What Does That Evil Dragon Live For

Janine’s plan was simple: just one night. One night to earn enough money to ease the crushing weight of her mother’s medical bills and secure her brother’s future. She had no intention of staying. This job—this world—was a desperate detour, not a new path.But the moment she stepped into that room and locked eyes with the man sitting like royalty in the shadows, everything shifted.He wasn’t just any client.He was Theo Lucas Guevara III, the man she had only seen from afar—on TV screens, in headlines, in the hushed gossip of women who dreamed beyond their means. Powerful, untouchable, and dangerously magnetic.She thought he would take what he wanted and leave.But to her surprise, the billionaire didn’t just want one night.He wanted her.And he was willing to pay any price to keep her.

She is Nadia Zariyah Helquino, born poor. Every coin is important to her saving is important to her. She had high dreams in life, but unfortunately she could not fulfill them because of the difficulties of life. But she believes that poor people like her still have value in this world. How many times has she dreamed of how happy she lived in a rich family. As the poverty of Nadia's world continues, she will meet someone who will change her life. He is Carrion Xavien Tadio, owner of a famous shoes company, with Carrion's wealth he can buy everything and do what he wants. There are many differences between the two, in other words, Carrion is rich and Nadia is poor. The worlds of the two will meet, they will fall in love, they will exchange sweet words but just like love stories, the two of them will not be end up together. Did they really know each other before entering into a relationship? Or they already know each other well but fate voluntarily separated them, because at that time they were destined to separate and when they met again, their love that was once separated would continue. Or maybe because of the trauma of the first time they broke up, Nadia will suddenly think that maybe she can't really afford the expensive love of him.

Stella was a product of a domestic violence family. Watching her parent fight was an immense, heartbreaking, seasonal film, that resulted in a tragic end when her mother's life was cut short in one of their fatal fights. Getting married to Richard Jacob made a considerable difference from the one her parents had. It was blissful, peaceful, and full of Nirvana until Bella Jonathan walked into their lives. Their life took a drastic turn when Stella fell into a tricky trap, which was likely to tear her family apart or worse become a vast menace to her health. Overcoming the thorny phase in their union seems impossible as their source of difficulty kept amplifying and the chances of their marriage withstanding it was slim. In what case do you think it is advisable to stick to the vow of "For Better or Worse? Will Stella's marriage survive these hard times even though she's a marriage counselor?"

On our anniversary, Nina Reid took our daughter—and her assistant, Ray Chapman—out for another "family day." Without me. That was it. I filed for divorce. Right after signing the papers and boxing up my stuff, I heard a buzz from the corner. Old phone. Twelve years old. Buried in a drawer. The screen lit up with a number I almost recognized. Hand shaking, I picked up. A voice I hadn't heard in years. Young. Way too familiar. "Hey, Liam. I need to talk to you."

When the fire broke out, I called my husband, Hector. He didn't answer. Instead, he ran straight into the flames—to save my sister, Emma. They held each other, clinging to life, while I was trapped in the basement, watching my calls go ignored until all hope burned out. Afterward, Emma played innocent, twisting everything. She told him, "Hector, don't blame Sienna. She didn't leave me on purpose... she was just scared." Her lie made me the villain, and everyone bought it. Fueled by hatred, Hector spat, "She's so vicious—why didn't that fire just take her?" Three months later, the police found my body.

Today was like the day I met him: Me, riding a bicycle and him, walking down the pavement. I grab the handle of the bicycle and watch him as he make his way towards me. I do not know why I feel nervous. A trickle of sweat drip on the side of my face, my heart beat fast and I could hardly breathe. He was meters away, until it grow shorter to a foot and then bam, he bumped into me and we fall down, him on top of me. This felt like a deja vù, like it was our very first encounter. We scurried to get up but ended up bumping our heads together. I glared at him as he got up, He didn't even offer me a hand. He didn’t even give me a second glance. He just passed by me. Not noticing me. Not even looking at me. I let go of the bicycle and turn to face him. I remove the helmet that I was wearing and grip it tightly before screaming, “YAH! My hands curled into a fist and before I know it, the helmet I was holding was already flying towards him.I raise my hand as if to save him but it collided on his head right before I could even react. It sounded a hollow thump and a pronounced groan. His hands made his way to the back of his head as he turn and face me. With those eyes that seem like it was murdering me, he chase me off and I hastily took my bicycle and ran. I couldn’t help but feel happy instead of guilty as he ran after me. This was like before. This was like that summer, that summer I met him.

How could someone possibly love someone with doubt and secrets? Paris Felicity Rivera lost her memories, yet she didn’t cared. Sapat na sa kanya ang masasakit na pinagdaanan sa puder ng kanyang ama at ng pamilya nito. Her father would almost auction her hand for marriage to different bachelors, and all she wished was to get out of that life. At sa kabaliwang iyon, alam niyang wala na siyang takas. Thus, she decided that if she had to get married to Chester Del Fuego, she will have the decision regarding her body. And she’d give it to the man he loved the most; Chancellor. But… did she really? For Chancellor was a Del Fuego too, and he had the same face as his two other brothers. He had the same exact face as Chester, the man Paris was supposed to marry.

Hanggang saan ang kakayanin mong tiisin? Kung paulit-ulit na pinapamukha sayo ng taong mahal mo na isa kang babaing walang dignidad? Na babaing tinikman ng lahat ng lalaki? Kaya mo bang tiisin ang pagmamahal sa taong hindi kana kayang mahalin dahil lang sa isang pagkakamali?

FOR MATURED ADULTS ONLY. +21 Mike always thought the voice in his head was just a part of him-an inner whisper guiding his darkest cravings. But when that voice starts urging him toward the one temptation he knows he shouldn't want, resisting becomes impossible. His sisters have always been his safe place-and desire coils between them like a snake in the dark, winding tighter with every accidental touch, every teasing laugh, every moment they're left alone. Mike fights it, but the voice in his head isn't just his own anymore. Its theirs, whispering sweet, sinful promises that make his blood run hot and his control slip away. As the boundaries of family and passion blur, Mike is forced to face the truth: some desires can't be silenced... and some sins are too delicious to resist. 🔥 Dark. Sensual. Forbidden. 🔥 Are you ready to listen to the whispers? ************* BONUS: DO YOU WANNA READ MORE EROTIC TALES? THIS BOOK GOT IT ALL Read and enjoy.....

The day I found out I was pregnant, they threw me in the cold room. Ninety-nine calls later, Sandro Vaitti finally picked up. "The Family made that call," he said. "It was Genny's birthday. She got a fever because of you. This is your punishment. Just wait—once you're out, I'll marry you." Sandro's favorite line? 'Just wait.' His mafia family hated me. He swore once he gave them their precious heir, he'd cut ties and choose me. I bought it. Waited two years. Waited while he hooked up with Helga Cicili and had a kid—Genny. Then came the kicker: A daughter can't carry the Family name. He had to have a son with Helga. And yeah, I believed him. Again. Waited another year—until Helga got pregnant with his golden boy. I thought, 'Finally. Done waiting.' Then plot twist—I was pregnant too. Day before the wedding. Felt like fate. Didn't even get to tell him. They locked me up. Cold room. I curled up, shaking, barely breathing. When the door creaked open, I knew— I was done. Done waiting. Done begging. I'd leave. And I'd take my baby with me.