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."

A GIRL dreams about a Bad boy who is gentle only to her. A BOY dreams about a Girl who is naughty only to him. ****** He was her neighbor. He was her childhood sweetheart. He was her first love. Ten years later... He was everything she abhorred. He was dangerous. She hated what he'd become, yet, her heart still yearned for him. He possessed her body, mind, heart and soul. And she was scared ... scared of what will happen to her if she fell deeply in love again with this Dangerous Gentleman. WARNING: SPG/R-18

isang babaeng mahirap na nakapasa sa exam ng pinakasikat ng school sa manila. isang simpleng magandang babae na palaban,childish,at may pagka kalog.Ng pumasok siya sa school ay nakabanggaan niya ang isang Gangster. gangster na cold,no mercy,at walang pake alam sa mundo bat suddenly a simple girl he meet who will make him change. try to steal her I kill you,try to touch her with your fucking finger I'll rip it,she's mine and only mine-dean doon nag Simula ang kanyang pagka possisive sa kanyang prinsesa. please read this chak kikiligin kayo mga wattpadics 😍

Role play world puno ng pekeng tao.

** #2 in WATTYAWARDS** ** #24 in FUNNY!** **#3 in SHORT STORY** I whipped around to smell the scent of pine, cigarettes, and mint. Amused grey eyes shined, and dark, shaggy, brown hair filled my vision. His hands were in his low, dark jeans, and his muscled chest puffed out of his white t-shirt, and black leather jacket. His smirk made me tense up. "You." I glared. "Me." He smiled. The one person who could piss me off in a split second, the person who was the sole reason I am who I am today was leaning against one of the navy blue lockers. The atomic bomb just exploded in my life. And his name is Roman Quinn. DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was a good 12 years old. There are plot holes, spelling and grammar errors. However, this is the first thing I've ever written and somehow I am STILL proud of it and the grateful for anyone who laughed. (Even if it was just once). Viewer Discretion is Advised.