The Running Man

I was the belle of the school, good grades and all. But I wasn't the nerd they thought I was. I had been secretly dating my adopted brother's sworn enemy for three years. Lucian Palma had a strong desire for intimacy, so I went along with him in unlocking countless places to make love. He promised that he would marry me after graduation. Once he took over the family business from his wealthy father, he would make me the happiest woman alive. I believed him, even indulging him in his kink of recording us sleeping together. Lucian assured me that those videos were for his eyes only, and that no one else would ever see them. But then, I accidentally overheard a conversation between Lucian and his friends. "Lucian, you had deliberately staged a hero saving the damsel in distress situation to make Nina Etienne fall for you, all just to get it back at your archnemesis, Aaron North. If he found out his little sister had been sleeping with you, wouldn't it kill him with rage? "You've filmed hundreds of intimate videos, haven't you? When do you plan to release them? We'd love to see the nerd stripped bare under you." I didn't confront him about this. Instead, I quietly walked away and agreed to meet the fiance my father had arranged for me.

Ako si Eloisa Macaraeg, 19 yrs. Old.. Nag-iisang anak ng babaeng bulag na si aling sonya Lumaki akong hindi nasilayan ng aking ina ang aking naging itsura.. At Dahil sa ginahasa lamang siya ng aking ama. Nang isilang ako ng aking ina, sinikap niya akong buhayin mag-isa, sa paglalabada lamang.. Dahil matapos na magahasa ang aking ina ng lalakeng adik. Mula noon hindi na ito nagparamdam pa sa aking ina. Sinikap akong pag aralin ng aking ina. At dahil sa biniyayaan ako ng katalinuhan, nagiging iskolar ako sa mga pinasukan kung school, mula elementary hanggang sa ako'y makapag tapos ng high school.. Ngunit sa kasamaang palad ng ako'y mag kokolehiyo na.. Hindi ko na ito natapos.. Hanggang 2 yrs. Lamang ang nakayanan ko, dahil nagkasakit na ang aking ina ng malubha.. At walang mag-aalaga sa kanya. Lingid sa kaalaman ng aking ina, lumalaki akong isang napakagandang bata. Maganda rin ang hubog ng aking katawan na namana ko sa aking ina. Hindi ako kaputian, pero makinis ang aking balat. Dahil sa kapos kami sa pagkain.. Nagdalaga akong balingkinitan lamang ang aking katawan, matangkad ako at natural ang pagka curly ng hair ko. Nang ganap na ika 19 years old ko.. Nagpasya na akong pumunta ng maynila upang makapaghanap ng trabaho. At napansin ko rin naman na medyo gumanda na ang kalusugan ng aking ina. Sa pag punta ko sa maynila, nakahanap ako ng magandang trabaho, ngunit may naging kapalit.. At ito ay ang pagka durog ng aking puso.. Nang malaman ang lihim ng aking pagka tao.. May pag Asa pa kaya akong makaahon sa hirap? At maging masaya?..

"Who did that to you?" His voice pressed, demanding. But I had to shut him down if I wanted to keep myself together. "If you get to keep things from me, then so do I." “If I find out who he is—if I find him…” “I hope you don’t,” I cut in. “Because I’d rather he was already dead.” “I won't be at peace until you see it for yourself. Either his grave, or his death right in front of you.” He inched closer to me, pulling my chin more and more until our faces were very close. “And remember, Leandra ....” His words sounded like a promise. His breathing was so heavy, so determined. “The moment you watch that bastard die, you’ll see me there too.” *** Being my best friend’s delivery girl isn’t exactly my idea of fun. Usually, it’s annoying. But this time? This time, it led me straight to him. He kissed me—this stranger, so alluring that it made me think of him all the time. The scent of his body, his heavy voice, his pierced grey eyes ... it all stayed with me. Haunted me. Drove me crazy. The problem? He wants nothing to do with me. He keeps his distance, tells me to stay away, says I need to forget him. He says he’s a dangerous man. But how do I forget someone who’s already under my skin? How do I let go of the one man who’s already claimed my heart?

