Twelve Midnight

She stole my wedding. I stole her future. On the morning of my wedding, I caught my fiancé Kellan tangled in the sheets with my stepsister. The betrayal should have shattered me. Instead, it lit a fire in my veins. So I did what any woman scorned would do. I pointed to the most dangerous man in the room—Drexon Moreaux, Kellan’s ruthless billionaire uncle—and declared, “Him. I’ll marry him instead.” Drexon could have laughed in my face. The Moreaux empire’s heir apparent, a man forged in boardroom battles and whispered about in elite circles, had no reason to entertain my reckless demand. But he said, “I do.” Now, my stepsister’s smug smile is crumbling. My ex-fiancé is forced to call me Auntie. And Drexon? He watches me with dark, calculating eyes, as if I’m a puzzle he’s determined to solve. This marriage was supposed to be my revenge. But with every lingering touch and midnight confession, Drexon is turning it into something far more dangerous—something that feels like love. Too bad the Moreaux family doesn’t believe in happy endings…

Raine Ellery never imagined her survival would come at a deadly price. Confined in a contractual marriage with the billionaire CEO Cassian Ashcroft to save her late mother's legacy, Raine simply had to escape her crumbling world. But the moment she signs the contract, Cassian collapses at her feet, and by midnight, he's declared dead. The media named her the bride of bad luck. The public thinks she’s cursed, while the Ashcroft board accuses her of murder. And the bargain she thought would be her salvation becomes a trap from which she cannot escape. Imprisoned in a penthouse filled with secrets and haunted by scandals, Raine is forced to play a high-stakes game of silence and survival. But when rumors of Cassian's secret enemies, a hidden inheritance war, and a conspiracy of faked death begin to surface, Raine is drawn into a quest for the truth before the world buries her with it. And just when she believes it's the end, Cassian returns—alive. Now Raine must face the most dangerous twist of all: the man she never truly knew is back… and he is not alone in what he wants.

"Hindi ko ibababa ang sarili ko at magtatrabaho sa ganiyang trabaho!" Ito ang salitang palaging sinasabi ni Alina sa kaibigan na si Breeze nang alukin siyang magtrabaho sa Midnight Haven. Ngunit nilunok niya lahat ng binitiwan niyang kataga nang gipit na gipit siya. Naging VIP escort siya sa isang gabi sa bilyonaryong si Eros Ramazzotti kapalit ng kalahating milyon. Sobra-sobra pa ito sa pang-tuition at thesis niya. Subalit paano kung dahil sa isang gabi na ito ay magbabago ang agos ng buhay niya? Paano kung biglang sumulpot ang lalaking pinagsilbihan niya ng gabing iyon at sumulpot sa apartment niya at inaalok na maging exclusive escort nito? Ano ba ang mas matimbang? Ang dignidad na gusto niyang ingatan kahit alam niyang nasira na o ang tawag ng laman na pilit sinisigaw ng damdamin niya pagkatapos niyang matikman ang sinasabi ng kaibigan niyang langit?

Natalie Adams is not just a typical wolf. She is strong, brave, and beautiful. She has lived in the shadows for many years. She is soon going to be 18 years old and is now a senior at the Blue Moon Academy. She has never had a boyfriend and only has one friend named Evie. However, Natalie didn't realize that not just one Alpha but two desire her. Her Alpha, Christian Allen from the Starry Night Pack, wants her even if she is not his fated mate. He is determined to make her his chosen mate. Alpha Ivan Carter is from the Midnight Pack. He has had feelings for Natalie since they both started the academy years ago. He is determined to get close to her as they both begin their senior year, but Christian is hell-bent on making it impossible for him. Despite all this drama, Natalie has a past that she is unaware of. Ivan has a suspicion that there is more to Natalie than meets the eye. Her pack and others will slowly realize that Natalie is a warrior. Not even her bullies can handle her. Can Alpha Ivan dominate this energetic, bold, sexy she wolf? Read and see.

