Yuri Watanabe

Matthew wanted to successfully propose to Judea Copper. He wanted the world to know how lucky he was to marry her and finally he did. This time, no unfortunate event or unexpected natural calamities could stop him. But that rainy day of December 25th, something happened to him with the woman in the flower shop whom he laid down on the bed of roses. She suddenly disappeared and could never be found. But destiny has something else far more exciting for the one he is truly fated to be with. Matthew still married Dea and wanted to have kids but for unknown reason, she still couldn’t get pregnant. Thus, making his married life on the brink of chaos. After ten years, Matthew crossed paths and he saw that woman with the triplet he just met. Wanting to know her whereabouts and what happened to her, Matthew finally discovered his estranged kids, the heirs of the Aragorn. As his life begins to entangle with his children, all of them are tested. Their reputation was put into a blurr situation. Their business was almost in a big loss. And their life is also put to risk. . When Primo comes to see Matthew, a great collision takes place between them. An intense conflict rises as Matthew tries to cut his ties with him. The corporation will be put in a bad situation that will almost shut down the whole operation in the winery. Another mystery of the new generation of Aragorn and Watanabe’s connection with each other is about to unfold. See how each of them stand up every time they fall and the fight they set is for the good of all. Find out how Matthew and Prim lead their life to the final destination.

Dirty Game Book 1: Sky Avenido is a typically quiet, mysterious, genius and boy next door in their school but looks can be deceiving. You don't know his real self. He's obsessed with her. Dirty Game Book 2: Austin Jimenez can't accept the loss of his battle against Sky Avenido to Reese Santillan's heart but he will do everything just to get the only girl he loved in his entire life, even if he does His Dirty Tactics. Dirty Game Book 3: "Y-Yuri? Anong ginagawa mo dito?" Nauutal kong tanong habang nakatingin sa lalakeng ilang araw nang ginugulo ang buhay ko. "Is that how you welcomed me? My bestfriend's girlfriend?" He smirked that I almost lost my breath. Sana hindi ko nalang siya nakilala. Sana hindi nalang siya ipinakilala sa akin ni Zane. He is Yuri Avenido. My boyfriend's bestfriend who wants me so badly. This is the Dirty Game series of Sky, Austin, and Yuri.

For years, Ciara had hidden her feelings from her college friend, Austin, until she finally mustered the courage to confess. But just as she was ready to lay her heart on the line, he blindsided her with a gut-wrenching surprise: he had been secretly dating her childhood best friend, Yuri, and they were now engaged. Despite the sense of betrayal, Ciara feigned happiness and congratulated them, even fabricating a story about having found a boyfriend herself, instead of confessing. However, that only led to another problem when he asked her to bring her boyfriend to their wedding. Now trapped by her own lie, Ciara had to find a boyfriend in just three months. But before that, she escaped on a quick vacation to Paris, where a chance encounter led to a passionate one-night stand with a stranger she had already met twice. When she woke up the next morning and realized what she’d done, panic set in. She ran away. She thought she could leave the whole thing behind, but when she returned to the country a week later, fate twisted the knife—the stranger from Paris was now her new boss. Just when she thought her life couldn’t get any more complicated, he offered to play the role of her fake boyfriend for the wedding. This unexpected arrangement sent her tangled emotions into an unpredictable whirlwind of romance and drama, especially when she discovered a series of shocking secrets, and one of them was that her boss and pretend boyfriend was, in fact, the older brother of Austin.

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want. Some called me cursed. Broken. Unstable. But the truth is simpler. I’m blooming again — and they all feel it. They don’t love me. They remember me. They remember what I used to be — what I still am, underneath the silence. One of them burned me with just a kiss. One broke my spine with kindness. One slid her hand under my shirt like it was always hers. One cries when she touches me. One never speaks, but her eyes dig. One wants to keep me. One wants to ruin me. And one just wants to finish what we started. They think I’m choosing. I’m not. My body already did. And now the bloom inside me is turning darker.

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.