Seven years ago... I was his stalker. Three years ago... I was his wife. Two years ago... I was his ex-wife. Since the day he left me, my life has never been the same. It seems like I gathered all life's misfortunes - my mother died from cancer, our family business went down and my dad could not face the shame so he killed himself leaving me to take on the responsibilities of paying his debts. I have to work hard to make ends meet. I worked as a baker, a dance instructress, and an entertainer in order to pay the debts as well as to support myself. I was trying to be okay until he came back. He manipulated everything - owned the bakeshop where I worked as a baker, paid me to give him private dance classes and made me agree to perform in private with him. Do you think that is already worse? Nah-uh! He my family's debt so I am obliged to pay him based on his terms. I am Patricia Sandoval, sold to Stuart Cordoval - I am his personal assistant, private chef, personal dance instructor, exclusive entertainer and on-call bedwarmer of my beloved ex-husband. This may sound absurd, but yes, I am sold to my ex-husband. Note: This is originally a story written in Filipino but since there have been requests for its English version, I am going to slowly upload an English translation of this story.

A undercover photographer named Tabaka Akihito had just got done with a old case until his supervisor Britney(his childhood friend) gave him a new one. "Asami-San huh? He should be easy as cake." But he was totally wrong. Asami soon finds out that Tabaka is the undercover photographer and goes after him to 'kill him' does it happen? Or does something happen? {Yaoi fiction. Romantic & action. Hope you guys enjoy!}

"I fell to the ground and started crying, hard. But I didn't try to stop or hide my tears. I curled into a fetal position in attempt to shield myself from any more blows. I didn't try to fight back because I knew they were right. Why would anyone want something like me? I’m nothing special...I don't deserve him. "

Among all the faces I have seen in my twenty seven years of living on earth, his face captured my soul in a heart beat. Not because of his beauty, nor the darkness of his eyes. « You like danger don't you Haru? Let's play Russian Roulette with three bullets. » « Make it four. » It was his love for danger. _____________________________________ Mafia AU. Story inspired from Toys For Big Boys by @MyWickedWays. Characters have nothing to do with real life persons. [Not for the weak hearted, mention of gore, and swears along with sexual scenes will be present in the story. banners made by @d_bell