Young-mi Squid Game 2

Michelle Henriksson is afraid of men. Something tragic happened, and she hasn't been able to look anyone of the male gender straight in the eye since then. She keeps to herself, hoping college will be quiet.Maddox Daniels isn't interested in relationships—friends and a girlfriend would keep him away from his goal to be taken into the NFL. He is unfriendly and doesn't need anyone. So why can't he get Michelle Henriksson out of his head?They are opposites. They shouldn't get along. Yet chemistry sparks between them after their professor pairs them together, which pisses off the angry football player.How will he survive his project partner?

This is the sequel to Billionaire, Let's Divorce! and if you want to read on, head on over to my book Billionaire, Let's Divorce! and the subsequent chapters will be updated there. Thank you for your support! My heart rammed in my chest as each picture looked clearer than the previous one. I could swear my vision almost went blurry for a split second staring down at the screen. I zoomed in on the man's face, refusing to believe that the man who looked delirious as he mouthed the woman's boobs was my man. There were over a hundred different angles of him having sex with with this woman, and Aiden's face was AS CLEAR AS DAY! Then I threw my head back and laughed shakily. Definitely not. It could never be true. The last thing Aiden will do is cheat. Aiden, a cheater? Nah. He would rather say it to my face that he didn't want me anymore. Which wasn't even possible because we are both crazily in love with each other. I turned off my phone and looked ahead. Just a few more feet and I would be on his lawn. Since I am here, why don't I go find out myself then?

Warning: This story contains a lot of explicit violence, foul language, and gore scenes, which are strictly not for readers under 18. She swore to kill him. He vowed to make her beg for him. Sylvara Swiftfang only had one mission: avenge her parents’ murder by destroying Darius Ashfang, the ruthless Alpha mafia lord who tore her family apart. But when she runs from a forced marriage, fate delivers her straight into his hands. He doesn’t kill her. He doesn’t cage her. Instead, he offers a game: Seven months. She swears she’ll end his life. He swears she’ll never live without him. As passion tangles with vengeance, Sylvara must choose, betray her heart or surrender to the one man she was born to hate. But in a world of blood oaths, pack wars, and deadly secrets, love could be the most dangerous gamble of all.

My stepbrother showed up after my parents' death—and he wanted revenge. Not closure. Not forgiveness. Revenge from me. *** My parents—abusive, reckless and selfish—died in a car crash, leaving me with nothing but unanswered questions and a fortune soaked in secrets. Everyone thought I was their cherished little princess. They didn't know the truth. And neither did he. Asher Grayson—my stepbrother. Cold. Ruthless. A billionaire with the face of sin and the heart of a devil. By day, he's a businessman who breaks empires. By night... he breaks me. He came for vengeance. For things our father had done to him. I didn't even know why... but I was the one getting punished. His hatred for me knew no bounds. He punished me for things I didn't do. Locked me in his mansion. Made me his servant. Tortured me. And then... his touch slowly…turned punishment into pleasure. The lines between hate and desire blurred until I couldn't tell them apart. Soon, I was chained to his bed, moaning his name like a confession—his face buried between my thighs, doing everything I swore I never would with a man who only wanted to destroy me. Whose only goal was to ruin me. To show me the worst. Because in this cruel game of revenge and ruin— He played to break me. And I fell... to love him. My biggest mistake? Falling for my stepbrother—the man who only wanted revenge.

Mhiya Anne, 17 years old, is a hardworking high school student juggling studies and work in the public market just to survive. Wala na siyang pamilya — mag-isa na lang siya sa buhay. Pero isang gabi, sa hindi inaasahang pangyayari, nabuntis siya ng kaklase niya matapos ang isang gabing di niya maalala—isang gabing lasing siya at walang matandaan. Pinatira siya ng pamilya ng lalaking nakabuntis sa kanya. Sa una, mabait. Pero nang mailabas ang anak niya, nagsimula ang totoong hirap. Pinilit siyang magtrabaho muli dalawang buwan pa lang ang nakakalipas mula sa panganganak, para raw “makabawi.” Ang mas masakit, ang ama ng kanyang anak may iba na — at never siyang pinanindigan. Hanggang sa isang araw, tumanggap siya ng text na bumasag sa puso niya: *“Dinala na namin sa ospital ang anak mo. Mataas ang lagnat. Maghanda ka ng malaking pera. Hindi kami magbabayad pang hospital ng anak mo. Kulang pa ang binibigay mo kada linggo.”* Luhaan siyang tumakbo sa ospital kahit walang-wala. Pero huli na ang lahat. Hindi na niya inabutan ang anak niya nang buhay. Doon gumuho ang buong pagkatao niya. Ang nag-iisa niyang dahilan para mabuhay… nawala. At sa araw ding ‘yon, wala na rin siyang dahilan para lumaban — hanggang sa isang hindi inaasahang babae ang lumapit sa kanya. Si Lorainne Montemayor. At isang alok ang magbabago sa buhay niya **Lorenzo Montemayor**, 30 years old. Gwapo. Matalino. Mayaman. Kilala sa mundo ng negosyo. Pero sa likod ng tagumpay ay isang pusong sugatan — iniwan ng kanyang long-time childhood fiancée, na nag loko pa at hindi kayang panindigan ang kanilang anak. Ayaw ng babae sa responsibilidad, iniwan ang lahat kay Lorenzo. Dalawang magkaibang mundo. Dalawang magkaibang sugat. Pero iisang dahilan kung bakit sila natutong lumaban — **ang kanilang anak.**

THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE FEATURING DARK CONTENT AND MORALLY AMBIGUOUS CHARACTERS. Peyton has been in her marriage, enduring the pain of watching Odin, her husband, flirt and cheat in the guise of an open marriage—a decision he made without her agreement. She hit a dead end when Odin broke the number one rule: bringing one of his flings to their home, their bed. That's when she made an impulsive decision—cheat and not feel guilty. He wants her to get a boyfriend? No, she'd do him one better. One night, that's all it took, and the next day she finds herself tangled with her husband's brother. Axel—He's a live wire, pure mischief and untamed. He doesn't just give Peyton what she's been starved of; he ignites a fire she didn't know she had, making her crave the wild freedom only he offers. With Axel, it's not just a fling; it's an explosion of everything forbidden. Raphael—A little unhinged? More like a master of controlled chaos. He's the kind of man who sears himself into your soul, leaving an unforgettable mark deep in your memories. Raphael doesn't just flip a switch in your brain; he rewires it entirely, making you question every sane choice you've ever made. Ready to dive deeper into Peyton's dangerous game?

