Arti Smell

"I always walk with guns in my hands. I only breathe the smell of blood. I live only with vengeance. That's the life of the Mafia king…” Madison Brown remained strong for her mother when her father died in an accident. Siya ang naging sandalan ng kanyang ina sa pagdadalamhati nito until a man, Solomon, met her mother. Isang lalaki na muling nagpabalik sa mga ngiti ng kanyang ina. Madison thought that everything is perfect for her mother, Solomon was perfect for her mother not until she met his son, Rocco Howard. She thought everything will be fine. Tiniis niya ang masamang ugali ng kanyang stepbrother. Tiniis niya ang lahat para sa kanyang ina but then something is strange with her stepfather, something is strange with the Howard’s mansion and there is something strange with Rocco. And she wants to find out that strange thing. She knows something is wrong. She knows something is hidden. She knows Rocco has a secret and she wants to know something beyond his secret. Yet secrets when discovered are meant to be painful.

“Tell me Margaux, How will I know if I can trust you again? Do I even have to invite your man here and make him spill the tea?” I am very furious. I can’t even describe how many times do I want to punch him in the face. How eager my hands are when it comes to hearing your name. “I have told you a lot of times that I don’t want you mentioning his name” Seems like the silence break every single spot in the room. How am I going to tell everyone about that. I am not yet ready to let everyone know that I haven’t seen you for weeks now. I am doing the best. The very best. Everyone knows that. “What’s the matter? I smell something different in your aura.” “Since when did you become a psychic huh?” I sighed. I will sell everything that I had just to see you again. To let you hear me apologize one more time.

They take girls and women in the depth of the night, when the moon is as high and powerful in the sky. They sit back only ready to hunt at their time crawling through the streets of our tiny town, the people all quiver in fear doing all sorts of spiritual and religion tailsman like marking their doors with the cross symbols to stay safe from the beasts... But that dosen't scare away the beast but no one wants to be the next girl or woman people pity over being mauled by the beast. No one wants to be the next girl who was found dead in the woods last week with her body parts missing. Garbage trash and sewage and many others is the next best remedy to use to hide their smell since they noticed the beast rely on their sense of smell. No one wants to be the mother, or father or sister that wakes up in an empty bed to the loved ones... The humans just want to be safe from the beasts, if only their ancestors hadn't signed some kind of treaty that made them reign over the humans now.. They once underestimated the beast but now no one wants to take the risk, everyone is advised to stay in their house under their covers to protect themselves from the beast...

He smelled like danger. He looked like power. He made Ari's instincts scream one thing—run. But it was already too late. Ari just wanted a normal college life. For a timid bunny hybrid who startles at loud sounds and avoids eye contact like it’s a sport, "normal" means flying under the radar, keeping his ears tucked under hoodies, and staying far away from alphas who smell like trouble. But trouble finds him anyway—in the form of Thorn, a tiger-panther hybrid with a stare sharp enough to slice, and an aura so intense it shuts Ari's brain off completely. Thorn doesn’t ask. He doesn’t beg. He claims. And from the moment he catches Ari’s scent, he decides one thing: Mine. Now Ari’s peaceful life is spiraling into something else. Something darker. Something hungrier. Thorn is everywhere—on campus, in his dreams, always one step away from baring his fangs. But there’s something worse than being hunted by a predator. Wanting one.

I wouldn't survive this fall. My life flashed before my eyes and desperation pooled my soul. Moon goddess, please. One desperate wish. One frantic prayer. 'Please. I don't want to die.’ Then I landed. I landed. And my eyes fluttered open as a gasp ripped out of my throat. I landed… on a bed? What the hell? The piercing beeps and whirs of equipment assaulted my ears, followed by the strong smell of antiseptic. Where was I?! This wasn't Valtaria. *** A shove down the stairs was the birth of a new life, an old soul, and a new body. Maya’s rebirth is her weapon, if a mere Omega can cheat death, then surely she can do a lot more. Like bringing her foes to their knees and making Valtaria plead her mercy. She can shame the man who once deemed her worthless but now finds her irresistibly desirable Slowly, Maya starts to realize her new life isn't all it pans out to be and her demons no longer lurk in the shadows. They manifest right before her eyes in ways she never thought possible.

