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Francine Tyra Manuel, came from a very popular and wealthy family. Tyra always get what she wanted and because her parents were both busy on their business, they always gave what their daughter wants. Pinupunan nila ang kanilang mga pagkukulang sa pagbibigay ng mga mamahaling gamit sa kanilang kaisa-isang anak. Lumaki si Tyra ng may galit sa magulang. Her parents didn't hurt her physically but mentally. She sworn to herself not to trust so that no one could hurt her again just like what her parents did.Until one day, he met Kianno Villegas. The guy who love and accept all her flaws and imperfections. Her cold and hard heart turned into a soft one. She even broke her own promise. Binuksan niya ang kanyang puso para sa lalaking mahal niya at ito rin ang dahilan ng kanyang pagbagbabago. They thought their love would last long but the faith played a nasty trick.

My life was about to be complicated. Meeting a stupidly hot guy after a missed flight, and a kiss that left me dizzy. We agreed: no names, no numbers. Just a hot make out session and goodbye. But when I start my dream job the next week, guess who’s sitting behind the Managers desk? Yep. The airport stranger. Now he’s Mr. Thatcher… aka my boss. Worse? He’s older and engaged. I know I’m not supposed to be thinking about that kiss especially when I’m supposed to be working, but my brain still hasn’t gotten the memo. Office meetings just got a lot more complicated…..

After confirming I was pregnant, I suddenly heard my husband’s inner voice. “This idiot is still gloating over her pregnancy. She doesn’t even know we switched out her IVF embryo. She’s nothing more than a surrogate for Elle. If Elle weren’t worried about how childbirth might endanger her life, I would’ve kicked this worthless woman out already. Just looking at her makes me sick. “Once she delivers the baby, I’ll make sure she never gets up from the operating table. Then I’ll finally marry Elle, my one true love.” My entire body went rigid. I clenched the IVF test report in my hands and looked straight at my husband. He gazed back at me with gentle eyes. “I’ll take care of you and the baby for the next few months, honey.” However, right then, his inner voice struck again. “I’ll lock that woman in a cage like a dog. I’d like to see her escape!” Shock and heartbreak crashed over me all at once because the Elle he spoke of was none other than my sister.

Vie is a whiz at computers and numbers. But, she has a naughty side that she rarely lets show. Worse yet, she's beginning to fantasize about a certain tough Marine that needs her help. Vie tries hard to ignore the growing ache that his presence brings on. Trev, a hard core Marine, is trying to get his life back in order after finding his baby sister after 10 years of searching. Now, he finds himself blindsided by the BDSM lifestyle. Blindsided yet intrigued. Trev can't stop imagining what it would be like to have Vie give herself completely to him. To show him all the forbidden pleasure. Haunted and hesitant, he can't decide which to choose. One path leads him towards a boring but safe vanilla life. The other twist down a bumpy road filled with erotic sinful pleasures and naughty little games for Trev and Vie to play. *Adults ONLY* *Explicit Scenes* *Violence* *BDSM Themes* Because I Want To is created by Leann Lane, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.”

All it took was a gunshot to have this criminal fucking me senseless. I'd spent months trying to bring down Antonio, the criminal I swore to put behind bars. I even set a trap for him, using someone close as bait. But instead of going down in chains, Antonio offered himself to me, in exchange for freedom. I should have said no, I should have followed the mission. But as a lonely divorcee craving warmth, how could I resist the way he touched me? The way his fingers made me forget the rules I live by? This wasn't the plan. My boss didn't send me here to get addicted to my enemy. Yet every secret night with Antonio leaves me wanting more, and drags me deeper into his dangerous world. He's supposed to die for his crimes, but unfortunately, the real crime is how badly I want him. And if the news gets out, I won't just lose my job– I'll lose my life.

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.

They say that your past is never really left in your past. I used to think that was dumb until I experienced it. Four years ago, I met the Devil. He gave me a chance to flee from him but I refused and ended up shooting him. Unfortunately for me, he returned four years later to claim me as his wife and drag me to Hell. He's going to make sure I pay for shooting him. He's going to punish me in the worst ways possible. He has promised to make me beg for mercy he'll never grant me. But then, he's not the only one hellbent on making my life a living Hell. There's another person causing havoc from the shadows. I would have to choose eventually- be with the Devil I know or side with the Devil I do not know.

“I Become A Concubine” follows the story of two sisters, Ramielle and Roxanne, who love to read historical novels. One day, when they finished a particular book about an empress who met an unfortunate fate, they started thinking of the possibilities that could happen if they were inside the book. Suddenly, they heard a voice asking if they wanted to give it a try; to live inside the book. Before they could even answer, Ramielle’s surroundings turned black as she realized that she was falling into the void. Ramielle woke up, confused, in a room strange to her. She then realized that she was actually inside the book. What surprised her more is that she is Shen Sheng Ling, the antagonist of the novel and the favorite woman of the emperor who caused the unfortunate fate of the empress in the story. Meanwhile, her sister, Roxanne, became Baturu Ilha, the confidant of the empress. Now that they are inside the story, they will try everything to change the outcome of the story and save the empress from her unfortunate fate.

The person I don't wanna see again was really Infront of me. "Dave?" I asked. "Yes Amber it's me, so glad you didn't forget my name" He said. How could I forget the person who broke me. "You need to sleep a little longer" Dave said to me. And I saw him injected something on me and it makes me slept again. The moment I wake up I saw Dave staring at me. "Hey, are you watching me while I'm sleeping?" I asked. "Yeah, you love it when I watched you sleeping" he answered. The heck he didn't forget those little things that I loved him doing. "Why did you drink too much alcohol I told you before that your body reacts bad on this activity right, look at you now you are here at the hospital instead of enjoying your bridal shower" He still a good man I know, he still the one who's got so angry when I drunk too much alcohol.

After failing the mission, the System gave me one final chance, and to succeed, I had to give birth to a child. The System promised that if the baby were born safely, it would reveal the truth to my target and give me one last glimmer of hope. However, six months into my pregnancy, just when things seemed stable, I was dragged onto an operating table in the middle of the night by my husband and family. My husband stopped the anesthesiologist from giving me any pain relief. “Let her feel the pain,” he said coldly. “We need to keep the kidneys as fresh as possible.” My parents instructed the doctor to draw my blood. “She’s the same blood type as our precious girl. Let’s take some for backup.” Even my childhood friend, the boy who had always been by my side, was the one to slice open my abdomen.  They wanted my kidneys to save my sister, who was dying from kidney failure. No one believed I was pregnant. No matter how much I begged, they went ahead with the operation, tearing me open. The baby couldn’t survive, and I died on that operating table. However, as my soul began to fade away, something strange happened. Those who had murdered me—my husband, my parents, my so-called friend—they all lost their minds.