Rewrite Our Story Kat Singleton

“Is that how you thank me for saving your ass?” I could feel his warm breath against my skin, a mix of mint and alcohol. His face was clearer now as the moonlight spilled on us. * * * * * Betrayed, broke, betrothed. Savannah McGrathy lost it all after her father's death shattered her once perfect world. Her stepmother and stepsister changed from the loving family she once knew, stripping her of everything she had. Betrayed by her boyfriend and stepsister and now, betrothed to the ruthless billionaire Diego Montenegro, she is hopeless with no way out. But Diego has a secret from a masked party five years ago—the one night that changed everything. He is obsessed and hopelessly in love. He remembers her clearly but Savannah has no idea they've met before. Now, he will do whatever it takes to protect her, not just from her enemies but from the demons within himself.

If we psychologically damage an individual beyond repair, what will be the consequence of it? We all have a limit to the amount of mental and psychological stress we can take. Once the stress exceeds the limit, we’ll reach our breaking point. What happens after that is a mystery no one can solve, or is it? Lydia Johnson faces a similar situation. She is a complex young woman who faces a downfall stemming from the mental and physical abuse of her father and siblings, the negligence of her mother, and a chilling secret. From abused to loved, to abused again--that’s how life is for Lydia. Her family taught her only one lesson: emotions are for the weak and the weak don’t have a place in this world. With each kill, Lydia atones for the loss of her innocence by getting rid of another emotion and also rids the world of someone undeserving of her love and forgiveness. What lengths will she go to, for revenge, and prove her resilience? Will she ever be able to live her life like a normal person again? Or will she continue killing everyone until her own death?

This isn’t your merry little Christmas , it’s your dirtiest one yet. Dirty Christmas unwraps every forbidden fantasy you’ve ever wanted to taste. From strangers under mistletoe to sinful nights by the fire, every page drips with heat, hunger, and raw, unapologetic pleasure. These short stories are filthy, fast, and meant to leave you breathless, one by one, they’ll melt your holiday spirit into desire. If you’re not into adult, mature, and explicit erotica, don’t open this book. But if you’re ready to sin in red and gold… welcome to your next obsession. You can also check out my other erotica book (Deep inside)

Synopsis "I thought, you won't show up until Zacahria doesn't agree to marry you? Oh, come on Silvia, are you really that desperate?" "Sorry? I think you mistook for someone, excuse me?" "I'm not kidding, so stop pretending you don't know me." " We are tired of your games Silvia." "For the second time, I am not Silvia! So don't ever call me that name again!" she said before turning her back on it and hurriedly leaving that place. Since she went back to the Philippines with his father, she could not sleep and was not able to rest . Because that named Silvia always interrupts her wherever she goes, she is always mistaken for Silvia. And who is that Silvia? Is that really how they look alike? Whoever that woman she's interested to know. When Zacahria saw her, he kidnapped the girl and took her to an island. Zacahria forces her to stop pretending and hiding from her parents because even if she did it over and over again he will not marry her. Olivia was hurt by what she heard so she continued the plan of pretending to be Silvia. And days passed she did enjoying his company. Olivia saw how much he cared for her and she didn't know that she had almost forgotten that she wasn't the woman he was looking for. She enjoyed being Silvia a lot and even more and when she found out that Zacahria was already in love with her she felt jealous for Silvia and felt pity for herself. But she has to put an end to that stupidity. She can't pretend for the rest of her life because she knew in herself that the day will come the real silvia will return.

Laila, a girl sleeping alone is haunted by a voice. A dark, manipulative voice of a man. That voice petrifies the girl in her sleep. As if the voice were touching her in a place no one touched before. Blaze deVile is a werewolf under his mask. He works as a lecture, just to make his intention of a certain girl can go smoothly. Blaze deVile being a devil himself haunts the life of a human girl, called Laila.

In my previous life, after I got divorced from Serena Langston, the court had given me custody of my newborn daughter, Talia Poole. Meanwhile, my son, Lucas Poole, was to live with Serena. Many years later, Talia got into a top prestigious university. I had raised her to be a humble and polite young lady. On the day the SAT scores were released, the mass media fought with each other just to get an inclusive interview on how I raised and parented Talia. Meanwhile, Lucas had already dropped out of school when he was still a junior at high school. After that, he eloped with a delinquent, only to impregnate her before he even hit 16 of age. Just like that, he was treated as the living educational material of what a teenager shouldn't become when they grew up. At the age of 30, he was still mooching off Serena without an achievement or a job under his belt. Serena's dream of watching Lucas succeed in life was completely shattered. In fact, she was utterly humiliated by his existence. On the day Talia's celebratory banquet was held, Serena showed up and picked a fight with me. She insisted that I had given Lucas all of our bad DNA, which resulted in him being a massive failure in life. During the fight, Serena stabbed me in the chest. Then, she jumped off the building and died. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day the court will be giving us custody over our children. This time, Serena quickly requests the judge for Talia's custody. I can tell right away that she's been reborn as well.

