Belly Dancer Oc

Dans un monde où la plus part des croyances ne sont tournés que vers les progrès scientifiques et techniques, il est difficile de croire en l'existence d'un autre monde. - Tout ça, ce sont des foutaises. Moi, je ne crois qu'en ce que je vois. Mon smartphone par exemple... Un monde parallèle à celui que nous connaissons, mais qui existe bel et bien. Fils unique à mes parents, à mes 17 ans j'ai dû voir toute ma vie se bouleverser avec la rencontre d'une mystérieuse créature dont pour moi l'existence ne relevait que du conte de fée. - Mais, quelle sorte de créature es-tu ? Qu'est ce que tu me veux ? Mes origines, ainsi que des réalités dont j'ignorais l'existence m'ont été dévoilés. - Je l'ai su dès l'instant où j'ai posé mon regard sur toi. - Non, mais de quoi tu parles ? Il faut que je fasse un choix, mais tellement de choses sont en jeu, elle dit que c'est mon destin, mais comment savoir que c'est la vérité. - Je t'en prie. Entend l'APPEL DE L'OCÉAN. Je m'appelle Dilane et ceci, est mon histoire.

The Black Jackson (a dance god) gets shot by unknown gun men, An ex-convict mother covers up the crime of her only daughter, A young Brooklyn dancer faces the fears of her life as she gets locked up in the nightmares of a mysterious man in the mirror. The story revolves around a young Fatherless Arlington girl[Melina Sparks] who gets involve in the murder of a very important man and had to flee the United States for London while her mum Taylor Sparks, an ex-convict who gave birth to her daughter while in jail not wanting her to experience the same kind of life she went through covers up the crime for her only to get sentenced this time to a life in prison in place of her daughter. While in Merton, Melina not only falls in love with the man of her dreams but also comes across her biological Father for the first time, who opens up his wide arms and takes her in under his roof, but unlike her mum, He wanted her to return to her first love and passion, dancing.

After being rejected by her fated mate and betrayed by her best friend, Nyra Storm runs away from The Crescent Moon pack, vowing never to return. She was left heartbroken with a secret in her belly that could change her life forever. Soon, she builds a new life far from the world of wolves. Years later, fate pulls her back to the very pack she swore to never return to—this time with a son who carries a powerful legacy and a heart that has learned to survive betrayal. Draven Black, the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, regrets the day he let Nyra slip through his fingers. When an ancient threat resurfaces, endangering his pack and the future he fought to protect, he’s forced to face the one woman who holds the key to their salvation. Nyra. But Nyra is no longer the meek, heartbroken wolf he rejected—she’s stronger, wiser, and has learned to love herself without him. Will Draven win her back before time runs out, or will the dangers and threats tear them apart forever?

I suddenly got a call from the police, telling me I was involved in an abandoned baby case. My best buddy was holding me up as we rushed to the scene when Shirley Dunn, the girl who had asked me for directions last week, suddenly pointed straight at me. "That's her. I saw her this morning, holding her stomach, going into the restroom! Now the baby's been born, and her belly's flat!" I was completely stunned. Before I could react, she shoved the newborn straight into my arms. "This is your own flesh and blood! How could you abandon him?" The officer's expression was equally severe. "Miss, I understand that becoming a mother at 20 can be scary, but abandoning a baby is a crime. If you didn't want to raise a child, you shouldn't have had one." More and more college students gathered around, their stares stabbing into me like needles. Cold sweat soaked my back. My best friend suddenly burst out laughing. "Congrats, man! You're a dad now!"

After an unexpected miscarriage, I left my ward in search of Victor. I saw him inside the doctor’s office. Just as I was about to knock on the door, I overheard their conversation. “Give my wife a hysterectomy. I don’t need her to bear me any children.” Victor Gayes pulled the woman beside him to face the doctor, his hand rubbing her belly. “The baby inside her belly will be my only child. You must protect it no matter what.” I knew the woman very well. She was Victor’s secretary of three years, Rachel Aniston. Victor reminded the doctor again and again, sternly and anxiously. “You have to give her the best medicine. I won’t allow anything to go wrong with this baby!” I pulled my hand back, all my blood running cold. To think Victor would do something so heartless to me, just after I lost our baby. To think my faith in him would become a dagger, stabbed straight into my heart. If love had another face, it would probably be letting these feelings go with a smile.