Badass, hot and untamable, Adam Garcia didn't earn the nickname 'The Wild One' from his fans for nothing. He's a sports enthusiast who loves risky adventures, especially in his dealings with the opposite sex. He fucks but never gives his heart, and he's determined to never let a woman shake him from his bad boy image. That is, until he meets a masked woman at a New Year's Eve masquerade party and he's instantly drawn in by her amber eyes. When she tells him about the legend of the kiss of eternal love which is supposed to make two people who meet on New Year's Eve and kiss at exactly midnight on New Year to love each other forever, Adam kisses her just to prove the legend wrong, but he's in for a shock. Who is the woman behind the mask, and why can't he stop dreaming about her? Is the Legend Of The Kiss Of Eternal Love real, and will it be enough to make Adam finally give love a chance? WARNING!!! THIS BOOK CONTAINS STEAMY CONTENT THAT IS TARGETED AT AN AUDIENCE OF 18+. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Synopsis They stripped her of her name, called her Prisoner Twelve, and left her to rot in chains. For four years, Natille endured wolfsbane scars, silver shackles, and silence from the family who should have saved her. Not once did her mother visit. Not once did her sister speak her defense. And the boy she once loved—Florian—watched her exile without lifting a hand. Now the gates open. Florian waits at the end of the path. “Grandmother misses you. The Alpha King pardoned you. Come home.” But home is poison. Her sister Navy smiles through rehearsed tears, wearing the life that was once Natille’s. Her brother Ronan sneers that she only seeks pity. Her mother weeps too late. And yet her grandmother, Elder Nelda, defies them all: “You are mine. This house is your house.” Every scar on Natille’s body is proof of betrayal, but the Wilsons call her manipulative, ungrateful, a danger to their name. Even Florian—now promised to Navy—warns her not to lean on pride. But pride is all Natille has left. And when Navy plunges into the deadly Moon Pool, it’s Natille who dives into silver-laced waters to save her. In a single night, she becomes both savior and suspect, her very survival sparking what could tear the Wilsons apart.

Piper, feeling like the black sheep of her family, is given an ultimatum by her parents: marry by Valentine's Day or secure her inheritance by having a child within the year. Desperate, she travels to a secluded island—originally meant for an anniversary getaway with her ex—to find someone willing to pretend to be her husband. There, she meets Elijah, a mysterious and captivating stranger who calls her "mate." Unbeknownst to Piper, Elijah is an Alpha wolf shifter, and she’s his fated mate, the key to breaking a curse on his pack. While Piper sees their arrangement as temporary, Elijah is determined to make her his forever, not just for two years. He wants to claim her heart and have her bear not one, but all twelve pups destined to secure their future. As the Alpha of his cursed pack, Elijah can grant his pack members’ wishes, but his only focus now is breaking the curse, which requires Piper. Piper, who thought she was chasing freedom, finds herself caught in a bond far more powerful and dangerous than she imagined. Will she trust Elijah, a wolf who promises loyalty and never to cheat on her like her ex? The silver lining? This Alpha might just be able to grant her every wish.

Love For The Wicked Book Three. In my eyes, the world is a huge sandbox created for the big boys. Girls, money, business… and I always strive to come out on top until my father gave me an ultimatum. I needed to find a wife, or I’d lose my rights to the family business. I found the perfect woman for the scheme I devised, of course. She was beautiful, feisty, the picture-perfect wife to make my father believe I was done playing games. In return, she needed a favor, the kind that takes nine months to deliver. The rules were laid out meticulously, from the no touching to fake falling in love. After a year, we would part ways amicably with no hassle, no demands, and no regrets; after all, it was all just a game. As my plan took its course, it dawned on me that playing house was a game I never should have played. She started to grow on me, from that sexy little pout to the late nightcap, the endless dirty banter, and even the fights we had. I realize I enjoyed having her around. Trouble is, how will I make her believe I am not playing games anymore? That I don’t want her to be just my contract wife, that I don’t want twelve months with her but more?

"You're so cheap. And you don't even have a basic sense of shame." "I am not cheap at all. You are my first man. But for her, you aren't." He cupped my neck with his hand directly and asked word by word, "What did you say?" I reached out and pinched his waist gently with my fingers, pretending to be cynical. Then I added, "And I'm clean. I don't have any other man but you. You can enjoy me as much as you want." *********************** Every woman was looking forward to marrying her beloved man. So was I. I married Patrick Cowell, the man who I had a crush on for twelve years, in the name of my sister. My sister Caroline and I were twins, but she grew up in a rich and noble family while I grew up in an orphanage. She begged me to marry Patrick as her substitute because she didn't want to marry him. I agreed sweetly. Patrick was the only heir of the richest family in this city. Handsome, rich, and powerful. However, I didn't expect that he treated me cruelly in bed as if I was his enemy. Because he knew I was not his bride? Oh no!!!

My boyfriend's childhood sweetheart bound herself to a transfer system: everything she ate would be redirected straight into my stomach. She opened a streaming account and broadcast herself eating for twelve hours straight. She earned a fortune. Meanwhile, I collapsed with acute pancreatitis and was rushed to the hospital. When I explained the situation to my boyfriend, he only stared at me like I was insane. "How could something that absurd exist? If food could really be transferred, no one in the world would ever starve. You're just jealous that she's making money from streaming." After that, every time his childhood sweetheart went live, I ended up hospitalized again. I kept hovering between life and death. I sought medical help, but the doctors couldn't explain my condition. Some even wanted to commit me to a psychiatric ward. Then, one day, in order to outdo her rivals in a PK match, she devoured ten pounds of rice in a single sitting. At that very moment, my spleen and stomach ruptured, and I bled to death on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of her very first livestream. This time, I was prepared. I rushed out and bought twenty takeout meals. "This time," I said, "I'll eat first."