She wasn't that drunk. So the six-foot something creature rummaging through her fridge half-naked, at eight in the morning was real. Now here's the tinsy winsy problem; She lives alone. ------------------------------------------------ Let's just say Catherine Wright wasn't having the best day. Everything just wasn't going well-right. So after a couple of sips of wine, she ended up 'praying' for some kind of distraction instead. Who knew the heavens answered prayers from drunk women. Now Damon Grace would be exactly what she asked for. And a few other things that would make her wish she never drank at all. (p.s. It wouldn't hurt to check the tags this story is on) Copyright © 2015 Liz Martinez All Rights Reserved

SYNOPSIS: KUNG may katawang tao ang tsismis, ang magiging pangalan niyon ay Jan Irish. She was a gossip eater and spreader. It's her job and nobody could stop her. Kaya nga pinili ni Jan Irish na maging Journalist para legal na makapag-tsismis sa iba ng mga alam niyang sekreto. She loved her job more than anything. It gave her freedom from speaking what's on her mind. Kaya naman nang bigyan siya ng bagong assignment ng Editor-in-Chief ng Magazine na pinagta-trabahoan niya, hindi niya mapigil ang excitement, lalo na at si Tegan Galvante ang assignment niya. One of the rudest man that every walked on earth. There was no Journalist on the country who succeeded in getting an interview from him and that's her assignment: interview Tegan Galvante. Alam ni Jan Irish na mahihirapan siya pero sisiguraduhin niyang siya ang pinaka-unang Journalist na magtatagumpay na makakuha ng interview ni Tegan Galvante. Gagawin niya ang lahat, makamit lang ang inaasam. Jan Irish mind was already set, she will do everything, use everything in her disposal to get what she wanted ... then she met Tegan Galvante for the first time. And never in her life was she tongue-tied, just that moment. Why? Was it his tattoos? His burned scars? His undeniable good looks? Or was it the feeling he aroused from her? Whatever it was, she's doomed. Because Tegan Galvante was the kind of man that couldn't be trusted with a woman's heart.

Maria Georgianne Marfori loved Noah Elizalde more than anything in this world. Ganon din halos lahat ng mga babaeng kilala niya. Yes, he's probably that hot and adorable. Kaya naman ay maaga niyang natutunan ang pag mamahal ng walang pag aalinlangan at takot. Kailanman ay hindi niya naisip na darating ang araw na susuko siya at mapapagod. Never. Noah will end up with her no matter what. But is it really right to love him intensely at a very young age? Her family didn't believe in love. They think it's pure sentiment. They think purely loving someone with your heart was wrong. Binigyan tayo ng Panginoon ng puso at utak. Puso, para maramdaman ang sentimento. Utak, para mapag isipan kung dapat bang tanggapin ang sentimento ng puso. We have to identify who's the better judge. But then again, do we always have that chance to judge? Paano kung ipaglaban mo man iyon ay wala ka parin namang halaga? How are you going to fight for your heart when you know from the very beginning you will lose? That you are Worthless? Why do we all want this? To love what does not love us. To leave those who want to stay. To push away those who want to stay close. To treasure what is worthless.

Mine isn't your kind of tale. I am not to kiss and expect a happily-ever-after. But certainly, I am destined to collide and explode with the darkest prince. Abiso: Contains explicit language.

Evelyn Monroe hated Christmas, she wasn't always like that. Even till the age of seventeen she believed that Father Christmas existed somewhere, but just before her 18th Christmas her world changed and so did her beliefs and thoughts. That's till she runs into the plaza's Santa who sported a very sexy six pack under that pot stomach of his, not that she cared. She didn't. But with all the christmas spirit in the air, he was a dose of a miracle that she needed. * * * Published novel

[COMPLETED] When the handsome shipping magnate Kier Falcon hired Helga Diaz to be his twins' temporary Nanny, he also made sure their relationship is strictly professional. Yet over a week with Helga, he starts to see the real her - a sweet, caring and full of life who loves to have fun with his twins. *** Her experience as a Nanny taught Helga that she shouldn't fall in love with a man with a family. It will even more complicate her already complicated life. But everything changed on that night he kissed her, she realized there was something on Kier that she couldn't resist. But just when Helga thinks she has finally found her happiness, she found out that she was the one who caused the accident that killed Kier's wife, the mother of the twins she have learned to love as her own. Is it still right to love him? Will he forgive her? Will his love still enough to forget the past? Highest Rating: #3 GenFic (03/07/15) #4 Series (04/20/2020) Series: Men In Suits #2 May 2014 - April 2020 [U N E D I T E D]

Hiding all the answers, Seeking for the truth. "Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must be also evil." -Lord Byron.

[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."