“Your name doesn’t belong on that will." I don’t flinch. “And yet, there it is. In ink. Above yours.” Julian Lachlan circles me like a predator. Calm. Cold. Calculating. “You show up from New Orleans, no blood ties, no explanation, just a pole dancer with a dead mother and a forged past.You’re a stripper. What makes you think you belong here?” I cross my arms. “What makes you think I care what you think?” Hailey Vale was never meant to step foot inside Lachlan House, let alone inherit it No one understands why, not even her. Now, surrounded by powerful enemies in tailored suits and blood ties, Hailey must navigate deadly secrets, twisted loyalties, and the cold fury of Julian Lachlan,the ruthless heir apparent whose throne she just stole. Everyone wants answers. Someone wants her gone. And the truth about why she was named in the will might just destroy them all. In a house full of secrets, the most dangerous one… is her.

In the two years after Bradley Vaughn's so-called "memory loss," we divorced seven times—all to keep his childhood crush Vivian Monroe happy. Number eight? Because Vivian got pregnant. "You can't have kids anyway. Once Vivian has the baby, we'll get back together. You can raise the kid." That was his usual ice-cold line as he slid the papers across the table. That night, he kicked me out—said Vivian got nauseous just seeing me. I moved into another house. Alone. In the rain. Even after I landed in the ER from a near assault, he didn't bother asking if I was okay. Then one day, I spotted him at a clinic with Vivian. He rubbed her belly and laughed, "So what if she finds out I faked the amnesia? She can't live without me. Toss her a bone, she'll come crawling." I looked away, steady. Then my phone buzzed. [How did your checkup go?]

Después de renacer, tomé la firme decisión de dejar de obsesionarme con mi amigo de la infancia, Federico Torres. En su fiesta de cumpleaños colgó un cartel que decía: «Prohibido perros y Clementina». Sin titubear, me largué a Hawái y puse océanos de por medio. Cuando comentó que el simple olor de mi perfume le revolvía el estómago, obedecí y me mudé sin chistar. Al graduarnos anunció que no pensaba respirar el mismo aire que yo en ninguna ciudad; hice mis maletas —rápido— y desaparecí para siempre. Por último, aseguró que mi mera existencia podía malinterpretarse ante su amor imposible. Asentí y, muy pronto, presenté en redes a otro chico como mi novio. Una y otra vez elegí lo contrario a lo que hice en mi vida pasada. Porque, en aquella otra vida, cuando por fin me casé con él, su amor ideal se arrojó desde un acantilado. Él me llamó asesina, me torturó, me quebró… y acabé devorada por los peces. Esta vez, lo único que quiero es vivir de verdad. Así que tomé de la mano a mi nuevo novio. Pero Federico se plantó en medio de la calle, con los ojos encendidos de rabia. —Clementina, ven conmigo ahora y olvidaré esta broma.

After spending a night together, Nova never expected to see Damian again. That is, until three months later when their paths crossed once more. “You’re so wet, Nova,” he murmured against my neck, his warm breath fanning over my skin as his lips grazed me. Damian’s nose traced along my jaw before he pressed a slow, possessive kiss under my ear. His hand slid between my thighs, fingers brushing over my slick folds before teasing my clit in slow, deliberate circles. My breath hitched, and his low groan vibrated against my throat. He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them deep as his thumb kept stroking. Heat coiled in my belly, my hips grinding into his touch. I glanced down and caught the sight of his tattooed hand buried in my lacy underwear, moving with skill and hunger. I smirked through a gasp — I loved seeing him there, claiming me like that.

In my previous life, I was eight months pregnant when my mother-in-law and husband forcibly dragged me to grab decorative gift boxes from the Christmas tree. I told them there was nothing inside, but my mother-in-law slapped me across the face while my husband pulled me into the crowd. A stampede broke out. They clutched their gift boxes and fled to save themselves, while my child and I were trampled to death. They eagerly tore open all the gift boxes with high hopes, only to find exactly nothing, just like I'd warned them. But as I lay dying, I noticed something in the final gift box. A Black Widow spider with an hourglass pattern on its belly crawled onto my mother-in-law's hand. This spider carries deadly venom. Anyone bitten either dies or suffers permanent disability. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on Christmas Day. This time, watching my mother-in-law and husband gear up to fight over those Christmas gift boxes, I won't try to stop them!