A night of heartbreak. A stranger in the dark. A secret that will change everything. When Tilda Grant discovers she was pregnant, her life became in danger. Tilda had already lost everything to her husband, James. James had secretly divorced her and was having a secret affair with her half-sister, Kristie. Tilda was devastated and the night she got drunk, she ended up on the bed of a stranger. She flee, and five years later, she returns, a determined single mother of quadruplets, ready to rebuild her life and uncover the pressing secret of the paternity of her kids. She never expected to cross paths with Oscar Gray, a cold yet dangerously captivating businessman—nor did she know he was connected to her past in ways she couldn't imagine. Oscar Gray must honor his grandfather, and make Tilda his wife. Just as Tilda begins to open her heart again, James resurfaces, claiming the children as his own. In a dramatic twist, Tilda discovers that Oscar Gray is the stranger from that night. Now, caught between two powerful men—one who deceived her, and one who unknowingly changed her life—Tilda must fight for her family, her love, and the truth. Will she trust Oscar, the man who was always meant to be hers? Or will James steal her future just as he stole her past?

Blurb: Pearl and Fabian's kind of love is a tale of unconditional and invaluable love, but where did it all go wrong? How did they start hating each other? Secrets have the power to destroy beautiful things, Things that were built on trust, sacrifices and undying passion, but is there anything like undying passion? When a Love like Pearl and Fabian's goes on a down spiral, when they start feeling bitterness whenever they set eyes on each other? But the question is, is it bitterness they truly feel? Or anger for not getting over one another? Find out in this book.

Napilitan magpakasal sina Anastasia Alarcon at Enzo Padilla dahil sa kagustuhan ng lola ng binata. Para kay Enzo, obligasyon lang iyon—pero para kay Anastasia, ito ang pagkakataon niyang makasama ang lalaking sampung taon niyang lihim na minahal. Akala ni Enzo, pera lamang ang habol ni Anastasia sa kaniya. Kaya sa loob ng isang taon nilang mag-asawa, malamig at maingat niyang itinago ang tunay niyang nararamdaman. Tiniis ni Anastasia ang bawat sandali, umaasang balang araw, mararamdaman din siya ng lalaking minahal niya ng buong puso. Hanggang sa namatay ang lola ni Enzo, at sa ika-pitong araw pagkatapos ng libing, sinabi nito na makikipaghiwalay na siya. She was nearly driven mad by Enzo’s demand for an annulment—at pagkatapos nito, umalis siya upang tuluyang kalimutan ang lalaking minahal niya ng buong puso. Ngunit hindi niya alam, iniwan ng kanilang huling gabing magkasama ang isang lihim: tatlong anak na hindi puwedeng malaman ni Enzo. Pagkalipas ng anim na taon, bumalik si Anastasia sa Pilipinas para hanapin ang anak na nawala noong sanggol pa lang. Ngunit sa halip na asahan, natuklasan niyang ang batang matagal niyang hinahanap ay nasa ilalim pala ng pangangalaga ng dati niyang asawa. Ang kanilang mga anak ang naging tulay upang muling magtagpo ang mga pusong sugatan. Hindi naglaon, lubos na pinagsisisihan ni Enzo ang lahat nang malaman niyang ang babaeng matagal niyang hinanap at pinangarap sa bawat gabing walang tulog ay si Anastasia pala. Determinado siyang ibalik at ipanalo muli ang puso ng kanyang dating asawa—ngunit sa harap ng lahat ng nakaraan, pagkukulang, at mga lihim… kaya nga ba muling magtiwala at magmahal si Anastasia kay Enzo?

Found in the marooned ruins of Chavand was a book ripped and torn. Its yellowed pages eaten up and coiled. Forgotten and unheard about was this book until it came to light. His legends lived on, his tales of valour prevailed. His glory seemed enternal and he was worshiped and adored. But his heart remained shrouded in a cloak of mystery. His emotions, his turmoils went unnoticed in an attempt to make him great. Seen as someone who was invincible and immortal, the Rana changes your perspective from his greatness to his soft heart. Written across the pages during his last moments, he wrote his own life. Where bards would be at a loss and poets were simply lost in his glory and valor, the Rana is said to be the only one who could write about himself.