"Yeah, I came to party like tonight will never end Let's party again; let's party again Let's party again I need party girls, in my party world Titties plastic, ass fantastic They just brush my hair, and touch me everywhere I don't say shit, and they be gettin naked Naked, say shit, and they be gettin naked I don't say shit, and they be gettin naked" She's daddy's little princess, mommy's little angel, her sister's best friend, her brothers worst nightmare and the school boys biggest crush. Everyone thinks its so great to be a billionaire, to be at the top except for Rayin. She believes that everything that goes up must come down. Just like water, the rain must fall. Or Should I say Rayin! The best way to behave is not to behave. Old enough to know better, too young to give a fuck. This is the Billionaire Party G I R L. *************** I will be starting the Billion heirs trilogy after I am finished with Evan's story.

He needs a place to live, she needs a baby daddy. Pietro Santangelo and Marguerite White are students at prestigious Columbia University in New York City. She is a fun-loving, free spirit who finds herself in a bit of a familial bind, he is an exchange student with a chronic case of poverty. They concoct a plan that they think will work, not realizing how much changes with two simple words... Pete merely looked at her and opened a box of books. He took some out and began placing them on the shelves, bending and stretching at his task. He had a nice back, broad shoulders and muscles that could be seen clearly under his light blue T-shirt. Daisy watched for a minute, fascinated. "Like what you see?" he asked without turning around. She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Well, you're the only thing in the room that's moving, you know?" she said by way of explanation. He turned around to look at her, books in either hand, a small grin on his face. "Of course, what was I thinking?" he asked rhetorically. "And look. We're both adults here, hm?" He looked carefully at her. "The couch we just brought up here cost fifty dollars at the second-hand store, and has to be at least thirty years old. I don't want to sleep on it, and I don't think you're going to want to sleep on it, either." She shook her head. "So the bed is nice and big," he continued. "I think we can manage, don't you? We can share the bed." He watched her for her reaction. "I give you my word this is not going to be a problem for me. At all. Is this going to be a problem for you?" She looked at him. "Really? At all?" She recovered from the unintentional meaning of his words quickly. "No, it won't be a problem for me, either," she said firmly. "We can share the bed." Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, and themes of premarital sex and sexual assault.

After being hurt in her previous relationship, Kei Marie Gonzales vows never to fall in love again. But when she meets the stubborn Drake Cortezano, Marie wonders if opening her heart again isn't a bad idea at all. *** Kei Marie Gonzales is left hurt and traumatized by her previous relationship. She vows to never fall in love again, breaking other guys' hearts in the process. Drake Cortezano feels betrayed by his first love. He promises to make her regret breaking his heart. Marie and Drake accidentally meet, sparking a blossoming friendship along the way. As they try to move forward and mend their broken hearts, they come up with a promise to try and love again... only to find themselves falling for each other. With both of them mending from a broken heart, can they really open their hearts and fall in love again? Or will the past keep haunting them and only hurt one another in the end? Disclaimer: This story is written in Taglish, a combination of Tagalog & English. Cover Design by Louise De Ramos

"Simula sa araw na 'to, sisiguraduhin kong kakainin mo ang lahat ng sinabi mo."

Isang tamang pag ibig sa maling tao at maling panahon. Hanggang saan ang kaya mong isugal, para sa pagmamahal na hindi ka sigurado kung ikaw ang mananalo?

Friend zoned. Hindi na bago kay Tom Andres Santos ang salitang yan, sa dalawang beses na nagmahal siya ng totoo jan palagi ang bagsak niya. Palaging iniiwan, palaging nasasaktan. In short palaging second choice kapag kinakailangan. Mahanap na kaya niya ang happy ending niya?

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14

Published Under Summit Media, Pop Fiction. (What If It's Love) A story where forever doesn't exist. #BSS3

Ilang beses ba nating tinanong ang sarili natin kung mapapansin ba tayo ng mga taong mahal natin? Ilang beses ka ba magtatanong sa buong buhay mo? At ano sa tingin mo ang magiging sagot? "Mapapansin kaya ako? Ang pag-ibig ko? Ang katauhan ko? Mapapansin Kaya?" Paano kung hindi? Paano kung oo? Magkaiba ba ang gagawin mong desisyon o pareho lang? Mag-iiba ba ang pananaw mo o magpapatuloy ka lang sa kung anong alam mong constant? Umaatikabong fame laban sa umaatikabong pag-ibig.