The Guide

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Alejandro, the son of the Mexican biggest gangster hid in Istanbul from his rivals where he met Ceyda, a teenage Turkish girl who was his tour guide. They fell in love with each other but his father threatened Ceyda and ordered her to disappear from Alejandro's life because he wanted Alejandro to marry the daughter of his business partner. His father created scenarios that made Alejandro violent and after his father's death, Alejandro took over his father's position and found out Ceyda eventually and started torturing her for his revenge until the truth was revealed.

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT SCENES. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. Seojin, an SS-rank Esper, is the golden retriever type—kind, powerful, and fiercely independent. But there's one thing he's sure of: he doesn't need a Guide, especially not a male one. Haunted by a traumatic childhood experience, Seojin has spent his life pushing away anything that might tie him down, particularly 'Guides'. He’s convinced he’s straight, and the mere idea of bonding with a male Guide is something he refuses to consider. Minseok, a mischievous and dominant S-rank Guide, notorious for his ability to tame even the strongest Espers. He has always been desired, pursued relentlessly by Espers who craves his touch. But none of them interest him—until he meets Seojin, the one Esper who dares to reject him outright. To Minseok, this isn't just about power anymore—Seojin’s resistance becomes an irresistible challenge. For the first time, an Esper he sees as different has the audacity to turn him away, and Minseok is determined to claim him by any means necessary. What starts as a battle of wills soon turns into something far more dangerous: a burning desire, undeniable attraction that neither can ignore. Enemies on the surface, Seojin and Minseok find themselves drawn together by a bond stronger than either expected. As their disdain/obsession towards each other turns into passion, they must confront their deepest fears and desires—because in the end, they might just be exactly what the other needs.

On the day my dad, the Don of the Capone family, comes to the orphanage to take me home, I show up in a tactical helmet and a bulletproof vest. "I'm not going home with you. You're definitely doing this to trick me into getting married to a perverted old geezer in a marriage alliance. I bet my adopted sister has made preparations to start fake-crying anytime by loading up on her eyedrops." My dad is amused, to say the least. "Why would any of that happen? Silvia is nothing but welcoming you to our home! Also, our family isn't a lowly organization that deals with human trafficking." But I refuse to believe my dad at all. On the way home, I keep typing something on my phone. My mom, the Donna, leans over curiously. "Are you writing a diary entry?" "Nope. I'm writing tips on 'How to Survive the Mafia.'" 1) My food will definitely be poisoned. 2) If I get close to a staircase, I'll definitely get pushed down the stairs. 3) I'll get framed for something that I've never done before. My parents swear to me that none of the things I've written will ever happen. They tell me that my adopted sister, Silvia Capone, has a great personality, and things are amicable in the family. However, everything changes when Silvia brings me a glass of juice before lunchtime and insists on watching me drink it. Instead, I dump the juice into a nearby vase of flowers. Just as my parents are about to scold me for wasting the juice, smoke begins drifting from the flowers inside the vase. Then, they start wilting rapidly. I calmly leave a bright red checkmark behind the "poison" tip. As my parents stare at the dead flowers, they can feel color draining from their faces. "You should send the juice to a chem lab for analysis."

The world snapped back into focus, the memories of my brutal end crashing into the present. I was back—right here, right now, the exact moment Jarrold Jameson was trying to hand me that obscenely expensive purse. In my past life, he'd had a nasty fight with his precious Cindy Mayford. To make her jealous, he decided to use me as his pawn. I'd been stupid enough to love him once, but my pride had revolted. I'd refused to be a stand-in. It didn't matter. He kept engineering "accidental" run-ins, crafting one public misunderstanding after another, all to get a reaction from Cindy. I had done nothing wrong. I gained nothing. But I became Cindy's enemy. Her jealousy festered until it turned lethal. She had me kidnapped. The men she hired left my body shattered and broken. And Jarrold? He held his sobbing darling close and whispered those unforgettable words, "She got what she deserved." In the end, they stepped right over what was left of me and walked off into their picture-perfect life. Now, staring into his smug face, a cold clarity settled over me. This time, everything would be different. I snatched the handbag from his grasp. "A present for me?" I asked, my voice sweet, a sharp, calculated smile on my lips. "I love it. But just so you know, for next time… I've always preferred the classic design from her family's brand. That's the one you should be buying me."

