Bible Sayings Tattoos

Hunter Webster is the Alpha's son; the next Alpha in line once he turns 18 but to humans, he's just the mayor's son, a bad boy and an embodiment of trouble. Hunter has a secret; his bad-boy attitude was just a cover-up for the grave sin he's committing until a girl from his past came into the picture, ready to win over his heart and unravel his darkest secrets.Babara Arnold attracts trouble everywhere she gets to, even if it is at school or home. She meets Hunter Webster after several years and in the process of trying to avoid the bad boy, she keeps on getting thrown into his hands. "What are you doing here?" I asked. I could hear murmuring around us."Eating, just like you three" he replied"You can't sit here," I warned."Why?" "You're trouble," I replied."Is that surprising? You see me in leather jackets, bikes and I have tattoos as well. Isn't that enough to let you know that boys like that are usually trouble? You don't have to state the obvious, Babe" He answered. "You need to leave" "If you want your cousin to be safe, you'll sit like the good girl that you are and have breakfast" He warned.I turned to look at Pinky and I could see the discomfort on her face. The guys with her waved at me to my disgust."Sit Babara. Don't make me hurt somebody else today? Yesterday was enough for me," He growled in an inhuman manner.

They laughed warmly. Abruptly, the door swung open. A troop of five men around their twenties came in view. They were in black formal suits. Only one attracted her sight. She sucked in her breath, her heart raced, her body trembled. She grasped the bed sheet in her hands. She felt tightness in my chest, her belly ache and dizziness. Last night's memory was standing in front of her in the beautiful shape of him, reality. He took her virginity. She could feel her body on fire. His white shirt was hugging his muscular body, not bulky but regnant. Three buttons of his shirt were unfastened, showing his tattoos on chest and toned body. There was a light wary smile on his face, showing him some kind of Goddess. There were four people behind him, charging their guns at them. She was terrified of him. Was he here for her? What would he do to her? Why didn't he forget last night and let her also forget this mistake. . Liam Rodrigues is a ruthless cold hearted Mafia & Billionaire. He is the illegitimate first child of his father. Although, her stepmom has accepted him and dotted him like her own born. But he strongly doubts it. He never let anyone be near to him. Except his half brothers, who are more real and loyal to him.Roselyn is an orphan, was adopted by a rich family. She was adopted as a toy for the spoiled brat, Isha Pinto. She wanted to chase her dreams and wanted to build school and colleges for orphan children.

Zuleika… Lanvini Alpha-born, dangerously unhinged, and hotter than sin. With eyes that flash gold when his wolf rises and tattoos that feel more like symbols than ink, he’s the kind of male my parents warned me about. The kind bred to conquer. Heir to the Darkfire Pack. Sworn enemy to mine. And the most powerful wolf on campus. I’m Mistborn—descended from the sacred bloodline of Silvermist. My wolf was supposed to awaken under the moon’s blessing, not from a stolen touch in the dark. But the moment Lanvin brushed against me, something ancient stirred in my bones. My wolf chose him. He’s my natural-born enemy. So why does every part of me want to kneel? Lanvin… She doesn’t know what she is. Doesn’t know the power coiled beneath her skin—or the chaos it could bring. Zuleika is Mistborn. The inner-blood of the Silvermist Pack. Sacred. Protected. Forbidden. She’s also my best friend’s sister. And my fated mate. I felt it the second our wolves brushed souls. A connection no Alpha could sever. Not even my father. But a bond between Silvermist and Darkfire? It’s treason. The kind that starts wars. Still, I’d risk exile. I’d burn my title, my pack, the very laws that raised me—because my wolf won’t let her go. And if fate dares stand between us, I’ll tear the moon from the sky to make her mine.

