Alziyena is a victim of one night stand, with a guy that claimed she was his own. Much to her surprise and her family's disappointment, she was now carrying the result of enjoying a night of pleasure. Receiving a sudden proposal, experiencing bullets twice, and now this mysterious guy Mafia Lord? Can she even survive carrying the Mafia Lord's Son?
"Where are you going?" I turned to look at my father who was leaning on my door. It seems I left the door open when I went out earlier to get something from one of my older brothers.
I swallowed the lump on my throat as I went back to fixing my eyelashes on. I finished the final touches on my make up before I opened my mouth to answer, "Just a girl's night out. I'll be back before you know it."
I find it strange that this father of mine managed to find my room. He rarely visits this side of the house as he's always by my twin sister's side. It's even more weird that he asked me things such as where I am headed to. In short, my father is not acting like himself today.
"Why are you going out this late? And in that attire?" His voice sounds stern and stiff, he is clearly not happy about the idea of me going out to party.
I looked down at my outfit. It's a red sparkly tube dress that is 2 inches above the knees and is tightly fitted.
I personally don't see anything wrong with it. I have always worn these kind of dresses, some are even much more revealing than this. What's more is that he's already seen me like this more than once. Why is he acting like this now?
I sighed, "Then in that case it wouldn't be a night out. In hours like this, it's fun to go out. And besides, what's wrong with my dress? I look good, don't I, father?" I smiled, showing him my glittery outfit. "If you have nothing more to say, I will be leaving."
I picked up my purse from the bed, and immediately passed through my astonished father. He tried to stop me as I went down the stairs and made my way to the door. But he got stopped by my mother who enthusiastically told him that Alzamira was calling.
As it turns out, my twin sister, Alzamira, had gone abroad to study. I was not even informed of her departure, apparently the whole family knows. Except for me, of course.
I shook my head as I drank another shot of alcohol.
"What are you doing, Ziyena? Stop." My friend says, taking the glass from me. "You're about to finish the third bottle." She points out.
"Girl, are you heartbroken or what?" The other asks.
"She doesn't even have a boyfriend, what are you talking about?" I heard her snicker, "It's about your family again, isn't it? Is it your sister again? I told you to put poison on her food if she messes with you again."
I laughed at her statement. "No, she didn't do anything this time." I stared at the empty bottle of alcohol as I spoke, "I'm... probably, just, probably. Celebrating the fact that my father showed just a tiny winy bit of care for me."
Our table went silent. My friends know how much I crave for my family and their affection. Though my four brothers never failed to show me how much they love and adore me, I still wanted to feel the warmth of my parents' embrace.
If it isn't obvious enough, my parents have their favorite child; my twin sister.
She is loved ever since she was brought into this world. According to my grandparents (who also never once showed any signs of favoritism towards my sister), after the risky birth of my four older brothers who are quadroplets, my mom didn't want another set of twins. But when the ultrasound results came out, she was devastated to find out there were another two babies inside of her.
She got depressed and even tried to get rid of me. It was that bad.
She was scared of experiencing another painful birth and she was more than terrified to lose her life just because there was one extra baby.
And then, because of the extreme stress she was in during her pregnancy, she gave birth a month early. While in labor, my mom was crying as she held tightly into my father's hands. After getting my twin out, my mother passed out. Which is the reason she had to go into c-section to get me out.
After she woke up, she only recognized my twin, and abandoned me completely. The doctors told them that she hasn't really reach the point of insanity, she is just in denial plus, her depression, and my father wasn't any better.
My grandparents couldn't do anything about it, and decided to just take me and raise me themselves. And when my mother was a lot better, they gave me back to my parents.
While she still treats me like her own daughter, I couldn't not see how much they favored my twin. She gets better presents in Christmases and Birthdays, she was given privileges in which I don't even get offered to. Those are just the little things, but for the little girl I once was, it hurt her more than anything. After recalling all those and going quiet for a short while, I abruptly stood up. "I'm gonna go dance."
I didn't give my friends a chance to talk and immediately went for the dance floor, where drunk and sweaty bodies were busy rubbing each other.
I normally wouldn't have consider joining this noisy crowd but for tonight, just for tonight, I will let myself go.
Twirling, twerking, and even grinding my body to strangers. I didn't care. I was drunk, and everything seems like a blur. That was when my back bumped into someone.
"Oh, sorry." I said, giggling as I tried to push my heavy body away.
But I was unable to do so when his arms made its way to my waist, securing it there tightly as he pulled me even closer to him. His actions made me freeze. I looked up to meet his eyes and I gasped as he was looking at me so intensely.
"Now you've done it."
"A mere human dares to love a God?" In a world where humans with special abilities aren't rare, Gods and Goddesses mingle with them, going unnoticed as they blended naturally with them. But maybe... just maybe, the Goddess of Death's decision to descend was a bad idea. "I know I am nothing but a lowly creature to you, your grace, but--" "But what?" Her face shows no emotions as she stares at the young man in front of her. He looks decent, but still unworthy of a beauty such as herself. The young man met her eyes, "Please let me prove myself to you."
𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝'𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨 Waking up in a dark, cold room.. Althea Venisse forgot about her identity. She doesn't know why she lost her memory, and when she began forgetting about her everything. All she knows is that it felt like something was missing. A man introduced himself as Lucas Hudson.. who said to be her husband. The same man also introduced a little boy to her who he said was named Logan Hudson, their "child". Everything seems to be a little confusing to her.. especially when her "husband" involved her into something called, 𝙈𝙖𝙛𝙞𝙖.
(Tagalog) Alziyena is a victim of one night stand, with a guy that claimed she was his own. Much to her surprise and her family's disappointment, she was now carrying the result of enjoying a night of pleasure. Receiving a sudden proposal, experiencing bullets twice, and now this mysterious guy Mafia Lord? Can she even survive carrying the Mafia Lord's Son?
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
After three years of loveless marriage, Kira was slapped with divorce papers. She has shown him her unrequited love throughout her entire marriage with him, but he decided to turn blind eyes all because of his lover. Distraught and heartbroken, Kira choose to sign the divorce papers with bitter heart. But then and there, she promised herself that when she's back, he will come crawling to her, but she will make him pay for hurting her. Join Kira as she transform to a wealthy heiress and soared as the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar empire, a remarkable healer and make her ex-husband pay!
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?