The Devil Is A Handsome Man

Mike is a free man. He leaves his hometown to 'tour' the world. He comes back to atone for his past deeds. He tries to make up to Susanna. It became more difficult for him when he finds out his love for her. He left her life without a thought and comes back suddenly into her life, without permission. Was the love she had for him still there, waiting to be rekindled?

Kiara Retania, or Kia, has just had her heart broken. The man she loves is about to marry—but not her. She was merely the mistress of Alex Guntoro, her boss, who is set to wed the woman chosen by his parents, leaving Kia behind without a second thought. To mend her broken heart, Kia decides to go to a club and pick a man to spend the night with. In a reckless game, she spins a bottle on the table, intending to let fate choose her companion. But to her surprise, the bottle points directly at a charming and handsome bartender. But... is he really just a bartender? Or is he a man determined to make Alex pay for the pain he caused Kia—and to claim Kia, both her heart and body, for himself?

That day, my parents and sister who were all working abroad suddenly told me that I was a second-generation rich with trillions of dollars in wealth!Gerald Crawford: I am a second-generation rich?

Sweetheart please gumising kana kailangan ka ng dalawa nating anak, at higit din kitang kailangan patawarin mo ako sa lahat-lahat ng nagawa ko sayo, sorry kung hindi ko maamin sayo na mahal na mahal Kita dahil sa ayokong saktan si Allen, Pero hindi ko naisip sa kabila ng lahat ikaw na pala ang aking nasasaktan bigyan mo ako ng pag kakataong bumawi at ipakita sayo at sa mga anak natin na kayo ang buhay ko

The day we were meant to be mated, my Alpha, Ford, was ambushed. Silver bullets shredded his car, sending it plunging off a bridge and into the river below. He was pronounced dead. Drowned. I was left pregnant with his heir, shattered by the raw agony of our severed mate bond. Then Ford's twin, Aiden, returned from abroad with his mate, Kyra. His identical face and a scent so similar to my mate's nearly drove me mad. A desperate part of me swore Ford was still alive. I told myself it was just grief. A widow's delusion. Until I overheard a hushed conversation and the horrifying truth slammed into me: the man pretending to be Aiden was Ford. He had faked his death. He'd let his own brother die in his place, all for Kyra—the other woman carrying his child. The grief that had crippled me instantly morphed into a cold, sharp rage. Ford didn't just break our bond; he shattered it. And I would make him pay. I wiped my tears and sent a single message to my brother, Billy, the Alpha of the Winterstone Pack. "Brother, I need a plane crash. He loves faking his death? Fine. Let him feel what it's like to truly lose a mate." Only when the news of my "death" spread did Ford reclaim his name. He knelt for seven days and nights in the ashes of the home we once shared, consumed by a grief of his own making.

"Now the most important rule," he paused to gain her full attention and when he was sure she was listening carefully, he added, "we do not touch, or let others touch our body except for shaking hands and friendly hugs, no matter what the case." Bella looked at him and blinked, "but you touched my ass, Lucifer." She accused him again, making him dumbfounded. Lucifer coughed, embarrassed, remembering how he was enjoying touching her and even commented that it was firm and perky. "I was asleep, Bella, I did not know." He was telling the truth. But Bella added, "but you said, in any case, Lucifer." His reason left him speechless once again. Now what should he do? If he said this was an exception, she would ask him to make a list of exceptions. He sighed, "okay, it was a mistake, Bella, I apologise." He replied sincerely, that he should not take advantage of her childlike innocence. It's alright, let me touch your ass, and we will be equal. ****** Lucifer was broke. He didn't have enough money to pay his sister's fees and buy her something for Christmas. He wanted to do something special for her this Christmas, so he took the advice of his best friend and gave his room on rent. But due to the Christmas holidays, he didn't get any applications from men to take the room. In desperation, he accepted the girl who had asked many times for the room. What he doesn't know is that the girl is a demon who ran away from the group that came to destroy the happiness of the festivities.

 : Ashley was forced to marry a crippled old man to save her mom's life. When she woke up the next day, she saw a stunning man beside her, she clutched onto him tightly and his forehead. "I want to continue living in this dreamland, there is a handsome Man here! She murmured half sleep. She touched his   " oh my God, he has broad shoulders and chocolate abs, she thought and momentarily licked her lips. " Holy heavens, don't let me wake up, I'm just going to stay married to him here in my dream! All those thoughts were going on in her head. Ashley opened her eyes slowly and saw a man beside her, he wasn't the man she married. "Hey beautiful" his hoarse and deep voice came through. Ashley shoved him and he stumbled to the floor. " Ouch…. my waist" he in pain. "Help!. There is an intruder here!

As usual... Same answer to the same question asked. Cold, hard, dull and dry and cracked just like arid lands... How are you, however, is a normal question. The answer given in return is usually "I'm fine" and it is a clear answer that will follow. After that, the conversation would go away, but the young man's voice froze both the time and the atmosphere with his answer. The conversation was limited to a few short words, and that was what he wanted anyway...

A huge scandal shrouded Greg's image when there was a very humiliating tape had spread, and the video was from his fan Caruss, the jerk he ever scorned. When they have met, there was a surprising happened between them that drowned their worlds in a life forcibly hidden. However, Greg's accusation of Caruss' embarrassment resulted in a mistake. How can he prevent the strong desire he had felt if all he wants is just vengeance?

Calvin walked unsteadily towards Emily with a sly grin. A faint smile remained on his lips until Calvin stood right in front of Emily. "Is there something wrong if I change clothes in my own room?" Calvin stopped right in front of Hasna without breaking their eye contact at all. "After all, we are husband and wife, it's fine for me to be naked in front of you, right?" Calvin teased as he pried open Emily's hands which were still covering her face. "I'm not ready yet, Calvin, will you shut up your finches first?" Emily demanded, still keeping both hands covering her eyes. "Hahaha, this is Emily's eagle, not a finch," Calvin corrected because he felt insulted if the heirloom weapon he had carefully guarded for 29 years was called a finch. "Come on, open it! Take a look at my eagle!"