"You will pay for that debt, Richy Lane. With your body..." -Azazel Reedan Fontana *** Hindi akalain ni Richy Lane Dizon na ang natitirang mana na lamang niya mula sa kaniyang yumaong ama ay ang malaki nitong pagkakautang sa bilyonaryong si Azazel Fontana. Lucky for them, please note the sarcasm, Azazel is obsess with her twin sister, Richy Lou. And as a payment for their father's debt, her twin needs to marry the cold and ruthless billionaire. Iyon nga lamang, sa araw ng kasal ay tumakas ang kaniyang kapatid at nakipagtanan sa nobyo nito, na siyang hudyat ng pagkasira ng kaniyang buhay. Dahil upang mapunan ang kahihiyan na ginawa ng kapatid, siya ang kinaladkad ni Azazel sa simbahan upang pakasalan! Ngayon hindi lamang ang utang kailangan niyang harapin, kundi pati na rin ang araw-araw na galit ng kaniyang asawa.

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.

Is Landon my Daddy or Gray? Little Lyra asked. Ren ignored the little girl. The man she'd fallen in love with, the man she risked everything for, kicked her out the moment he recovered from traumatic brain injury. He never thought of all her sacrifices and dedication. Now he's back, asking. "Is she mine?

Tales of a gay man part 2 what’s true and what’s fantasy? Who knows? Either way this is gonna be hot

Grey Collins has the condition of hyperthymesia which allows him to remember practically every detail of his life with near-perfect accuracy. It is a condition in which an individual possesses a superior autobiographical memory. At a very young age, he witnessed the death of his father. His father was killed in their own home. Surrounded by a bunch of men. His father who's lying down on the floor covered with blood. He was killed cruelly and helplessly. To avenge his father's death, his dream to become a lawyer intensified. Hunting down all the people behind his father's death. A monster in court. A cold-blooded man. With the power of his memory, will he succeed? Will he be able to avenge his father's death? Will justice prevail? Having hyperthymesia, is it a blessing or a curse?

What's the first thing you'd do if you were reborn? Me? I'd start by divorcing my husband, Finn Gallagher. Yeah, Finn Gallagher, the same man who runs half the underworld from behind closed doors. The Don. The richest man alive. The man women dream about; his face plastered on magazines, named "Sexiest Man Alive" five years in a row. In my last life, I tried everything to make him look at me like I mattered. I married him. I gave birth to his son. I swallowed every ounce of pride, trying to be the perfect wife. However, it didn't work. To him, I was no different than a waitress he might casually tip—forgettable, replaceable, invisible. So this time, I'm not begging. I'm not pretending. I'm handing Madeline Brooks the key to my place in his life, and walking away. She's Finn's first love, and also the shadow that haunted every day of my last life. Now Madeline was sitting opposite to me, blinked at me like she didn't hear me right. "You tried so hard to push me out," she said slowly, eyes narrowed. "Now you want me to be with Finn?" "Yes. That's all I'm asking. Just talk to Finn. Tell him to sign the divorce papers." I looked at her confused face and kept going. "Everyone knows I'm the last person who'd ever let Finn go. So if I say I want a divorce, he won't believe me for a second. But you? You're the one who can make that happen... aren't you?" She laughed, because she was finally getting her chance. I laughed too, because I was finally free.

On my twentieth birthday, my parents placed a stack of photos in front of me—eligible bachelors from elite families all over the country—and told me to pick one for an arranged marriage. I told my dad to leave it to fate and draw lots. In my past life, I had chosen without hesitation the man I’d long admired: Lucas Whitmore, the most eligible bachelor of Astor Hill's elites. But after we got married, I found out the truth. His first love—the girl he had always held dear, Claire Monroe—was devastated by our marriage. One night, heartbroken, she went out drinking and was assaulted by a group of thugs. Claire attempted suicide three times after that. And Lucas blamed it all on me. He handed over my family’s fortune to Claire, draining every last cent from the Meyers. In the end, Lucas even helped her cut the brake lines on our car. My parents and I died in that crash. Now that I’d been given a second chance at life, the name I drew was Liam Morgan—the reclusive heir from Orchard Valley, known for shunning the world and dedicating himself to Buddhism. But when I showed up arm-in-arm with Liam at our engagement party, Lucas lost his mind.