identities. They can kill without feeling guilty. Mercy? It has never been in their vocabulary. There's only one rule to keep you alive; OBEY & NEVER BETRAY. You have been warned. Welcome to Atrómitos Orgánosí ! I am Sophia Nicolle Panopio, also known as POISONER. "Beware of what you eat, honey." - - - Sophia is well-versed in various types of toxins. She's the type of woman you wouldn't want to fight with; she can kill you without you even realizing it. Poison is her expertise but then, Matthew Laqueza came into the picture. Ang lalaking magsisilbing lason sa buhay niya na kailanman ay hindi niya makokontrol. Will she even find an antidote for it?

***MAFIA'S VICE SEQUEL*** What is a queen without her king? Historically speaking, more powerful. The Dragonetti's have fallen in New York, but Sienna has made certain her family rose from the ashes in Italy. After Dante's demise, she's put her everything into the Dragonetti name and made it one to be feared again, despite her heartbreak and yearning for her only love. As tensions mount and she starts losing more of her humanity, a ghost from her past shows up, and her world comes crashing down. Could Dante be alive after all these years? And if so, why is he out to kill her? In this sequel to Mafia's Vice, two Mafia worlds intersect with one thing on either family's mind: Revenge against Allesio Speranzini.

Janessa Collins never asked for a life bound to the Mafia, but fate tied her to it the moment her father arranged her engagement to Eric Dela Cruz, the ruthless leader of the River Blood Mafia and her childhood sweetheart. Eric has built his empire with fire and blood, but his heart has always belonged to Janessa. To him, she is not just his fiancée, but his reason to keep breathing. Yet Janessa’s own heart belongs elsewhere… to Xavier, Eric’s loyal underboss, whose playful charm hides a deadly secret. Caught between a man who would burn the world for her and another who makes her feel truly alive, Janessa must navigate betrayal, forbidden love, and the shadows of power. But in the Mafia, love comes with a price and someone is always willing to collect.

For three years, Evelyn Sinclair was the perfect wife to Lucas Callahan. Loyal, smart, and always there, she stood by him through everything. But there was always one whisper that lingered: they still didn’t have a child. Then came the betrayal. Lucas cheated. No tears. No screaming. Evelyn just left. She filed for divorce and disappeared from the public eye. Now, she’s back. Classier. Stronger. Untouchable. And right next to her? Sebastian Reed, the most sought-after young billionaire in Boston, is chasing her now. In front of the media, Sebastian smiled and casually dropped a bombshell: “The moment I saw Evelyn, I knew, I’d be the happiest man alive if she were my wife.” The whole city went silent. Lucas begged her to come back. And Evelyn? She just smiled. The real game had only just begun.

She falls for two handsome vampire brothers. Now, she must choose.... Lovers of VAMPIRE DIARIES or TRUE BLOOD will enjoy this story. Discovering the mother that you thought was dead for over a decade is very much alive can shake your world. Even more so would be to discover that she has become a mutant-vampire leader and has promised you in marriage to a wicked vampire king in order to unite the two kingdoms. Now, let’s combine that with the fact that the bearer of such news is a hot and sexy guy who turns out to be a vampire and he steals your heart. Then, complicate it even more with the fact that he has an equally hot vampire brother vying for your love and who you also have feelings for and you get an idea of Casey's dilemma in this sizzling, action packed first book of paranormal romance thriller trilogy.

W A R N I N G🔞 (This story is not suitable for young readers!) Izaac Kurt Moscow never asked to be CEO of the Moscow Company. But when his parents handed him the reins, saying no wasn't an option. Cold, commanding, and dangerously handsome, he's earned a reputation among employees as the beast of the boardroom - a boss to fear, not to love. Women are just fleeting distractions to him, nothing more than a game. Until her. His new secretary is trouble wrapped in curves and confidence - sexy, seductive, and utterly off-limits. Yet the way she looks at him, the way her perfume lingers in the air, makes resisting her impossible. Now, every glance, every brush of her hand, tests the limits of his control. How long can the beast deny the one woman who makes him feel alive?

Every year, the village had to choose a girl of age to become the Blossom Bride. The girl who was chosen would be sent into the cave as the village god’s wife. She would spend the entire night with him. If she came out alive, she would be honored for the rest of her life as a village elder. Any child she bore was said to be blessed, destined for a life of effortless fortune. If she died, the village would simply wait for the next year, when another Blossom Bride would be chosen. The blessing of the Blossom Bride was believed to pass on to her parents and elders as well. However, no one wanted to be chosen. To escape the ritual, families quietly left the village, one after another. I was the only one who volunteered. I had a lust problem, and I had always wondered what it would feel like to be with a god.

My five-year marriage with Alexander was like a couture gown, ripped to shreds. "I want Victoria to show your collection for the New York Fashion Week spring preview." My husband Alexander's voice cut through the sketch I was working on. I stopped drawing. I must have heard him wrong. "What did you say?" "Victoria is new. She needs a platform. Your new spring collection is the perfect springboard for her." "You're a showstopper every year. What's the harm in giving her one shot?" he asked, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. "Besides, the brand needs new blood." I stared at the man I'd spent five years with. Suddenly, his face looked sharp, unfamiliar. "Do you have any idea how many nights I've stayed up working on this collection? And you want to give it to some new assistant?" "Evelyn, don't be so petty. It's just a preview." His expression turned cold. "I've already decided." I clenched my fists, a thousand emotions churning inside me. Fine. If you're going to treat me like this, don't blame me for leaving you.

I was head over heels for Jonas Hayes, the cold and aloof scholarship student who saw me as nothing more than a walking wallet. He took my credit card but refused to let me get close. "Get lost. The sight of you and your filthy money makes me sick." Using my wealth, he showered Clara Dove, the stunning campus bella from a humble background, with luxury gifts and even threw her a lavish birthday party at the city’s most exclusive hotel. Everyone envied him, believing he was a self-made billionaire. But I didn’t care. I stayed hopelessly in love. After graduation, I poured my entire inheritance into building a life with him, convinced I could win his heart. During our honeymoon, he watched as I drowned, his voice ice-cold as he said, "Every time I think of how you used your money to control me, I wish you’d die sooner." When I woke up again, I was back in my college classroom—the day Jonas asked me to top up his card. This time, I wasn’t the desperate fool he remembered. I slapped him across the face with the card and sneered, "Even beggars know how to kneel and ask. What are you, a weed?"

Our bodies tangled in the car. My husband moved inside me, lips claiming my chest, when the sudden ring of a phone ripped me out of our intoxicating haze. Gabriel answered without hesitation. It was one of his closest friends from the medical world, speaking in German. “Don,” the voice said casually, “your mistress is two months pregnant. What are you going to do?” Gabriel didn’t pause. His tone was calm. “Grace can’t have children,” he replied. “I’ll let her carry the baby to term, then adopt it as my own. That secures the heir. This stays between us.” Something inside me froze. The one thing he had forgotten— I majored in German. And he learned it just to win me. I didn’t scream. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I smiled, stayed quiet, and kept playing the perfect wife. Later, I slipped the divorce papers into a real estate contract and watched him sign without reading. Then I quietly registered a new identity. For the next three days, his absence—and her taunting messages—erased the last illusions I had about love. When my new identity finally went live, I walked away without looking back. Carrying his child. And disappearing from his world forever.