Hurt from her previous relationship, Lana Lopez does her best to avoid falling for unreachable playboy Zeo Alcante. But when they both acknowledge their growing feelings for each other, maybe breaking some rules isn't so bad after all. *** Strong and independent, Lana Lopez isn't your typical girl. She knows what she wants and does everything she can to get it. However, her world is shaken to the core as she crosses paths with street racer Oliver Cojuangco and basketball star player Zeo Alcante for a social experiment that forces them to hang out for a month. Determined to make things work, the three try their best to get along-not until more feelings get involved. With her heart on her sleeve, Lana tries it with Zeo. But with the fears and uncertainties that continue to test their relationship, is taking the risk worth it in the end? Or does breaking the rules mean getting their hearts broken, too? Disclaimer: This story is written in Taglish, a combination of Tagalog & English. Cover Design by Regina Dionela

It was the right place. It was the right time. He was the right guy. But it didn't last forever.

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."