Where Can I Watch Behind Her Eyes

Alessio Romano's life has never been easy. He changed from the world's best hitman to a powerful and feared mafia leader. Thea Gonzalez lost her parents when she was five. She was adopted by the Mexican mafia leader who turned her life into a living hell. Thea was hell bent on finding the Infamous hitman who killed her father. However, when she finally finds him she began questioning everything. She finds out who she really was and that her whole life has been a lie. And she finds it hard to resist who-they-named, the psychotic mafia boss.

She was born with recessive Alpha Gene, that was her father said to her. . .At the time, she didn't know what was that, but when she figured it out that's become the turning point of her life.

When a woman need to do something for the sake of her mother, even her own will sacrifice. Marrying someone who she didn't know, a billionaire man. What will happen after the wedding? Will they treat each other just like a married couple do?

I'm Cassandra Rivera. I'm eighteen years old and in my first year at University, taking up Fine Arts. My life has been hell since I was young. My parents, sister, and brother treated me as their slave. They beat me if I did wrong. I started working for my family when I was six years old, and if I did wrong, my parents would scold and beat me. When I was younger, I wondered why my family treated me this way, but when I was ten years old, my mother got angry at me and she told me that I was an unwanted child. She wanted to abort me when I was still in her womb, but I kept holding on. They don't like me out of this world, and since then, I didn't see them as my family but as my employer like how they treated me as their maid. Luckily, there's a helper at home who cares for me, and I saw her as my second mother. She would tend my cuts and bruises every time my family beat me. Sometimes, my father punished her because of me. I love Mama Amara, because she's the only person who cares for me, and love me. When I enter the university, I meet this guy. His name is Jaxon Garcia. He's from a wealthy family. He's good to me, and when he told me his feelings, I quickly accepted it. We were happy for a few months, but I found out he only courted me because of a bet with my brother Kris. I was devastated, and for the first time, I wanted the comfort of my father. But my father did the worst. He used me as collateral for his debt to the wealthiest man in the country.

The vampire duke of Valestead was not a man to be trifled with. He was centuries years old and full of hate for humans because of the death of his beloved mate; Katherine during the mass killing of all supernatural creatures. Meeting Guinevere Pedro must be the fates way of playing with me because of her exact resemblance to his dead wife and she is also an enemy just because she was human. The duke decides to marry her to find out exactly why she looks like his dead wife and then to kill her to satisfy his animalistic urge but what he did not expect was that she would her innocence touching him in places he never knew existed and once again… the duke's dead heart shall awaken before it is too late for both of them and before the war of old strikes again

Miranda wanted nothing but to make Maxwell the top one ranking business man all over the world. She hated the fact he was ranking second when he was supposed to be the best. She offered herself as his golden platter, she was going to take it upon herself in order for him to be the best. Miranda offered to be a personal assistant to Edwin a top one ranking business man in order to bring him down. Did Miranda succeed in her plans? Even if she did, what happened when love came knocking on her door? was it for Maxwell or Edwin? Would Edwin allow himself to be decieved and used by Miranda? find out!

“C-Claus, please. I cannot-no more,” My shivering voice failed to stop him and he fastened his pace. “The night is young, little mouse. I’m gonna wreck you and every thought you have of escaping,” he was still holding a grudge against me for trying to run away. “I gave you a choice, be my slave or wife, and here you chose the former. Tell me, Hazel, what am I ought to do if my wife is squirming in the arms of another male, batting her lashes at him, and pressing this,” he smacked across my bare bottom hard and I winced shutting my eyes. “This body of a temptress against him,” I didn’t know my actions would fuel him like this. He was being overly unreasonable. He released inside me enormous times, and still, his length was hard and angry, ready to demolish my weeping core. Our mixed fluids seeped through me to paint my inner thighs but this barbarian refuse to stop.

Have you ever fall in love with an unexpected man in an unexpected time? If yes, then you have the same situation with Alyanna Yvonne Bautista, a Financial Management major student of University of Nueva Caceres, who have fallen in love with his unexpected lovely man named Lace Martin Guererro, an Accountancy student of Ateneo de Naga University

A great pulchritude named Linda had been into an arranged marriage with Charles,a cute playboy . They are both binded to it by their parents but it seems they would be given the opportunity to walk out of it in search of true love.

"I didn’t know I was marrying two people. He wore the suit, but she pulled the strings. The day I walked down the aisle, eyes locked with the man I loved, I thought I had found peace. I thought I was finally leaving behind the noise of my childhood, the ache of loneliness, and the years I spent praying for a love that would choose me, only me. But no one told me that some men never truly leave their mothers. They marry, yes,but their hearts remain tangled in an invisible umbilical cord, one that stretches past vows, past bedrooms, past boundaries. I moved into our new home, only to find that the walls had ears, hers. We lived in separate flats, but it never truly felt like my space. My marriage was a room she walked into, uninvited but ever present. Her opinions dripped into our arguments, her eyes followed me from behind lace curtains, and her voice echoed in decisions that should have belonged to me and my husband. At first, I kept quiet. I told myself it was cultural. Respect. Family. Then I told myself it was temporary. Then I stopped telling myself anything at all, because nothing I said made a difference. This is not a story of hate. It’s a story of love, tested by bloodlines, boundaries, and a battle I never asked to fight. This is my truth. The marriage I thought was mine. The home that never really felt like home. And the rules I never agreed to, but had to live by, simply because… I was under her roof".