Romans & histoires The Thirteenth Floor

He is a drop-dead gorgeous widower and she is the thirteenth mate. Desperate enough to find the truth behind her bestfriend's death, Loralee married her bestfriend's widow. The marriage between her and Oryrius Delacorte became possible when Connor Billiones, one of the richest businessman in town adopted her. When Oryrius agreed to the arrange marriage proposed by Connor in exchange of business merging, they believed that Oryrius fell on their trap. What Loralee didn't know, it's the other way around. It's all Oryrius' trap to make the prophecy happen. Magtagumpay kaya ang kani-kanilang mga plano sa oras na mahulog ang damdamin nila sa isa't-isa? Would Loralee set aside her growing feelings and continue the investigation? Would Oryrius also forget his real agenda and start protecting Loralee to the pack? O mas pipiliin nilang isakatuparan ang kani-kanilang misyon kasya palawigin ang umusbong na pag-ibig?

I loved Lucian for years and gave up everything to save his life, but all I got in return was disgust in his eyes. In my past life, I was forced to become his mate, but in the end, I died under the claws of the feral wolves he sent after me, and he even snapped my brother Marcus's neck with his own teeth. The night I was reborn, I made a different choice. I let my rival Ayara have what she wanted. I married the brutal Prince Draven in her place, the one rumors said would "kill his bride," and she got to run off and save Lucian. But when the wedding car door opened, the person who stepped out was the gentle boy I'd met when I was five years old. "Take a closer look, sweetheart. Am I really as terrifying as the rumors say?" His amber eyes were full of warmth and affection. Turns out, he'd staged twelve fake weddings just waiting for me to grow up. By the time Lucian got on his knees and begged me to come back, it was already too late; I was Draven's Luna now.

A girl who wouldn’t be missed finds herself in the hands of a ruthless kidnapper. How will she escape? Does she want to?

"You'll be dead within a year," her uncle said, signing her life away with a stroke of his pen. "But at least you'll finally be useful." Ivy Rowan had always been invisible. Starved, beaten, and silenced by the family that stole her inheritance. When her uncle's debts catch up to him, she becomes the payment. He sold her to Dorian Vale, the billionaire mafia lord cursed to bury every woman he marries. Twelve brides. Twelve graves. All within a year. Dorian doesn't expect his thirteenth bride to last any longer. She's fragile, flinches at every sound. Her weakness annoys him. She never fights back and barely speaks. But then he notices something strange. She doesn't fear him. And that wakes something in him he thought was long dead. It turns out the curse isn't supernatural. It's murder. Someone is killing the brides. And the killer has already chosen their next victim. Dorian has never saved anyone. Ivy has never been worth saving. Will Dorian's cold heart thaw in time to save her? Or will Ivy become the final victim of his curse?

Elara was born to be invisible. As the abused, un-shifted floor Scrubber of Blood Moon pack, her only goal was surviving the daily cruelty of her Alpha. Until King Silas vane the most ruthless, terrifying Lycan on the continent shatters her pack's gates and catches her scent. He didn't come for war. He came for her. Claimed as the fated mate of an untouchable king, Elara is dragged from the bloody dungeons and thrust into the freezing, lethal politics of the Northern Shadows. Silas is possessive, dangerous, and willing to slaughter anyone who looks at his new Luna. But Elara isn't just a fragile, broken Omega. A dormant, ancient magic the power of the legendary white wolf is waking up inside her veins. As a century-old undead king rises from the deep ice to steal her power and breed an immortal army, Elara must learn to wield the light, and Silas will have to choose between saving his sprawling kingdom, or burning the entire continent to ashes to protect his mate.

I jump off the seventh floor on my wedding day. Why? Because everyone has abandoned me to pick up a fake heiress from the airport, my fiancé included. I expect to see them riddled with heartbreak and regret after my death. However, my father merely shakes his head stoically and looks at my body while saying I was too willful. My mother bites her lip and sighs in relief. My fiancé, Magnus Gilmore, shields the fake heiress. He's afraid she'll see the horrible state of my body. The fake heiress is scared to tears at this, and everyone crowds around her to console her. No one cares whether I'm still breathing while lying in a pool of blood. I'm stunned when I see this, but I soon laugh self-deprecatingly. When I open my eyes again, I've been brought back seven years in the past. It's the day I've just stepped foot at home.

Kat was use to moving but it never got any easier. She dreaded having to constantly start over. She had all but given up on a forever place to call home. One day when her husband comes home and hands her a set of keys and a deed. He informs her this move would be the last, she was over the moon. It wasn’t long after moving in that she found her dream of a forever home was going to quickly turn into her worst nightmare. What was watching from underneath the floorboard?

Her life was full of misery and pain until she found out about her mysterious lover on the day of her thirteenth birthday. That person started to take care of her from a distance. What would happen when she finds out her true identity? What would happen when she gets separated from that mysterious lover?

During the pandemic, to earn more money to pay my bills, I went back to my old part-time job as a blind masseur. However, I did not expect that on the top floor of the office building, there was a hidden special service being offered. My first customer when I went to the top floor to work was the beautiful CEO at my full-time job, Rosaline Dunne. She requested a special massage from me…

On the night of her thirteenth birthday, Larissa Aurélie Farsuleia was awakened from her slumber by the intruder that had broken into her room. The next thing she knew, the dagger blade was at her nape, and the engraved Farsuleia crest glowed, triggered by his action. In a twist of fate, Larissa's life was spared from the hands of her unknown aggressor, who felt a sense of guilt. Instead of taking her life at that moment, he made an oath that he would return once she had turned eighteen to fulfil his deadly promise. Five years had passed, and their fates were intertwined at a ball. Little does she know that the noble she had met, Duke Theo Perseus Novellia, was not only the one who once swore to end her life but also the man who was arranged to marry her. With both of their memories erased, what will unfold between them once they unravel the truth?