"If you're in the middle of the storm, just believe me, you can find Sunshine In The Rain. " ______ One of the best creatures from many beautiful people in America. Beautiful, talented, famous with glory and fancy things surrounding her. What a perfect life! Semua orang cemburu dengan semua yang dimilikinya. Arthemis Jasinda Adelaide adalah definisi sempurna yang lengkap. Semua orang menginginkan menjadi dirinya. Namun, apa yang dilihat sempurna dari permukaan tidaklah sesempurna kenyataan yang dirasakan seorang aktris papan atas seperti dirinya. Kepercayaan Arthemis seketika kandas saat harapannya pada cinta sejati terpatahkan oleh perselingkuhan. Dari pengalaman cinta pertamanya yang gagal, Arthemis mulai meragu untuk memberikan kepercayaannya pada seorang pria dan mempertanyakan apa arti cinta itu sendiri. Di tengah kekacauan hidupnya, Arthemis tidak dapat berharap apa pun, bahkan kepada Jeremy—sahabatnya—Yang menyimpan perasaan untuknya. Namun, seorang pria datang di tengah-tengahnya. Meyakinkan dirinya dan membangun kembali harapannya. Arthemis bertanya-tanya, haruskah ia kembali mempercayai harapan yang telah menghancurkannya? Or… She left it behind and never look back again?

Anita tidak mau kalau harta ayahnya jatuh ke saudara tirinya dan ibu tirinya. Syarat untuk bisa memegang saham perusahaan adalah dengan cara menikah. Akhirnya Anita memilih pria random yang dia temui di rumah sakit, laki-laki itu butuh uang karena wajahnya rusak dan terlihat cacat. "Aku akan membiayai biaya rumah sakit, tetapi kamu harus jadi suamiku." Anita menikah dengan orang tersebut, tidak peduli wajahnya yang diperban seperti mumi. Bagi Anita menikah bukan hal penting, asal dia bisa mendapatkan kembali semua harta keluarganya. *** Seorang pria misterius tersenyum puas dengan permintaan gila dari Anita yang mengajak dirinya untuk menikah. Demi menyembunyikan identitasnya, dia menerima tawaran gila dari Anita. "Okeh, kita menikah sayang." Pria misterius itu tersenyum dengan penuh arti, andai dia Anita tahu identitasnya, pasti wanita itu menyesal menikah dengannya. Siapa sebenarnya suami yang dinikahi oleh Anita? Bagaimana nasib Anita setelah tahu siapa suami rahasianya itu? Apakah dia benar-benar akan menyesal?

When my husband, Robert Bowen, takes his assistant, Bianca Strickland, to a prenatal checkup, I'm being kissed by his 18-year-old version in a corner. "You're already 30 years old, yet why do you smell so nice and taste so kissable? I love you so much, honey! "By the way, where did my 30-year-old self go? Why didn't he come pick you up after work?" I push the 18-year-old Robert away helplessly, only to meet the icy gaze of his 30-year-old self from afar. "You already have a young side piece, and yet you still can't bear to get a divorce from me? Don't make me look down on you, Kaitlyn Hudson." As I watch Robert leaving the hospital with his arm around Bianca, his 18-year-old self begins throwing a temper tantrum in my arms. "That idiot! How dare he speak to my wife in such an arrogant manner! I might as well commit suicide right now so that he'll disappear from this world permanently!"

Because of a last-minute business trip, my husband missed the Thanksgiving family dinner. I spent the entire day helping out at my in-laws' place in the countryside with our five-year-old son, only to receive a complaint from the downstairs neighbor just before dinner. "Ari, could you please close your kitchen window when you're cooking? I can smell the hot sauce from all the way here. My husband has a lung condition—he can't handle it." My neighbor's words shocked me, and I immediately called my husband, who was allergic to chili peppers. "Honey, did someone break into the house? The neighbor said there was smoke coming from the kitchen." His breathing hitched for a second before he let out a casual laugh. "No break-in. My flight got canceled, so I was home alone cooking. When are you two coming back? I really miss you." I smiled and told him we'd stay a couple more days, but in the middle of the night, I packed up our son and drove straight home.

"I can still feel you, bonetta. Taste you. Smell you. I've been hard since you left,  all through a training session and a meeting with my Royal Elite Warriors. You've gained the upper hand here, state your demands and don’t be so timid. I am at your beck and call. Use me however you desire." --- The moment I encountered Zion. I sensed a profound shift in the course of my existence. His mere presence ignited a storm of desire within me. He is my fated mate, and the bond we share is passionately intense no matter how hard I try to avoid it. Amidst the swirling chaos that engulfs our world, a realization dawns upon me - I am no ordinary human. With each passing moment, as the relentless tide of destruction continues to crash at our feet, this truth becomes ever more apparent. I soon learn that the entire universe is questioning my very existence and the nature of my sorceress energy I now posess. They tremble in my presence, and their trepidation is well-founded. Including Zion, his formidable elite of warriors and Light Oracles.