**⚠️PREVIEW ONLY⚠️. Full story is available at shopee.ph, lazada, ebookware.ph, bookwarepublishing.com, NBS, Expressions, and Pandayan** You shall not steal. Ito ang isa sa sampung kautusang hindi magawang sundin ni Wolf magmula nang makilala niya si Diosdida (Dixie) Niola-No-nonsense, efficient, and effective. The perfect Executive Assistant. Higit sa lahat wala itong gusto sa kanya at may nagmamay-ari na rito. But damn her for awakening his inner sexual demons. Titiyakin niyang mapapasakanya si Dixie, no matter how messy and dirty things can get. Literal niyang ninakaw ang dalaga at dinala sa kota niya. Walang makakapigil sa lobo.

A former member of an elite military forces. A powerful tycoon. Clane Altaraza is recognized as ruthless in business world. There's only one woman who has the audacity and charisma to sway him. But, can he be tamed? WARNING: Mature Content | Very Sexual | R-18 | SPG | If you're not comfortable reading this story, feel free to skip this one. I did not proofread this story. Read at your own risk. Book version is available at NBS nationwide.

Warning: SPG | Mature Content | R-18 | Published under LIB Bare. SYNOPSIS Nielsen Cañeba was one of the hidden gems in military. Ang pagmamahal sa trabaho at sa bayan ang nagtulak sa kanya na bumalik sa serbisyo makalipas ang dalawang taong pagtatago dahil sa hindi inaasahang dagok na dumating sa buhay niya. Sa gitna ng kasagsagan ng giyera, natagpuan niya ang babaeng nagparamdam sa kanya ng may kasama siya sa laban niya... na hindi siya nag-iisa. Ang panibagong maiinit na haplos at halik ba ang siyang magiging daan upang maghilom ang sugat ng nakaraan?

Book Seven of Bachelorette Series (On-going) To the man who ended things before it started, Curse you for coming into my life pretending I was the center of your world. Showering me with your sweet yet deceitful words, and almost giving me everything I could ask for. Almost. Things could've been better for us if you weren't coward enough to step up. Curse you for starting the game but you weren't brave enough to finish it, you just pressed the quit button. Curse you for chasing me like I was the best thing that ever happened to you then suddenly stop when you are almost at the end game. Almost. You could've been my everything if you weren't so overwhelmed by the thrill of the chase. Curse you for knocking through the door of my heart and ran as fast as you could when I was about to let you in. Curse you for offering your hand then take it back when I was about to reach for it. Curse you for making me believe that I was having a daydream when all along it was a tragic nightmare. I deserve someone who's brave enough to write me a whole book with chapters on it, not just a phrase. I deserve someone who wants home, not just a vacation. Because, almost... is never enough.