Ryder Bates is an incurable player. Ever since his childhood sweetheart broke his heart over and over again and left him for an Arab billionaire, he had sworn off committing to any woman. Holly Grace Michaels is forced to help her best friend Kim Evans after player Ryder humiliates and uses her. The girls decide it's time that he gets a taste of his own medicine and Holly Grace Michaels is their secret weapon.But falling for the player is not in the plan. Holly is torn between falling in love with the player and revenge for her best friend.

(Witchita Series #1) On the evening of Santacruzan, I met Gideon, the consort of my life. Months later, we grew closer to each other, but then... he found out about the bet and we split up. Weeks after our breakup, he confronted and told me, “Panagutan mo ako... Buntis ako," and I was like, “Gago ka ba?” Days after my family revealed our biggest secrets, I made up my list. To do: 1. Get to know more about my family's identity, history, and special ability (especially in dealing with a pregnant male partner!) 2. Master my family's craft — witchcraft. 3. Attend to Deon's needs, assist, and take care of him. 4. Protect and keep him away from his pack for nine months (or else our child's gonna get killed because Deon's a son of an alpha b*tch!) 5. Plan about our child's financial support and our parental setup. 6. Make sure that the whole pregnancy experience will be tolerable for the first-time mommy (or pappy or whatsoever, I don't really know what to call him, geez...) 7. The child should stay with my family after Deon gave birth because he or she belongs to us, to the kind who needs to keep hiding. 8. And the most important thing to do, love my child with all my heart, mind, and Witchita soul. I am Angie Lou Pereira, a Witchita, and this is my guide to successful parenting.

As I gazed into his eyes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity, as if I had known him for years. "There's something about you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Something that draws me to you." He smiled, revealing a set of perfect teeth. "I feel it too," he said, his voice low and melodic. "It's like we were meant to meet." I couldn't deny the electricity that coursed through me as he spoke, and I found myself leaning closer to him, wanting to feel his warmth. "Who are you?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. He chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "I'm just a guy," he said. "But I've been told that I have a certain charm." I couldn't help but laugh at his modesty, knowing full well that he was more than just a guy. He had an aura about him, a sense of confidence and self-assurance that was both intimidating and alluring. As we continued to talk, I found myself opening up to him, sharing things that I had never told anyone before. It was like he was a confidant, someone that I could trust with my deepest secrets. And as we parted ways, I knew that I had met someone special. He was more than just a guy, he was a kindred spirit, a soulmate that I had been searching for all my life.

After surviving the brutal apocalypse for ten years, hardened survivor Hayley Reid was betrayed by her base and unexpectedly woke up two weeks before the apocalypse began. Back in time, her useless father and stepmother were still pressuring her to give up her house for her brother and his newlywed wife. This time, Hayley didn’t hesitate to sell them the house for dirt cheap. While they celebrate this great deal, Hayley went crazy stockpiling supplies. With the help of the super base system’s overpowered perks, she built an unbeatable shelter. While everyone else was stuck in zombie chaos, Hayley relaxed in her fortress like she was on vacation. While everyone else struggled to find food, her dog enjoyed a full buffet every day. While everyone else risked their lives squeezing into crowded survivor camps, Hayley’s base stood as the strongest steel fortress in the whole world!

J'ai acheté un homme-bête de service de niveau compétition. Il ne m'aimait pas. Il a remué la queue uniquement devant ma sœur. Plus tard, j'ai ramené chez moi un homme-bête de bas rang, destiné au simple défoulement. Cette fois-là, il a paniqué. Il a même failli pleurer. « Isabelle Lepont, tu ne peux garder qu'un seul. Moi. Rien que moi ! »