LOGINClary kept dreaming about a man with a weird tattoo on his lower back. He was touching her sensually, and she's moaning his name as if it's the most beautiful word her lips could ever utter. Ngunit sa tuwing gigising siya sa malamig na silid ng kumbento, hindi na niya maalala ang pangalang isinisigaw niya habang inaabot ang rurok ng walang kapantay na sarap. Akala niya ay produkto lamang ng kanyang maruming imahinasyon ang lahat, not until one day, when a group of syndicate attacked their poor convent. Armed men brought chaos to their peaceful home, their leader shouting only one name. Hers.
View MoreCinco Mortales—an underground organization of five deadly syndicates dominating the black market in European Union, China, and other large countries in Asia.
In the past years, the five leaders remained anonymous and were only called by the pseudo names their ladies had picked for them.
There's just one rule the leaders have to follow.
The woman has to die after picking the name.
Clary kept dreaming about a man with a weird tattoo on his lower back. He was touching her sensually, and she's moaning his name as if it's the most beautiful word her lips could ever utter. Ngunit sa tuwing gigising siya sa malamig na silid ng kumbento, hindi na niya maalala ang pangalang isinisigaw niya habang inaabot ang rurok ng walang kapantay na sarap. Akala niya ay produkto lamang ng kanyang maruming imahinasyon ang lahat, not until one day, when a group of syndicate attacked their poor convent. Armed men brought chaos to their peaceful home, their leader shouting only one name.
Hers.
Kabanata 1Suminghap si Clary nang humaplos ang magaspang na palad ng lalaki sa kanyang pawisang likod paakyat sa kanyang balikat, hanggang narating nito ang kanyang batok. His rough palm brought shivers down her spine, yet her aching skin begs for nothing but his indecent touch. Tila ba pamilyar ang bawat hawak at bawat halik na ibinibigay nito, ngunit ang dahilan ng kirot na nadarama niya sa tuwing tinatawag ng lalake ang pangalan niya, bakit hindi niya mahagilap sa kanyang isip?"Clary..." There goes the man again, whispering her name sensually. Muling kumirot ang dibdib niya at ang sakit ay hindi napawi ng isa pang haplos.She gasped. Tila pinapawi ng lalake ang anumang naglalaro sa kanyang isip sa pamamagitan ng paghalik sa kanyang balat na para bang nalalapnos sa bawat pagdidikit ng kanilang katawan, ngunit ang mga ungol at paghigop niya ng malalim na hininga ay sapat na upang mapagtantong gusto ng puso at isip niy
Cinco Mortales—an underground organization of five deadly syndicates dominating the black market in European Union, China, and other large countries in Asia.In the past years, the five leaders remained anonymous and were only called by the pseudo names their ladies had picked for them.There's just one rule the leaders have to follow.The woman has to die after picking the name.Clary kept dreaming about a man with a weird tattoo on his lower back. He was touching her sensually, and she's moaning his name as if it's the most beautiful word her lips could ever utter. Ngunit sa tuwing gigising siya sa malamig na silid ng kumbento, hindi na niya maalala ang pangalang isinisigaw niya habang inaabot ang rurok ng walang kapantay na sarap. Akala niya ay produkto lamang ng kanyang maruming imahinasyon ang lahat, not until one day, when a group of syndicate attacked their po