Wrinkles The Clown Number

I was preparing a gift for our six-year anniversary when my best friend sent me a photo of my Alpha boyfriend kissing another she-wolf. "Wait, when did you get to Chicago?" The she-wolf in the picture looked a lot like me, but it wasn't me. That's when I found out that my boyfriend of six years had been searching for replacements for his dead childhood sweetheart the whole time. I was number 5. The she-wolf in the photo was number 18. I rushed to Chicago and tracked down Lucas using his phone's location. "Dude, this number 18 really looks like Ally, even more than Sophia does!" "Nah man, Sophia still looks more like her. She's number 5 after all - if she didn't look so much like Ally, why would Lucas have stuck with her for six years?" Lucas flicked his cigarette ash, looking completely relaxed: "They both look pretty similar, but number 18's way better in bed. Sophia's too uptight." "I heard you had someone pick out a diamond ring. You planning to propose? To Sophia or this new chick?" Lucas leaned back into the couch with a cocky grin: "Haven't decided yet. Why don't you guys choose for me?" I turned around, my whole body shaking as a chill ran from my head to my toes. After calming down, I texted my best friend: "Your Alpha cousin, the one who had a crush on me and waited four years - is he still single?"

“Even if the last droplets fall, my love for you will never fall out” ~Carlos Drake Santillan Campus' Series number 1

A number one CEO unbothered queen was kidnapped and hidden inside the island with her kidnapper--the mafia leader of the kidnapping syndicate.

It's been one month, one month simula nung mapansin ko na there's something off about me, something's not normal at nag simula lahat after THAT night. "Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots!" "One shot! One shot! Woahhhhhh" "Truth or Dare?" "Dare!" "See that handsome guy on the bar counter wearing a black polo shirt? Get his number" "EZ! So easy!" Nag simula sa dare na dapat hihingin ko lang ang number and ended waking up next morning in a bed with a total stranger, BOTH NAKED.

Angelica Montez got into a contract marriage with the proud and arrogant Alexandre Dollarze in order to save her father's company, “As you're signing this contract you should bear in mind that this marriage is just for the benefit of our families, my parents will help revive your father's company while you marry me till I become the CEO of Dollarze Conglomerate. This marriage is strictly transactional and nothing more so don't expect any husband duties from me, and lastly I have my rules Rule number 1: My private life is none of your business, I can do whatever I want and you can do whatever you want, I can bring in any woman of my choice into this house and you can't do anything about it Rule number 2: You can't bring a man into my mansion Rule number 3, I can have your body whenever I want” What happened when they got into an argument and accidentally made a deal for Alexandre to be her doting husband for one month, a deal that can either make them or break them.

The first year after they finally bring me home, the impostor suggests a trip to Golden Island so we can build some brotherly rapport. For safety, my fiancee comes with us. They rack up a massive gambling debt at Golden Island's casino. To get themselves out of trouble, she leaves me behind as a hostage and disappears with him. The casino thugs pin me down, ready to take out their anger on me. I struggle to break free, and that is when I notice the leader's phone lighting up with a number for the island owner. Isn't that the number of the adoptive sister who has adored me for more than a decade?

I quit and dipped. City threw a parade. Only Jenna Blake—my oh-so-gifted junior who claimed she could "see through killers' eyes"—lost it. At her celebration banquet, she went full drama queen: "I owe everything to Kate Mercer. Please, bring her back!" I laughed. Cold. Not happening. Last time around, I was the hotshot detective. But every clue I found? She dropped it first like she read my mind. People started saying I was washed. So I went all in—three months, no sleep, cracked a massive trafficking ring. Led the raid myself. She beat me there. Again. Place was cleaned out. Boom. She's the city's golden girl. I'm the clown with no game. Pressure got ugly. My head snapped. I died chasing the last scumbag. Then—bam. I woke up. Same day. Raid morning. Round two.

When his first love is cruelly snatched away, HRH Prince Leonidas decides to put love and intimate relationships on the back burner. He succeeds for a while, until he meets Elisabeth, a striking young woman with a smart mouth and an attitude that warns him that she isn't a pushover. He is forced to ascend the throne he had previously rejected and due to the pressure to take a wife, he settles for Elisabeth but not without setting up rules. "Rule number one; don't fall in love with me". "Rule number two; no form of intimate touching is allowed." He hopes that their seemingly mutual dislike for each other would prevent lines from being crossed, but he's in for a surprise.

Vanna Shaw is a woman who built the Secret Territorial Group in Spain, she owns all of the contraband units that handle carriers, securities, and public dispatchers of their assets. She is one of the five women who run the group, thus, she knows that eventually, her position is about to end. When he went home to his family, he knew he was about to marry, yep! A big clown to her plan. First, she doesn’t like Magnus Daviro to be her husband. He is like her, an arrogant, cold, and dominant man she knows she can’t handle. It is also a company’s heir, and their marriage will be a strong relationship between the Shaw and Daviro family for their business. She believes that she is a lousy, useless, not attractive man, but she mistakenly because all she can see is a grown-up man who can take her breath away. Can they have a spark together? or will they end up battling who is the boss? What if despite their situation, he will know its secret? Can he love the other personality?

John Garnett's secretary fed me to the dogs on my own birthday. I called his number endlessly to call for help, only for him to block my number immediately, as he fooled around with his secretary at the presidential suite in broad daylight. All I felt was agony as I was ripped into countless little pieces, still holding on to the black rose seeds he had given me when we were younger. That was not thrilling enough for the secretary, however, she buried me in the backyard of John' villa, intent on making my perished soul watch their bedroom activities. It was not until rain poured a month later, and a cluster of black roses suddenly grew in the backyard. "Where's Claire? I was just scaring her with the dogs—did she run away just to spite me?"