Vạn Cổ Chi Vương

Sa kagustuhan kong ipamukha sa ex-boyfriend ko na kaya kong magbuntis ay nagdesisyon akong sumailalim sa isang IVF procedure pagkatapos ay sa isang surrogacy. Pero mukhang hindi kami kampi ni Lord dahil ang naiturok sa akin ay ang sample na galing sa boss kong laging galit at sinisante ako! Pero paano kung dahil sa pagkakamaling iyon ay magbago nang tuluyan ang buhay ko? Paano kung mawala sa akin ang lahat dahil tinanggap ko siya sa buhay ko? At paano kung dumating ang isang araw ay maghihiganti ako sa kanya?

From the ruins of her failed marriage, Ayla learned the hardest lesson of all: never to trust men completely. Natuto na siya. Mula sa dating asawa, tanging sakit, pighati, at pang-aabuso lang ang natutunan niya. She closed her heart off, deciding that love was not for her anymore. Instead, she sought temporary comfort-giving her body freely to whoever came along, thinking that was all she was good for. Pero may isang bagay na hindi niya kayang tanggalin. Sa tuwing nakahiga siya sa piling ng ibang lalaki, sa tuwing susubukan niyang magpakaligaya, ang mukha ng kanyang ex-husband ang lilitaw sa kanyang isipan. It haunted her, stealing every moment of pleasure, making her feel dirty and trapped. She could never truly enjoy intimacy. She was physically there, but her mind and soul were miles away, imprisoned by her past. Until she met Fiyero. They shared an incredible night, a moment of pure passion and release. For Ayla, it was just that-satisfying a need, a temporary fire to keep the cold away. She told herself it meant nothing. Just two people finding comfort in the dark. Pero para kay Fiyero, that night was everything. It was the beginning, not the end. He pursued her with sincerity, wanting more than just her body. He wanted her. Ayla found herself drawn to him, unable to resist the pull. She could easily throw herself at him, surrender to the heat between them, and enjoy the physical bliss she never thought she'd feel again. With him, the ghosts of her past were silent. With him, she felt alive. But the question remains... She can give him her body. She can give him her nights. Pero kaya nga ba niyang ibigay ulit ang kanyang puso?

The scorching apocalypse had arrived, and my best friend had been reborn. He told me that my girlfriend had cheated on me and that she had left me to die under the blazing sun. He returned to save me and gathered supplies with me. He was convinced I had no idea who the real traitor was. This time, I would make that deceitful pair pay for what they had done.

Catherine, a young woman, finds herself sold by her father to an arrogant Alpha as a slave. Forced to comply with his every demand, she is subjected to his abuse and mistreatment. Despite her situation, Catherine strives to keep her spirit alive, refusing to let her oppressor break her. As time passes, Catherine discovers that she is pregnant with the Alpha's child. Though she is terrified of what the future may hold for her she plans on killing the child.

After being reborn, the first thing I did was switch my newborn daughter. In my previous life, soon after she was born, a blood test showed her type was AB. But mine was B, and my husband's was O—there was absolutely no way we could have an AB-type child. My husband flew into a rage and demanded a paternity test on the spot. To everyone's shock, the results proved she was biologically related to me, but not to him. He slapped me hard across the face, his voice trembling with disappointment. "I've always treated you well. I only ever loved you—and this is how you repay me?" My mother-in-law wailed and cursed me for cheating, accusing me of bearing another man's child to steal their family fortune. I was completely stunned. I knew better than anyone who the father of my child was—how could she possibly not be my husband's? In no time, everyone turned against me. They called me a cheater, a tramp. My husband divorced me and went online to play the victim, stirring up a storm of hate and harassment that never seemed to end. With nowhere to go and no one left to believe me, I took my baby in my arms and jumped from a building. Even in death, I couldn't make sense of it all. And when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my daughter was born.

"Are you warm for me Belle? " "Scorching. " She whispered back as he traced his hand along her inner thigh. She could feel the ache between her legs. Christian nibbled in her ear and whispered huskily. "Then let me turn the heat off. " Isabelle blue has her life under control, a boyfriend, a trustworthy best friend and a caring family until her cousin accuses her of drugging him and forcing herself on him. Sam produces photographs of the scene during a get together dinner, depicting Isabelle on top of his unconscious body. No one believes her including her father who disowns her. To worsen it all, Isabelle can't remember what happened during the party that Sam claimed she had abused him. In search of emotional support, Isabelle goes to her boyfriend's place Dylan. She is not prepared to find her best friend in the hands of her boyfriend, moving sensually in passionate love making. Thrust in a world of hurt, she finds herself in a nearby park in darkness. She almost succumbs to the betrayal but one man lurking in the shadow comes to her rescue. She ends up having sex with a stranger who turns out to be her patient the very next day. What happens when they can't control their feelings towards one another? Will Christian help her uncover what happened the night Sam took the pictures? Will Christian and Isabelle survive hurt, betrayal and secrets? Or will they end up being lethal enemies?

Julia was a human girl living alone in the woods when she stumbled upon an injured man, or so she thought. She brought this man into her home and treated and fed him not knowing that this man was not a human and was imprisoned away for a reason. Ezekiel is a monster, a beast. He who lives for bloodthirst and war. He has never loved and never will but as days and months pass by, he starts to become more tamed, less agile. The human girl does not know that she had freed something that should never be freed. How will Julia react when she discovers his real identity? How will Ezekiel handle if the human girl he's mated to discovers what a monster he is?

Betrayed. Rejected. Forgotten. Elvira was born to be Luna, but on the night of her mating ceremony, her step-sister takes her place, and her step brothers—Beta Eric and Beta Elijah made sure she was never seen. Branded a murderer, unworthy of love, they break her, chain her, and leave her for dead. But fate isn’t done with her yet. Elvira has one choice, stay buried in their lies or rise to destroy and take back her place.

A highly contagious virus broke out in the city. My entire family was infected—only I was spared. To eliminate the virus as quickly as possible, I, a specialist in the field, secretly volunteered for a classified human experiment without telling anyone. However, on the day the miracle cure was finally developed, I realized I could no longer speak.

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly, though my pulse spiked. “You wolves just don’t understand patience.” He stopped three feet away. My skin prickled as the runes along my ribs flared hot, reacting to the dense magic rolling off him. Suffocating. Intoxicating. “And you witches don’t understand territory,” Guilermo said. He didn’t sound feral. He sounded tired—like a man carrying a century of weight on deceptively young shoulders. He leaned in and sniffed near my neck. I stiffened. “You smell like sage and burnt sugar,” he murmured, voice dropping, darker now. “It’s giving me a headache.” “Then stop breathing,” I snapped. One corner of his mouth lifted, a flash of sharp canine. “Make me.” The air between us snapped tight. My magic stirred, violet haze curling from my fingertips without permission, brushing the leather of his jacket. He didn’t pull away. He leaned closer. And standing there in the freezing rain with a man who could tear my throat out, I realized two things: Elder Sibal was wrong—Guilermo wasn’t a monster to be chained. And I was in serious trouble.