Iris Gonzaga-Racini had made peace with her unusual life. Married, but miserable and lonely, Iris vowed to live life to the fullest. When she is invited to an island where even the most depraved desire can become reality, she can't say no. ****** Many would consider Iris Gonzaga-Racini a fortunate woman to be Niccolo Racini's wife, but Iris could not be more miserable or lonely. Despite being married to Niccolo for the past eight years, Iris has never met him. Until one day, when she receives a black invitation from her husband, summoning her to Temptation Island. A paradise where one's kinkiest and most depraved desires can become reality. "You are invited to Temptation Island."

WARNING: SPG | R-18 | Mature Content Inside | COVER BY: Race Darwin "You're invited to Temptation Island."

All his life, Andrius Salazar only wanted three things. A peaceful life that he plans to live to the fullest, he wanted to be left alone by his family to do things his way and he wanted his mother not messing with his life. But he learned in a hard way that those three things were not easy to have. Especially when his mother was constantly planning something outrageous to ruin his not so peaceful living. And the ruination of his life comes with a name this time. Ivy Gonzaga. The daughter of a Mafia boss who wants his surname attached to her name. CECELIB | C.C. WARNING: MATURE CONTENT | R-18 COMPLETED

"You are invited to Temptation Island."

Seven years ago... I was his stalker. Three years ago... I was his wife. Two years ago... I was his ex-wife. Simula nang hiniwalayan niya ako ay nagkaleche-leche na rin ang buhay ko. Namatay si mommy dahil sa cancer, nalugi ang kompanya ni daddy at dahil sa sobrang hiya, nagpakamatay siya kaya naiwan sa akin ang responsibilidad na bayaran ang natirang utang niya sa banko. Kung dati akong princessa, ngayon ay naghihirap na. Lahat atang pweding racket ay gagawin ko mabayaran ko lang ang utang sa banko. I am a baker on weekdays, dance instructor on Saturdays at dance performer on Friday and Saturday nights. Pero sa kasamaang palad, bumalik ang ex-husband ko kaya lalong gumulo ang buhay ko. He owned the restaurant I worked with kaya nagawa niyang i-assign ako bilang personal chef niya as well as personal assistant. Binayaran niya rin ang dance studio kung saan ako nagtratrabaho and hired me as his personal dance instructor. He hired me as his personal dance instructor for the whole day on Saturdays. Pati na rin ang trabaho ko bilang performer ay nagawan niya ng paraan. He hired me as his exclusive entertainer every Friday at Saturday nights. Do you think that is already worse? The worst thing is - binayaran niya ang utang namin sa banko so I am now obliged to pay him based on his terms. I am Patricia Sandoval, sold to Stuart Cordoval - ako ang personal assistant, private chef, personal dance instructor, exclusive entertainer at on-call bedwarmer ng pinakamamahal kong ex-husband. Masaklap man isipin pero I am sold to my ex-husband. This is the second story about the Adonis series. This time, kay Stuart Cordoval at kay Patricia Sandoval naka-center ang story. Started Writing December 2015

Berry Lacsamana had given up on life. But when she one day wakes up in a strange bed with someone calling her his wife, her life begins to take a different path. ****** When Berry Lacsamana wakes up in a room she doesn't recognize, hooked up to medical machines, confusion and anxiety consume her. Deepening Berry's fear is the presence of Cadmus Valcarcel who treats her coldly and and looks at her with resentment. "Finally," he said with coldness in his voice that made her shiver, frightening her. "My infamous wife is awake." Berry isn't anyone's wife, lest she is married to Cadmus. However, when she sees a photo of Cherry, a woman who looks like her from every angle, Berry begins to have some suspicions. She knew she was Berry, not Cherry... wasn't she? DISCLAIMER: This is a Filipino language story. WORD COUNT: 194,647 COVER: ASTRID JAYDEE WARNING: DON'T READ THIS STORY IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE DEPRESSING SCENES, SENSITIVE TOPICS OR MATURE CONTENT.

Miguel Imperial-Cordova's whole life revolves around perfection. He has the perfect family, the perfect career, a perfect fiancee. Perfection is a part of his regular routine. Every single thing has to be flawless. If it isn't flawless, it's no good. Til one day, Saskia, a woman full of flaws and imperfections, comes into life and shatters his polished little world. What will happen when the shimmering mirage of perfection he has worked so hard to create and uphold begins to crumble?

[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."

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]