Arti Genuine Leather

Je m'appelle Émeraude et j'ai eu le malheur de croiser un jour, un homme qui est devenu plus tard mon copain , des années plus tard, il est devenu mon Mac , car avec du chantage , il m'oblige à me prostituer , jusqu'au jour où je fut la rencontre de l'homme qui viendra m'enlever sous sa coupe .

I loved the pup my parents adopted so deeply that I cared for him as if he were my own son. At his slightest request, I willingly braved the storm to search the cliff edges for the plant he needed for tomorrow's assignment. Just as I stumbled toward them, battered and disheveled, I heard him secretly call my sister "mama, and call my mate "Dad”. It turned out my beloved Alpha mate had been cheating all along. He said it was too early for us to have pups, then turned around and started a family with my own sister. And my parents had known all along. They even wanted to force me to step down from my Luna position. The pup I cherished like my own heart cursed me with the most vicious words. Looking at them, I laughed through my tears. They didn't know I was already dead. The Moon Goddess had shown mercy—if I could receive one genuine declaration of love within these seven extra days, I could return to life. But they all wished for my death. I granted their wish. So why did they all regret it when the pack enforcers asked them to identify my body?

Noah's Pov: "Ready ka na, iho?" tanong sa'kin ni mama nang makababa ako sa hagdanan ng bahay namin. "Uh..huh!" sagot ko agad. Isasama niya daw ako sa party ng kaibigan niya at ipapakilala ako sa mga kaibigan nito na matagal niya nang gustong gawin. Bihira lang kasi ako dito sa Pilipinas. Madalas ay pinagbabakasyon lang ako ni papa kaya ako narito sa Pilipinas. Kadarating pa lang namin sa party when i saw this girl, she had a very adorable and innocent look. I was only ten pero pakiramdam ko ay bumilis ang tibok ng puso ko pagkakita ko pa lamang sa kan'ya. "Karina Villafuerte," tawag ng isang batang babaeng nagbeso sa kan'ya. She had a distinctive and unique appearance even at a young age with her genuine smile and a playfull expression, which i found endearing. She's wearing a white long gown with a big ribbon on the back of her gown. She's like a princess with that flower crown on her hair. Nagpatiim-bagang ako nang makitang ngumiti siya sa batang lalakeng lumapit sa kan'ya. Tss! mas gwapo ako d'yan! I was about to walk away nang makaisip ng paraan para mapansin niya ako. Mabilis akong naglakad papunta sa likod niya. Patay malisya kong inapakan ang nakalaylay niyang gown na ikinalingon niya bigla. Damn! Did i hear a ripping sound? Lagot na! ang balak ko lang ay apakan ang gown niya para mapansin niya ako. Pero hindi ko gustong mapunit iyon. "Oh my God! What did you do?" halos mamutla ako sa tanong niya. Oh, great! You really did a great job! You've got her attention: now what? Akala ko ay hahampasin ako nito ngunit bigla na lang itong naupo sa harap ko at tahimik na umiyak.

"What do you want? I thought I warned you to stay away from me the last time we talked on the phone?” I said, with my hands across my chest. “Alexandria! What did I do wrong? Please tell me, if it's something I can fix, I will gladly do it! Why all this coldness towards me?” He said, moving closer towards me, and I did not move. Looking at his cute face, I sigh softly. “Fred, you did not do anything wrong, okay! We just had fun, and nothing more!” “Fun? Was that all it was to you?” He asked, his eyes turning red at my words. “Yeah! What else? I asked you out myself, didn't I?” “Yeah, but I thought we were dating? Alex, please don't do this to me! After what I have been through, I thought, I have finally found someone who is genuine, and sincere to fall in love with!” He said, with so much passion that I felt it a little bit. But then, I wasn't the type to love someone. "Can't you see? I have fallen in love with you! I'm head over heels for you, Alex!” He spoke softly, holding my hands again, and looking into my eyes. I could see the truth in his eyes, I could tell that he really does love me. But then, it's a pity that I can't feel anything for him.

.Nolan Johnson has loved teasing Lyn Wills for as far as he can remember..He does it just to be seen as fierce by all his friends. He doesn't have a genuine reason which makes him do this do . He rather does it for fun . He loves getting cheap popularity . Almost all the girls fall for him due to his character and good looks that can't be denied by any one who looks at him. Towards the end of the final year in high school, Nolan suddenly feels a change in him. He no longer feels the want to torture Lyn. He tries to put every thing together finding out something strange ...he has developed deep feelings for the girl he has tormented for long. He is conflicted on either to keep his nasty image or pursue the girl that he now loves .Lyn is perplexed by the sudden change in the boy who has only been her nightmare. She can't stop worrying about the fact that he might be planning something bigger for her that might ruin her completely. As he tries to get nearer to her , Lyn does all he can to get away from him just to be safe.

