Undoing In Tagalog

On the night of the Benedetto family's Harvest Festival, my Mafia husband, Salvatore, told me to bring our son, Giuseppe, to the family gathering. He said his madre had finally accepted us into the Benedetto bloodline. I was trembling with excitement in our little cottage as I dressed Giuseppe in his finest little suit. He had carved a single wooden rose by hand, a project he'd saved for over five years. He said he would present it to his grandmother at the celebration, a plea for her to accept our place in the family. But the moment we stepped into the stone manor, I saw Carmela. Salvatore had her pinned against an oak barrel in a deep, searing kiss. In the moonlight, her hand was undoing his tie. In front of everyone, Salvatore smiled and gently pushed her away. He walked toward the family members gathered in a semicircle and raised a crystal glass. "Tonight, in addition to celebrating the harvest, I have an important announcement." "I would like to introduce you all to the woman I have married in the eyes of God and the Church." "Miss Carmela Torrino." Before I could even process his words, Giuseppe tore his hand from mine and rushed forward. "Papa, what are you saying?" "Isn't my mother your wife?"

"Shh, just a little bit more," I said against her skin. I raised my head to stare at her and her blue eyes were wide. My thumb caressed her cheeks as she stared right back at me. "More, Kiara," I whispered. "Just a little bit more," I could feel the softness of her lips, the warmth of her body, and the sparks under her every touch. "Ivan," She whispered. *** She was my addiction. I couldn't get enough of her. Her touch set my body ablaze, and the taste of her lips lingered long after she was gone. Every moment without her was agony, and I longed for the next chance to hold her close. I had never been one to fall so deeply, to be so consumed by another person. She was my undoing, my weakness, and yet I couldn't imagine a life without her. She brought out a side of me that I had never known existed -wild, primal energy that couldn't be contained. And even now, as I lay beside her, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath, I knew that I could never get enough. She was my addiction, and there was simply no other way to describe it. #2 BROKEN SERIES

“You seem to have forgotten that you’re not marrying a commoner, Alina. You’re marrying the prince of all vampires, so look alive and get me some coffee.” Alina Deluca lives a normal life up in the Californian north. At least that’s what she makes the world believe. Locked within her hypnotising emerald eyes are horrors she could never speak of, even if it killed her. Erick Stayton, the vampire prince, is her nightmare. To her, he was no more than a cold, savage predator that lusted for her blood and took away everything she had during that one traumatising night four years ago. Problem is, she is bound to be his bride. Mustering her every strength to set things right in her awry life, she gets embroiled in an ages-old feud and a struggle for power of mind-boggling proportions. Strangely enough, she finds herself connecting with Erick in ways she never knew she could. Suddenly, everything is not what it seems. Is Erick the heartless monster Alina makes him out to be? Will a vampire law made eons ago be the undoing of the whole vampire race? Will heat-ed passion bloom in these bloodiest of times? Sink your fangs into an exhilarating journey to the supernatural world with Anna Kendra’s The Vampire’s Bride. Packed with plot twists in every turn, this book will surely leave you reeling for more.

“You’ll take every knot, one after the other, until you’re dripping with all four of us, then we’ll flip you over and start again.” Thrown into the Howl for Love trials like meat, Veyra was meant to submit. To be collared. Claimed. Broken. She doesn’t kneel. She fights. She protects the weak. She shatters expectations and catches the attention of the four Alphas she should fear the most. The King who kills out of boredom. The Rogue who tastes like sin and violence. The Shadow who whispers how she’ll sound when she begs. And the enemy whose hands were built to punish. She’s everything they shouldn’t want. They’re everything she refuses to choose. But the trials are cruel. The heat is rising. And when the bond snaps, there’s no undoing it. She was meant to end up on her knees. Instead, she’ll take four Alphas to theirs. A dark reverse harem full of brutal games, primal lust, and one Omega who refuses to be owned but doesn’t mind being used and forcing them to bow down to her. 🔥 Enemies-to-lovers tension 🔥 Brutal mate trials & a rigged system 🔥 Betrayal, exile, and an Omega who refuses to bow 🔥 Rebirth 🔥 Changing the rules 🔥 Making them chase her

Veille’s stunning looks and dark sensuality are apparent to everyone, even from a young age. Born into an aristocratic estate alongside many other children, Veille has very little understanding of his parentage – or even of his purpose – within this opulent place, and all of its seedy clientele… That is, until the dark intentions behind his upbringing are revealed to him as he grows older, and there is little that he, or anyone else, can do to fight against it. Veille’s fortunes change upon his 18th birthday, however, when he takes advantage of a miraculous opportunity to escape from a dreadful fate, along with his two closest friends: a beauty of a woman who is several years beyond him, and a secretive but kind young man closer to his own age. Fleeing from the possessive and vengeful Madam Dro, the owner of the Estate, Veille and his friends must first learn to survive in a world that is totally unfamiliar to them… But soon the three become embroiled in a conflict the stakes of which are higher than even the ancestral Witches of Pulla’ul can fully understand. And Veille – thanks to his strange affinity with the Fae through an experience known only to a few – may just hold the key to undoing an unspeakable evil that is about to be unleashed upon the world. Enter the Greenling.

