Tantrum Club

Travis Villaflor is a hotshot business magnate who seemingly has it all: Olympian god-like looks, wealth, fame, and power. Women flock to him, yet he remains loyal to his first love, his girlfriend, Cathyrine Reva. Raine Montemayor has long been in love with his brother’s friend, Travis. He gave him his body, soul, and heart, confessing his love, only to be seen by Travis as the little brother he never had—insisting he was “as straight as an arrow.” Heartbroken, Raine decided to fly to Canada to heal his wounded heart. But upon Raine’s return to the Philippines, Travis never expected things to change. This was no longer the cheerful fifteen years old boy who had given him everything and was rejected when he was twenty-five. Now, Raine is a handsome and sophisticated man, desired by everyone, women and men alike. Every glance from Raine ignites a burning desire in Travis, a fire that spreads through his entire being. But it feels so wrong because he has a girlfriend and claims to love her or does he? On top of that, he keeps insisting that he’s straight. But does he really mean it? Will Travis give in to the scorching temptation that Raine now represents? And will the flames of desire between them ignite once more?

Young Elise of the Von Schillers was sent to Giancarlo so he can mentor her secretly. A cynic to love, she manages to draw him in with her innocent charm and cheeky wit, and it is seriously impairing his duties. ELISE SOLER is dreading the day she must face the world as a Von Schiller. But so far she's been distracted by her over-protective and uber-hot mentor, Giancarlo, who is sweetly serious about his responsibilities that it’s driving her nuts. She's never believed the nasty rumors about his connection to a secret and exclusive club that caters to the darkest secrets of tortured souls because, under his blanket of protection, she's never felt more safe. But when he himself confesses about The Secret Sins Club, she has to step back and see with unbiased eyes the real man lurking behind the beautiful mask ...

Luna President of a Worldwide Artist Fanclub is being bullied by fellow fans of the artist, will the artist realize whats happening and defend her, or will she be disowned and out on her own! Running a fan club is not for the weak! Will Lunas friends come to the rescue? will Carmelita the artist see whats happening behind her back and on the internet for the world to see!! Can Luna Save herself from the pain of cyberbullying or will she throw everything anyway!!

Working in the Sex Industry isn't always what it's cut out to be. Some find love, like to cause chaos and others just simply try to get away with murder. = Six lives, one book and an endless rollercoaster of fun! = --- Amar lowers our hands, removing the gun from my grasp and he waits for Vanko to re-enter the room, passing him the murder weapon to dispose of. I feel Amar turn away from me and I turn to face him, wrapping my hand around his arm. When he comes to a halt and looks down at my hand, "What now?" I ask him. "You are free to leave." He says as he elevates his gaze to mine, staring me directly in the eyes.

“Miss Bella!” Saad ng isang kasamahan ko sa trabaho. “Nakalagay diyan ang bagong project mo.” Ika nito sabay lapag ng folder. Agent Snow got an assignment again. Hindi tulad ng ibang taong kailangan niyang bigyang serbisyo, ang isang ito ay hindi basta bastang tao. He is one of the dominant and well-known businessman in their country, an Ace! She entered a non-government military secret agency five years ago through the Ace of Hearts, Akihiro Leati Zhang-Hernández, a Chinese-Filipino businessman and a former military personnel. Being the most favored by the boss among the secret agents, she was envied by her colleagues and was often called as a snobbish frost. One day, the boss called her for another mission; aside from protecting a man, she was given the chance to dig clues of the accident that happened five years ago which she suspect is related to her. Assigned in protecting the Ace of Spades of the Asian business, Lance Joshua Villarreal-Sinclair, she was forced to enter the world of the elites where she found herself being dragged into the abyss of finding pieces of clues about her own identity.

Jessica a young workaholic marketing executive feels that she has just met the love of her life, Roger, he is extremely attractive and ticks all of her personality boxes. After a night of passion, she wakes one morning to find Roger covered in blood. she screams hysterically thinking he is dead but he grabs her arms, looks deep into her eyes, and tells her calmly, "Jessica, the blood is not mine."

Of all the pups in the clan, my parents only loved my brother and sister, but not me. When the fire broke in the pack, they hurried into the flames to save their pups, but only took my brother and sister. Left behind, I suffered facial burns and my wolf grew extremely weak. From then on, I lost interest in fighting for their love. Whoever wanted them, could have them. After all, I was already dying. But I did not anticipate their regret. They held my thin frail body and begged: “Could you throw a little tantrum at us again… just once more?”

On the one-year anniversary of the company's public listing, my wife, Susan Lynn, publicly announced that she was gifting a supercar worth millions of dollars to her childhood friend, Charles Baker. Charles, with his arm around her shoulder, raised his glass and said, "Thank you, Susan. Here's a toast to our friendship!" I let out a derisive laugh and walked away. Susan, feeling upset, chased after me, shouting, "Angus, what's your problem? What's wrong with me giving the top salesperson a supercar? You're just a useless waste of space, and you still dare to throw a tantrum!"

Jennifer Porter, the icy and untouchable CEO, never imagined that buying a simple jade pendant for her childhood friend would change everything. Because of that pendant, I divorced her and left with our daughter. After all, the jade pendant was my father's keepsake, and her childhood friend smashed it to pieces right in front of me. We met again three years later, at an international jewelry design competition. My ex-wife grabbed my wrist, fury burning in her eyes. "You've been gone for three years. Isn't your tantrum long enough? I'll buy you a hundred jade pendants, just come home with me." The next second, a small hand tugged at her clothes. "Excuse me, could you step aside? My mom needs to talk to my dad."

“If you were the last man on earth and I needed to be saved, I would rather die than let you touch me.” I screamed in his face, my husband. The name still sounded bitter on my tongue. He looked the least bit bothered by my outburst, taking two tentative steps until he stood right in front of me, close enough that all I could smell was him. He gripped my chin and forced me to look at him. “Throw your tantrum princess. When you’re done you’ll come back pleading for my touch, you’ll beg me to ruin you. You will swell with my child and give me the heir that I want.” He turned but stopped short and faced me again. “That is all you would be good for.”