This book is authored by amy worcester. “I started boxing lessons with the boys when I was twelve, I had some issues to work through. I’ve been in the fight for the last eleven years.” Twenty-three, he thought. That was too young for his thirty-nine years. But he sure as hell planned to enjoy the view. She currently hid her body under baggy clothes, but he was willing to bet that she was all muscles underneath. He had dated the soft curvy women before, he liked the ones that he was certain that he would not break. “How old were you when you moved in with Brute?” “Seven. Right after my parents were killed.” She said softly and he froze just before the stairs. Sixteen years ago. Right around the time he reenlisted with the Army. When the club went straight. When the Ridgeview president, Sinner, his wife and sons had been shot to death. And his daughter barely survived. The only survivor from that day. “I'm sorry.” He murmured and she shrugged. “I’m trying to remember you.” He was so much like the men that she grew up around. The kind of man that she swore she would avoid. The same type that her father had been,there were even tattoos on the backs of his hands. Jasmine was born and raised in the Devil’s Saints Motorcycle Club. A rival club caused the deaths of her family. After an incident at the mother house, she stepped away to focus on her MMA career under the name Taz.

“You.” I snapped my head up. A naked man marched into the kitchen. Heat rushed to my face. The man draped in tattoos and bronze skin glared at me. “What are you doing here?” I squeaked. “I should be the one asking you that.” He closed the gap between us, and his body slammed against mine, pinning me against the door. His hand wrapped around my neck. I dug my nails into his flesh but he didn’t flinch. “You’re with the Red Claw pack aren’t you?” He sneered and tightened his hold. “Screw…you,” I rasped. “Ezra,” Dad barked. “What?” “Put her down. She’s my daughter.” His hold loosened and I dropped to the floor. I held my neck and glared at him. “You have an eighteen-year-old daughter?” Alpha Ezra asked. Dad shrugged, “Twenty, but yes.” Summer is on the run from her former Alpha, and seeks refuge with her estranged Father. She hides a secret that could get her killed so the one person she must stay away from is the one she's drawn to the most. Alpha Ezra is sort of her Dad's best friend and logically off-limits but soon the lines between them blur and before they know it the desire is too hot to put out. Summer's past catches up with her and the only option is to cheat fate or repeat history. Ezra and Summer must work together or risk being ripped apart.

Dodging scandals after scandals is Corelle Tatiana Villafuerte's expertise. Hindi madaling panatilihing maganda at malinis ang reputasyon niya lalo pa't kilalang heneral ang kanyang ama. Gagawin niya ang lahat para sa kagustuhan nito kahit pa labag ito sa kanyang kalooban. Ngayo'y tila nakawala siya sa pagpapanggap nang malaman ang katotohanan. Who would have thought that her strict and disciplinarian father is part of a criminal organization? The tables have now turned. She wants to give him a piece of his own medicine, so she sets foot to reveal everything — but everything has a price. She's been kidnapped, held captive, and threatened. By who? The billionaire she can see in magazines, television, and billboards! Who turns out to be the mafia underboss! The man whose sparkling diamond stud, scar cuts, tattoos, and dark suits can blind her. Instead of killing her, he offered to make her his doll. Someone he can dress up to flaunt, display, and play with. After all, he needs a wife to earn the respect of the other mafia boss. Without knowing how messy it could be, she went straight ahead and enjoyed the privileges of being the billionaire's doll. Pero doon lang ba nakabatay ang halaga niya? Sa karangyaan na kayang ipalasap ng binata? Will she remain cherished? Or will the billionaire throw her away when he's finished with her? Is that all she'll ever be? His doll?

Done checking me out yet, babe?” The godlike man with tattoos covering his muscular forearms asks me with a teasing smirk on his face. "No fair, Miles is hogging her. The name's Beckett, Darling," He said with his deep baritone voice that had my core clenching. "My turn," came another deep gorgeous voice, sounding more sensual than the last. "Hey, Princess." He said, whisking me away from Beckett, "The name's Aphelion." Aphelion grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into his beautiful green eyes. "I can still make your insides burn with want for me." He said once he pulled back, grinning at me, a dimple appearing on his cheek, "By the way, I'm Samael." Katrina was left at an orphanage as an infant, on her 18th birthday she gets a vague letter from her birth mother, that doesn’t go into much detail on why her parents abandon her, just that there was a danger lurking, and Katrina had to disappear. On her 21st birthday Katrina’s best friends take her to the Popular club Hecate where her life turns upside down. One minute she’s having fun getting drunk, the next she’s blasting a pervert on his ass with some unknown power that just blasted out of her hands. Now Katrina is stuck attending school with a bunch of demigods and four very attractive very dangerous gods, who have all staked a claim on her. Katrina must learn how to control this new power of hers, avoid the demigoddess who she has somehow angered by her existence, figure out what the danger is her mother’s letter warned her about, all while juggling four very dominating gods.