"Do I feel like I need someone to warm me up?" He asked in a low voice. He had sat up, and suddenly, they were very, very close. "No," I whispered, staring at my hand that stubbornly attached itself to his chest. I had spent hours touching him, trying to find the worst injuries and treating them. But being face to face, where I could count each individual lash on his eyes, felt kind of intimate. I could feel the steady rhythm of his heart if I concentrated hard enough. Without thinking, I stroked his skin softly. He breathed in sharply, and I felt the shudder that ran through him. I felt like I was barely breathing at this point. If I inhale too sharply, something in the air would just snap. "I must admit," He said in a low voice as though it was some kind of confession, "If anyone had ever told me you would be my final undoing, I would never have agreed to allow you become my son's nanny." *** When the ruthless billionaire finds himself falling for the single mother that's supposed to be the nanny of his son, he expects history to repeat itself again. (Possessive, obsessed, nanny, strong female lead, dominating male lead)

WARNING!!! 18+ ONLY His to Tame, Hers to Protect How do you feel… when you are asked to k!ll the only man you have come to love in this cold, wicked world? They call her Queen Mafia— a name feared across the entire mafia world. She earned it. She lived it. She is mafia. Orphaned. Abandoned. Broken. Used. Left to rot on the streets, until Lord Lucario, ruthless boss of The Mambas Organisation, picked her up, molded her, trained her, made her lethal. She never knew what love was. Never felt it. Never wanted it. Love was weakness. And weakness could get you k!lled. She became untamable. Impossible to love. Impossible to be loved. Until… he came along. The multi-billionaire. The dominating CEO of Petersons Kiddies World. He wasn't supposed to mean anything. But fate had its own twisted plans. And she fell, fell so hard. Now, with a gun in her hand and a choice on her shoulders, she is faced with the unthinkable: Pull the trigger… and walk free. Or spare him… and sign her death sentence. Can she do it? Or will love… be her ultimate undoing? Read on for the deadly, intoxicating tale of Queen Mafia. A story where power collides with passion. And only one can survive.

“You’re mine, little wolf,” Kaziel growled, his voice thick with need. “And tonight, I’m going to make sure you never forget it.” With one more thrust, he sent me over the edge, his fangs sinking into my flesh, the pain mixing with the pleasure. I screamed, my body quaking so hard, tears of pleasure spilled down my cheeks. …. Danika had been ignored and bullied by everyone but Tyler, her best friend. But on the night she was to confess her feelings to him, she was coldly rejected. Her world shattered, and when her foster father announced he was marrying Tyler’s mother, everything spiraled into chaos. Her fate changes when she encounters Kaziel, Tyler’s stepbrother, at a family dinner. The man Tyler despises the most. A monster bound by a curse and driven by an obsessive disorder. Danika is his mate. He claims her with a hunger that’s both terrifying and irresistible, igniting a fire that refuses to be tamed. Danika is the only one who can break the ancient curse suffocating Kaziel’s pack. But a vampire stalks their every move, and a fanatical cult seeks her blood to awaken a god. Caught between betrayal, desire, and danger, Danika must embrace the beast within or be destroyed by it. In a world ruled by monsters, can love be her salvation… or her undoing?

Drugs disappeared during one of our family’s deals—and everyone knew it was my stepsister, Emily’s fault. Now, our rivals demanded someone be sent to them, held captive until the debt was repaid. My fiancé, my family—they all agreed it should be me. “Emily already got hurt in the mission. You are stronger. You can handle it while we figure things out.” I knew this moment was coming. And so I signed my name. In five days, I’d be sent away. And I have decided that no matter what happened—whether I lived or died—I was done with my family and my fiancé. In those last days, I gave everything I owned away. The casino? To my stepsister, who had always eyed it with envy. My checking account? To my father, who never missed a chance to remind me how useless I was. The engagement ring? Back to the man who’d been fake as hell. They didn’t notice anything off. They just smiled, pleased with how thoughtful I’d suddenly become. When they realized I was gone for good—and that their fragile Emily was their undoing—would they still smile like that? Would they still look so content?

'Gwen pushed him back, trying to create enough space between them. "I do not love you." Alexander smirked. "You do. You just don't know that you do." Gwen moved back. "Do you know the ways of my heart." "Yes, I do. And it tells the truth. You are only too stubborn to acknowledge it." He moved closer, pressing her against the wall. "When you decide to tell yourself the truth, I will be waiting." He kissed her forehead. "But don't make me wait long. I am not as patient as people think." This time he kissed her lips and staked off, leaving Gwen in a complete daze.' Marriage and a family is all life is to Gwen and she would see to it that she is not humiliated before then. A wife, and not a mistress is what she plans to be, but what can be done when the king of her country makes a proposal to put her by his side? Alexander is used to getting what he wants and getting his way, after all, he is King. But when he sets his eyes on the young and beautiful Guinevere who is just as stubborn as he is, will making her stay at the castle earn him her love, or will it be the beginning of his undoing? (Hating Her King is the sequel to Loving Her Duke and is also the second book of the British Blood Trilogy.)