I was his one weakness. Don Alex, the king of New York. And I was his queen. But days before our child was due, I was thrown into the Dockside Deathmatch—a cruel game broadcast for the underground world’s entertainment. The bullets flew, hidden traps lay in wait, and my every terrified, pathetic attempt to survive was broadcast live on giant screens. Then, I heard his second-in-command on the loudspeaker. "Boss, your wife's about to pop. You sure you wanna be here?" I froze. Alex was here? A moment later, a woman’s sugary voice dripped through the speakers. "Forget that bitch. Alex told me the only thing that mattered today was being here with me. Right, honey?" It was Scarlett. The Chicago Outfit's princess. Alex's childhood sweetheart from Chicago, a woman he had always pampered and shown a distinct bias towards. He had turned down her advances for years, but he never refused her whims. Today, she was in a bad mood and insisted on watching the deathmatch, so he was here to keep her company. I screamed for Alex, begged him for help, but he was convinced I was an assassin in disguise. Because Scarlett laughed and said the game needed to be more exciting. So he pressed the button. Vicious patrol dogs hunted me. My water broke, mixing with blood on the ground. I was in agony. The game hit its climax as more dogs and gunmen closed in from all sides. Everyone was betting on who would be the next to die. Alex smiled, his voice a low, careless drawl, "I’ll bet on that filthy pregnant woman to die." He didn't know the truth until I bled out on an operating table, our child dead with me. They say the ruthless Godfather shattered. Broke completely.

"I love you, I really really do~ please marry me" I closed my eyes in fear as I kneeled in front of the devil itself who had his hands warped around the female lead. The next thing I knew I stood in the wedding hall wearing the white suit while in front of the Villain itself putting the ring on my finger. "Now I declare you as husband and hu-husband? you may kill your husband" It was supposed to be a straight Otome game where I was supposed to be dead while saving the FL. But here and I married to the villain itself. "WHEN DID IT TURN INTO BL?" I don't own the cover as I just did the editing of the art and credit goes to its owner

En la entrega de premios del Concurso Mundial de Diseño de Joyería, mi hermanastra, Sandra, se llevó el gran premio. Usó los diseños que me robó. Lo que no sabía era que el mayor patrocinador del evento era Jude Moretti. El Padrino de la familia Moretti. Un monstruo sediento de sangre, marcado por una explosión, un hombre del que dicen que nunca podrá tener hijos. ¿Y el gran premio? Convertirse en la esposa del Padrino. Esa noche, los hombres de Moretti, todos de negro, entregaron un contrato de matrimonio con ribetes de oro. Habían venido por la "diseñadora genio". Mi prometido, Marco, entró en pánico y llevó a Sandra a Las Vegas para salvarla. Se casaron esa noche. Con el matrimonio hecho, Sandra regresó pavoneándose, vestida con mi bata de seda. Mostró el anillo en su dedo y los chupetones por todo su cuello. —Marco es mío ahora —ronroneó—. ¿Qué vas a hacer, Odessa? El Padrino solo te da un día. Si no te casas con él, la Familia tendrá que apaciguarlo. Eso significa enviarte al barrio rojo. Venderte a la clase de psicópata que se excita con cosas rotas. Ella estaba equivocada. Yo tenía otra opción. Encontré a mi padre y a mi madrastra, ambos luchando por lidiar con el contrato. —Lo haré —dije—. Me casaré con el Padrino.

Mi suegra tuvo un accidente de tránsito y fue llevada al hospital. Llamé más de veinte veces a mi esposo, Samuel López, que era abogado, pero solo conseguí que me respondiera en la última. —¿Qué cuento te estás inventando ahora? Sandra está en problemas y tengo que ayudarla. Deja de hacer berrinches. Apenada por sus palabras, le informé de la situación de su mamá y le pedí que me transfiriera diez mil dólares para pagar los gastos médicos. No obstante, engañado por su primer amor, Sandra López, simplemente se redujo a botarme palabras impacientes: —El accidente de tráfico que sufrió tu mamá no tiene nada que ver conmigo. No trates de usar mi dinero para ayudar a tu familia y déjame en paz. Estoy muy ocupado ahora. Dicho esto, colgó la llamada sin esperar a mi respuesta. Entre tanto, habían anunciado el fallecimiento de su madre, tras un intento fallido de reanimación. Tres días después, volví a verlo en la audiencia: estaba defendiendo con entusiasmo a su primer amor, quien se encontraba en el banquillo por conducir ebria. Gracias a sus excelentes habilidades como abogado, Sandra fue declarada inocente, basándose en la falta de pruebas. Muy decepcionada, le propuse el divorcio al terminar la audiencia. Pero él se puso nervioso: —Mi mamá es tan buena contigo. Si te divorcias, ¡se va a poner muy triste! Le sonreí con indiferencia y luego le aventé contra la cara las facturas de los gastos médicos y el certificado de defunción. Qué estúpido era este tipo. Aún no sabía que su madre había fallecido.