Things In The House

When a reluctant event planner Aurora Thompson is forced into marrying the ruthless billionaire mafia Alessandro De Luca to serve as a pawn in her father's game of power, she's thrown into a deadly underworld. As she navigates Alessandro's empire, she begins to unravel dark truths and hidden agendas that forces her to confront her feelings towards the captivating yet ruthless Alessandro. As she falls deeper for him, Aurora must find a way to survive the deadly games of the mafia elite without being pulled into the darkness.

Aurora is a determined woman. She has value for loyalty, efficiency, and quality. Nothing more until she met the CEO of her new company, Mr. Scott. Mr. Scott, the young CEO, who is also tall, dark, and handsome and is about to give Aurora a run for her money and her heart.

North America is now ruled by a ruthless group called the Crows. They control everything, subjecting those who survived the fall a hundred and fifty-nine years ago to their unjust rulings. When Rebecca's brother joins the rebel group Legion and is captured, tortured and subsequently killed, her city and family are then massacred and sold into the Crows' slave trade. The sole surviver, she vowes to act her revenge. She's changed herself into someone suitable for the King's harem and that is where her true plan starts. She seduces the King's most trusted subjects to turn his kingdom on its head and she takes the women that love him, stripping him of his power. She won't stop until she becomes the King of this lawless land!

"I want a divorce, Luke." sambit ng asawa niya. Buong akala ni Luke ay makukuntento na ang asawa niyang si Hannah sa kung anong kaya niyang ibigay. Ngunit gaya ng inaasahan, hindi nito kayang mamuhay kasama ang isang mahirap na gaya niya. Isang office staff sa umaga, delivery man sa gabi. Ilan lamang iyan sa mga dahilan kung bakit puro pambubuska at panlalait ang natatamo ni Luke sa mga ka-trabahon at maging sa asawa niyang si Hannah. Ngunit... Paano kung bigla na lamang nila nalaman na ang lalaking inakala nilang mahirap ay isa palang ubod na yamang tagapagmana ng pinakamalaking kompanya sa bansa?

"Kau jahat sekali...! Dunia ilusi buatanmu ini, kejam sekali! Aku belum pernah menemui orang sejahat dirimu sebelumnya, DEMI TUHAN! Belum puas aku menangisi kematiannya saat itu, sama sekali belum puas. Kesedihanku baru saja dimulai, bahkan hari-hari sulitku belum dimulai sama sekali. Mengapa kau tidak membiarkanku merasakan semua itu dan menahanku selama bertahun-tahun seperti ini? Ini bahkan lebih sakit berkali-kali lipat rasanya!!!"

“What do you think people would say if they found out you don’t have a dick?” Christian asked, his voice low and dripping with seduction. His hand pressed firmly against my crotch, fingers exploring the flat, unfamiliar emptiness there. A devilish smirk curved his lips. “Or if they discovered these voluptuous breasts you’ve been hiding so well?” A strangled moan slipped from my throat as his hand slid under my shirt, his fingers brushing over my hardened nipples, teasing them with slow, deliberate strokes. “Which do you think they’d call you?” he murmured, eyes gleaming. “A boy with tits… or a dickless little fraud?” I stared into his hungry blue eyes, words failing me. “The term you’re looking for is ‘girl,’” came Xavier’s smooth voice from the bathroom doorway. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click, his gaze raking over me with open interest. “So tell me, little girl… what the hell is someone like you doing in an all-boys dorm?” Christian’s smirk widened. “She wants to be devoured by boys like us.” His fingers gave my nipple one last firm pinch before he leaned in closer, breath hot against my ear. “And I’m more than happy to give her a taste.”

The rich and popular Jamie Williams was known as the high school playboy. Who fell in love with the new girl Julia Watson. But what Julia Watson didn't know was, what was about to come. The moment she chooses the wrong side.

"Logan, you can be a little rougher with me…" Late in the middle of the night, the naked woman kneeling on all fours on the bed turned back to look at me. She kept inching her voluptuous hips toward me, yearning for more. Her moist, rosy lips were half-open, and her misty, lust-filled gaze was fully capable of making any man melt. Just a day ago, I never would have imagined—not even in my wildest fantasies—that I would be conquering my curvaceous and alluring mother-in-law.

Of course I own you,” Dominic growled as he stepped closer, his presence heavy, his breath brushing her neck. “I belong to nobody,” Aria snapped, though her fists trembled as she backed away. A slow smirk curved his lips. In one sharp movement, he pulled her against him, her fragile body trapped by his solid frame. “You don’t get to decide that, princess,” he said coldly. “I’ll pay my father’s debt,” Aria lifted her chin, fear crawling through her chest. “And when I do, I’ll be free…from you.” “Aria,” he murmured, tightening his grip. “You’re mine. And no one else will touch what’s mine.” Aria has always been quiet, timid, soft-spoken, and worn down by life. Raised by an alcoholic“ father”who never protected her, she learned early that survival meant silence. She endured bruises, hunger, and loneliness, clinging to the hope that one day the pain would fade. That hope shatters when her father disappears, leaving behind a deadly debt owed to the most powerful mafia in the country. The price isn’t money. It’s her. Aria is taken not to be killed, but to be claimed. The man who claims her is Dominic, the ruthless mafia lord feared by all. Cold. Merciless. Untouchable. But beneath the cruelty lies a truth that shakes her to her core. Dominic is the boy she once loved. The boy who promised to protect her—and vanished without a goodbye. Now he is both her nightmare and her past, and Aria must survive a world where love is dangerous, loyalty is deadly, and some promises refuse to stay buried.

Manhattan was doing that thing again twinkling like it had all the answers, when really it just had expensive lighting. Alexander Knight leaned against the glass wall of his penthouse, seventy-five floors up, watching the city hum below him. Bourbon in one hand (mostly untouched), phone in the other. The merger docs stared back at him from the screen, but the part that actually kept him up at night wasn’t the billions on the line. It was the fine print from the Japanese investors: “Family stability preferred.” Translation: get a wife, look settled, or watch the whole deal slip away. He exhaled, fogging the window for a second before it cleared. His assistant had already sent over a neat little list of “suitable” women—discreet, polished, zero drama. Women who understood arrangements. He hadn’t even opened the attachments. Because something about the whole thing felt… hollow. His gaze drifted down, past the grid of lights, to the tiny café on the corner. Golden glow spilling onto the sidewalk, handwritten sign in the window: Local Artist Pop-Up – One Night Only. A woman stood in front of a canvas, head tilted, paint-smudged shirt slipping off one shoulder. She was talking to someone out of view, laughing softly, then stepped back to study her work like it had personally offended her. She glanced up—straight toward his building, straight at him somehow, even though there was no way she could see him up here. But for a split second, their eyes locked across the impossible distance. But right then, with the whole damn city glittering between them, he had this ridiculous, unshakable thought: She’s the one I’m going to ask. And hell help them both when she says yes.