"Silvia Ironwolf, for your crime of murder, you will be forever banished from the Packs," Omega Rovit intoned. Another humiliation. To have my fate read out to me by the lowliest member of the Ironwolf Pack while all the others turned their backs. Rovit was loving it. He had worshipped Jedan. He leaned forward, his face close to mine, his spit landing on my face, "And if you ever return to the Wildlands," he finished, "You will be torn limb from limb, your remains fed to the vultures." If my hands had not been bound by the leather mitts, shackled together with silver, I would have ripped his sneering face from his skull and fed that to the vultures. My nails scraped against the soft leather interior of the mitts. My iron nails. The pack guardsmen blunted many tools before giving up on removing the iron from my fingertips. The iron was part of me now. They said that Jedan was barely recognizable when they found him. They said that the iron was a curse that had been bred out of the pack centuries ago. They said that it was my curse that killed Jedan, future Alpha of Firewolf. It was Jedan's inability to understand 'No' that killed him. Now I will be punished. Banished forever from my pack, from the Wildlands. From my love, Vuko. The brother of the man I have slain. * Four years later and the Wildlands packs face a grave threat to their existence. Vuko, the reluctant Alpha of Firewolf, believes they need Silvia if they have any chance of survival. *He* needs Silvia. Will Vuko find Silvia? Will Silvia forgive the packs for the injustice done to her? Is she truly cursed? Are Vuko and Silvia destined for each other?

Jane took a glance at his height and just like her he had a pair of beautiful straight long legs, just his was rather manly and firm in those nicely polished dark leather shoes. He was wearing sunglasses, she walked closer to him and just as she suspected, he was the CEO of Brights Entertainment Damon Miles. She had met him once but wasn’t sure if he still remembered her. “Was he also getting married today?” she asked particularly no one. Her thoughts are distracted by the arrival of his secretary. “President, Ms Grey has not arrived” the assistant behind him reported. Damon Miles shook his head in disappointment, “If she can’t make it on time for the marriage, I doubt she will make it in time as my wife” his voice was cold and firm. “No need to come” his assistant panicked as they were working on a condition. He had to get a married bride or no bride. “President, the old man said, you must marry today, even if it has to be nobody” This statement alone made Damon weak. He hearted the fact his life had been dictated at the moment by the old man. Not to mention he hates being powerless. “Pick a random girl from a reputed family, anyone is okay,” Damon Miles ordered. This gave Jane an idea. So he was faced with the same situation as her, Jane smiled. She knew it wasn’t going to be easy, and it was a rather bold step from her end. This was not just any regular man but the king of bright. He could get whosoever he wanted, but she felt the need to walk up to him. “I will be your bride”

This story started in an unexpected time, place, situation and expectations. Two people who has different paths, cross once. Victoria also known as Commando Delta work as an infiltrator and a skilled assassin. She became a member of a Dark WEB explorer where the organization infiltrates the accounts of criminals who are doing neither legal nor illegal things. Azithere, A CEO of some group of companies and the Emperor of the Mafia Empire itself who has never received any freedom of mind and peace will eventually find his liberty in a place called home. He fell inlove with a girl he met by chance and decided to protect her. He figured out as well that the woman he's setting his eyes with is no ordinary woman but a rare and a dangerous one. One of his men leaked her secret profiles about her coordination with the dark web, misunderstanding and conflicts rise between them as numerous information and rumors started to stir up. When Victoria found out who Azithere really is. Is she able to maintain her genuine feelings towards Azithere? What will happen if they were bound to kill each other?

"You can't keep dancing with the Devil and wonder why you're still in hell. It was my fault to trust you again." I created this hell for myself. "In the end, it's her over me." Tears of betrayal slide down my cheeks, and Denzel looks at me desperately. However, I don't care. I feel so much at once that I feel nothing at all. I should've killed him when I had the chance. ****** Naomi West fled her wedding to the ruthless and domineering billionaire of the state. Five years later, she has to come back home for work. But on top of being constantly at threats and stalked by a creepy fan, things take a different turn when she encounters Denzel Flynn, her ex. And Naomi must do all she can to keep Denzel away from her son. However, Denzel has other plans for Naomi. He will do anything to get her and his son back in his life, even if it means getting rid of her lover, Marcus. And as they come together to solve their grudges, their enemies hide in the shadows, waiting to strike. And their friends abandon them. Naomi and Denzel can only rely on each other. But how can Naomi trust Denzel when she's just a substitute for his ex? When he possesses no genuine feelings for her? Will the history from five years ago repeat itself and force her to lose everything again?

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.