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

Sometimes, you do crazy things for the one you love. No matter how mean or absurd it is, gagawin mo pa rin. Kahit na magmukha kang masama. Kahit na sabihin nilang madamot ka. Kahit na alam mong mali. Ika nga nila: "All is fair in love and war." It has no bounds. No rules. So fuck everything, right? Just when Maxwell finally realizes her true feelings for Rush, that's the time when he chooses to leave. No texts. No calls. No goodbye. Not even a single word from him. He just... disappeared. For three years, Grant never left her side-hoping Maxwell will love him again like before. Everything was smoothly sailing until the said devil decided to come back. Mean 2 of 2.

Cliché? Yun yung good girl meets her prince charming, they both fall in love, the antagonist comes along, here comes the up rise, problem solved then insert the happy ending with matching confetti and balloons. Kung hindi happy ang ending? Then wait for the epilogue. Kaumay! Yung mabait laging bida, yung nagpapaawa ang laging pinapanigan at si good girl at prince charming lagi ang nagkakatuluyan. Pero paano kung maging bida ang isang kontrabida? Maxwell is mean but she's willing to be extra mean just to get the guy of her dreams. It had always been Grant for her since she was seven. No matter how many times she cry, no matter how many times she get hurt, and no matter how many times she get beaten down because of Grant-she'll never get tired of loving him. She'll chase him till the ends of the earth. And if someone gets in her way? Simple, she''ll have them taste her hell. Or they could taste Rush's, Grant's cousin, who's also willing to do every mean things for her. Mean 1 of 2.

To love is to sacrifice. Iyon ang paniniwala ni Avis Magdalene Sebastian. She believes that love is doing everything for the people you love, even if your happiness' at stake. Ganoon naman talaga pag nagmamahal diba? Avis loves her family dearly. Gagawin niya ang lahat para hindi masira ang pamilya nila. Kahit na masaktan ang sarili, kahit na masaktan siya ay pipilitin niyang magpanggap.... even if it means pushing him away, even if it means denying her affinity-because that's how love should be. It shouldn'tbe selfish... pero minsan ay may pagkakataon sa buhay mo na gusto mo lang magdamot, kahit na alam mong masama, kahit na alam mong bawal, kahit na alam mong hindi puwede. Affinity 1 of 2.

If you're looking for the ugly duckling who turned into a swan, then you got the wrong book. Les' best friend, Dee, just got rejected by the love of her life. According to the guy, ayaw niya sa babaeng conservative, hindi aggressive, underdog, weak, boring at manang katulad ni Dee. Now, Dee's convinced that love is all about how you look. Les tried to convince her otherwise but she's too broken to be swayed. Despite Les' abhorrence towards love, she doesn't want her best friend to end up with a broken esteem. Kaya ngayon ay handa siyang gawin ang lahat mapatunayan lang niya na sa pagmamahal, puso ang ginagamit-hindi ang mata. Even if she, a total bitchesa swan, needs to turn into an ugly duckling... So be it. Available in bookstores nationwide for only 150.00! :)

Cursed with the chains of an empath insight and vivid dreams, Willow Haywood has learned to live her life on the defense. Her world shatters when an ominous figure in her dreams leaves behind an omen that follows her into her waking hours. As Willow learns the beautifully dark secrets of her life she has no choice but to flee to unknown dimensions. Secrets, lore, and the one made of her soul await her. Haunting lives of the past beckon her due. This isn't the love story you know...

[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]

[Edited] "You had to be extremely low on cash to wank into a cup for it," Dani sneered, feeling like a vindictive bully in a playground. But Carlo deserved it. She felt the first sharp stab of fear that went through her heart when Carlo looked at her with thunder in his eyes. "What are you going to do now? Kill me?" she continued. Fingering the 9mm in her back pocket, she remembered that she'd never even shot the damn thing, despite her brothers' pleas to teach her. Carlo's shadow blanketed her. "Kill you?" His brow furrowed. "Do you really think that lowly of me, cara? I'm wounded." "Then what the hell do you want?" His face flashed with a look she barely recognised - pure arousal. Even when he reached out and pulled her to him, she could feel it. "I realised that the mother of my child is more of a spitfire than I thought." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Call me a pyromaniac." *cover by @bullethood*

[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."

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "I will savour every part of your body; every nook and every cranny. I will make you feel like my last meal. And I will do it with your husband in the next room." Sofia's breathing became ragged. She held the stupid cookbook to her chest like a lifesaver, but she couldn't stop her heart bashing against it. And Vaughn? His hand had somehow slipped up the hem of her dress... (Cover by @ilovepizaaaa)