“You don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to, Lilliana,” Dante reassured me, standing in his tuxedo, looking far too delicious to be saying that on my wedding day. “But everything is settled,” I said, trying not to smear too much of my makeup as I cried uncontrollably. “Why doesn’t he love me, Dante?” A sob tore through me. “Come with me,” he said, his voice low and dark—practically a command. “What?” I asked, looking up at the stoic, dangerous man in front of me. “Come with me,” he repeated, holding out his hand. “I’ll make sure everything goes away, fiorellino.” I looked down at his hand, at the tattoos swirling around his fingers. And even though a hand like Dante Gallo’s should have scared me, nothing had ever felt so safe. So I stepped forward, took his hand in mine, and looked up at him. “Take me away.” ** Two ruthless men. One stolen bride. A love too wild to be contained. Lillian thought she had finally secured the life she always dreamed of — until her perfect engagement crumbles in one night of shocking betrayal. Whisked away from the wreckage of her wedding by the dangerous and devastating Dante Gallo, she finds herself caught between two powerful forces: Dante, the mafia king who has loved her from afar, and Damien Volkov, the lethal enemy who refuses to let her slip through his fingers. Torn between loyalty, passion, and a fierce desire for freedom, Lillian faces a choice that could break all three of them. But what if she refuses to choose at all? In a world of power, obsession, and forbidden love, some hearts aren't meant to be divided — they're meant to be shared.

He took a step into the room and stopped as he heard her breath hitch in her chest, and she shrank back slightly in fear. “What is your name?” His raspy voice carried across the room. He pulled off his shirt, revealing the beautiful, intricate tattoos that designed his skin. He noticed her eyes shine with interest. He caressed the side of her face with the back of his hand. She stiffened on the bed as hand traced down her shoulders. When his hand cupped her breast and massaged her hard nipples, it was like she came to life. She swung with all her might, burying the pointy end of a comb into his abdomen. He cursed under his breath as she slipped away from his grasp and made a run for the door. He bound across the bed in one leap and pressed her face and chest against the wall. Growling under his breath, he gripped the neck of her cloth and tore it away. “You. Have. Not. Answered. My. Question -” His sentence was cut short by a knock on the door, and his brother walked in. ************ Claire Fischer had a perfect life. A perfect family. A loving fiance she was supposed to marry and rule over the pack. But it all changed as soon as her father died. She caught her fiance cheating and a family secret looms overhead. After being betrayed twice in a row, she decides that she can't take it anymore and she leaves the pack, placing her life in the hands of fate. Would fate treat her better than her pack? Or did she just get into an even worse situation because fate is not kind to anyone, especially a wolfless mutt with alpha blood, and a cursed Lycan king on the hunt.

" You wish it was you screaming my name, don't you? " He asked while locking me in place with his gaze. “ I don’t know what you're talking about.” I defended. I clutched the wall behind me as he moved closer with his hand on the door above my head. Our bodies were inches apart and it was getting harder to concentrate because of his bare chest that was muscular and covered with ink. " Tell me principessa, do you think of me when you trail your fingers down your stomach and between your thighs? Do you think of me as you work yourself trying to reach the brick of euphoria? Do you imagine it's my fingers as you work faster to ease the ache between your thighs? Do you scream my name as your walls clench around your digits and your eyes roll to the back of your head when you ? " " you! " I screamed, ignoring the loud thumping of my heart against my chest. " You see, I know girls like you. You've been sheltered all your life and you crave some rebellion. Tattoos, muscular, bad boy, and an Italian accent are your undoing, right? That's all it takes to have you drooling and fawning. I'm I right, principessa? " “ You know nothing about me! " I screamed and he chuckled. “ Oh, but I do. I can smell your arousal begging me to pin you to this wall and show just how much I can make your weep for me. " He whispered in my ear. She's fire and he's ice. Sicily holds many secrets but is Brianna ready for the ones Nikolai has to offer? A life of crime, gunfire, and passion is not what she signed up for. Can she handle the enigma that is Nikolai?