Bracing Myself Meaning

“I don’t want to marry Edge anymore.” This is what I said when I decided to free myself from a man that I had never even seen before in my life. The clock of my lifeline was nearing an end and I was not ready to waste it on an arrogant man like the Alpha King- Edgar Darkmoon. But the moment I said this, the universe changed its course. The more we tried to stay apart, the more our lives collided and burned. “Throw her out of here!” “She isn’t allowed to take one step inside my territory!” “Banish her!” The alpha’s roar shook the places I set foot in when he didn't know my identity. But the moment he became aware of who I was, his cold stares changed into absolute adoration so fast that I had to put up a wall between him and myself because I didn’t want to fall for him! Unbothered by it all, a bigger crisis is dawning upon us soon. Edge is the King of Alphas, but an ages-old, greedy and the most dangerous entity is hovering above our lives. How many pains must we endure before learning that the beginning of us was always just a game that was bound to end in our devastation?

"Monster," I smirked to myself as I read the morning paper. If they only knew the truth. I sipped my coffee as I skimmed through the story. They had all the details wrong and the police were idiots. I heard the bell chime on the door to the coffee shop and saw her walk in. Her hair was down just the way I liked it. She was perfect I thought to myself as I eyed her and planned my next move. I think when she finally saw me she made the connection. Her eyes got wide. "Ethan?" Ethan Graves is a well-known man in the community with a dark secret. His darkness is so great that even he can't control it sometimes. He plays his role well during the day but at night he takes on a whole new persona. The newspapers call him a monster and the police are baffled. Then the new detective on the case walks in. The one that he let go. The one he was obsessed with. It was finally time to make her his. The game of cat and mouse had never been something he would ever consider, he usually likes the woman to be weak and defenseless against his charm and good looks. However, for this kill, he would play the game and Josephine Wells would be his trophy.

Indebted to the Mafia Blurb “Well, are you going to do it or not?” I keep my chin held high, but inside, I’m trembling. “Do what?’ the mafia king asks me, a smug look on his face. “What you paid for.” I bite my bottom lip, wondering if I can handle him. I am a virgin, after all. He snickers at me, and then, his mouth is on mine, and he’s taking every penny’s worth. *** Eleni I’d do anything to keep my family safe. When I find out a mobster is trying to kill everyone I love because of a debt, I sacrifice myself and end up on an auction block. When I find myself owned by Dante Cattaneo, I don’t know if I’ve been saved or sent straight to hell. Dante She’s gorgeous and scares as hell, even though she’s trying not to show it. My number one rule is to never let my weakness show, but from the moment I see her face, I know I have to have her. And if anyone finds out how I feel about her, I’m screwed. Dive into this steamy, dark, mafia romance now!

Warning: Matured Content 18+ You do not want me to repeat myself, now strip.” She tried to stop me from touching her, but I only end up hitting her in the face because I can no longer control myself. I forcefully rip off her dress and begin to touch her everywhere and damn, she tastes so exquisite. She is so f**king tight, making me slam in forcefully so that she can feel my whole. Who keeps her virginity at this age? I wanted to please her as well, but I can't help but pleasure myself seeing how tight she is, making me slam so hard and harder every time. Once I was done, I order her to get out. She would learn to fear me that way After being sold of to a wealthy ruthless and heartless billionaire, Lila became the shadow of herself as she was constantly humiliated by her so called husband who finds nothing wrong in letting another man on top of his wife. Lila was never loved by her family nor husband. What would happen when her husband let another man taste his wife? What will happen when Lila realized her husbands friend whom she hated just had her?

After divorcing my emotionally unavailable husband, I tried to focus on myself, but I failed terribly. I had a one-night stand with a stranger who turned out to be a mafia boss and a millionaire. He proposed a contract marriage, and I accepted because I felt bad for his reason behind it. Big mistake. I ventured into a world that I never knew existed, and by the time I tried to get out, it was too late; I was already pregnant for the man I thought was human.

Blurb. Our passion burned hot and bright, at least that is what I thought until I realized I was his second option. The one he really wanted was my sister and since she couldn’t have children I was used as the sacrificial lamb to bear him an heir. So when it became painfully clear, I was just a surrogate, I made myself disappear. But now he is haunting me down after he realized I left with his child in my womb..

They say she has the face of an angel, the body of a temptress and the soul of the devil. Hence the nickname La Diabla. She Devil. ------------- Catalina They're not wrong. I killed my father and my husband and I won't hesitate to kill anyone who crosses me. Kahlo I should have killed her the moment I set my eyes on her. She's the devil incarnate. Yet I find myself hesitating. Always hesitating...

*Disclaimer* This story is based in an imaginary timeline created by myself, it includes issues as well as the lifestyle from the late 1800s and early 1900s. The book is also unedited. Hannah has always been an outcast among society, not just for how she dressed or behaved but also for what she desired secretly when Hannah falls for her friend's bride to be, in a town where such an act is punishable by death. Will she hide away her feelings? Or Will she love without regret?..

On my fiftieth birthday, my grandson pouted when he saw the present I had given him and complained, “Grandma Cecil at the Emerald Manor has a cooler present for me. It was a Transformer toy that flies.” I was confused by this remark. Emerald Manor was one of the wedding gifts offered when I got married. My husband was not fond of this place because it was too far away from the city, so I have rarely been here as well, and it has been vacant ever since. As we stood outside the manor, I could hear the cheery voices coming from inside the house. My husband and my adopted son were inside celebrating the birthday of the owner of the manor. The Grandma Cecil my grandson referred to was the childhood sweetheart of my husband, Cecil Houston, who was married off far away a long time ago. She remained as beautiful as she once was and was snuggled in my husband’s arms, surrounded by my children. I have dedicated myself to the Blightwells for two decades. This entire time, Cade has taken my commitment as nothing but a joke. When I was reincarnated, I found myself on the wedding day. I listened to the clamoring noises and lifted the veil to see the commotion. It was time to start over.

His hot breath fanned my ear and I nearly died the moment the straps of my dress fell away. Revealing a part of myself that left me vulnerable to his hungry gaze that moved over me. I pride myself on decency, to always be appropriate but the way he clenched his jaw and ran his large hands on my thighs made me go. . . to hell with decency. Reaching out, the need to touch him no longer bearable, I traced the outline of his torso through the fabric of his shirt. But even that wasn't enough as my hands moved underneath the fabric to trace the muscles there. He shifted slightly away triggering a fear in me that I had done something wrong. However, the fear diminished when he removed the fabric- granting my eyes the chance to feast on seeing more of his skin. He moved forward peppering light kisses all over my neck and torso only to latch onto my nipple tugging gently on the hard nub. I cried out at the movement of his teeth and tongue as his hands kept me close hindering any chance to reduce the contact to damn near impossible. Reducing the contact was the last thing I wanted, especially considering how far we had come. . .