Caillou Hair

“You don’t mean anything to me,” he spoke dangerously, the tips of his fingers curling in my hairs as he jerked my neck back. “A mere toy that I’ll use whenever I want,” a breathless whimper escaping my lips. “Leave me-“ “Or what?” His lips stretched into a wide grin. “Tear me with your tiny claws?” He backed me into the wall behind me and leaned in closer, his grey eyes pierced my soul. “Remember, Amara, you exist solely for my pleasure.” He pulled my hair harder and my flesh burned the moment he nuzzled his face into my shoulder. I bet he could hear my heart beat accelerating with passing breath. His other arm circling to wrap around my waist, my heart pounded when his strong sandalwood essence in-filtered my senses. “Rhys-” “Shh…and for your punishment, I want you to bend over the wall and lift you skirt.” ****

“He’s unholy, he’s dirty, and you must be kept pure.” He said forcing our eyes to meet. The tip of his thumb brushed my lips. He let my hair go, stumbling back as tho he was tipsy. “Take off your clothes” I did as instructed, no questioning. When the miracle boy of Edevane is found in the arms of the Mayor's bastard son, the whole town erupts in a scandal. Simon, the adopted son of Father cadwell, was born to kneel and smile through pain. Behind the cathedral doors, Simon endures bruises because he's told, saints are meant to bleed. Arson Grey, the mayor's bastard son, reckless and irresponsible finds Simon attractive and sees through his facade. He wants the boy under the mask. Simon’s past comes back to hunt him, but things are different this time. When Simon falls, when he loses his faith, and scatters the boat of salvation. Would Arson be there to catch him? What happens when saints falls?.

You can always choose whom you should keep with but you can never beg someone to stay if that person wants to let go. There is a great distinction between keeping and letting go of someone. Yna Grace Portillo is inlove with Brent Trence Jimenez. The moment he stepped inside the gym with his disheveled hair, broad shoulders and alluring smile she knew at that moment that she was captivated by his charms. But things were never on her side, Brent has never noticed her. It was her cue to make a move. She courted him. She didn't mind the standards. Well equality prevails. That's what she thought. Despite of everything she did for him. Her love was never reciprocated. She felt useless. Her pride as a woman has been downgraded too. She's done chasing him. What if fate had been kind to her and intervened? Would she grab that chance or slip it away? Is he sincere or is it just part of his game? Will she keep him again?

My husband, Joaquin Landon, is a renowned wax sculptor. He hangs up on me when I call him to save my life so he can focus on the wax sculpture his cousin wants. Amphetamine is injected into my system, so my mind is clear as I watch my nails get removed one by one. Every inch of my skin is covered in burning hot wax. My hair and lashes are plucked off, and my organs are ground. Steel pipes are inserted into my legs, and I'm turned into a wax sculpture. Joaquin sees me during an exhibition. His colleague tells him that the wax sculpture he sees looks eerily like me, but he merely looks disgusted. "All she does is cause trouble and act unreasonably. She's better off dead." What he doesn't know is that I already am. Joaquin doesn't recognize that I'm the wax sculpture before him.

Séptima Belleza Velasquez started her journey after entering thr Roxwell Academy. It is a place where vampires and other supernatural creatures are trained to be in a full form and to be a warrior of their Nation - Seville against the Nation of the North. When the people knew she has a blonde hair, she was criticised, feared and hated by the people of the Academy. All the things got worst when the Travenjour selected her to be one of the Dauntless. The most dangerous and dark sect of the academy. But it was nothing to her to be one of the Dauntless, until she got to knew their stories. They accepted her as one of them. But then, troubles never die. The warriors of the North attacked the Academy. They're finding her because of the said prophecy that the elders only knew about it. Then she discovered her real identity, her purpose and her mission. She's the only weapon of the North to wipe out the entire Nation of Seville. A very dangerous prophecy that will turn them all into ashes and will cover them with bloods is on her hands. And the only way to stop the prophecy, is to kill her.

My husband tells me he's a wanted fugitive. He doesn't want to drag me down with him, so he turns himself in and tells me to marry another. My heart aches for him. I scrimp and save to raise our son while waiting for him to be released from prison. It's only when my hair has gone gray that I learn the truth—I see him holding his true love's hand as they go shopping. They buy luxury products like they cost nothing. Only then do I understand that he pretended to be thrown behind bars to be rid of me and our son. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day my husband pretended to be a fugitive. I immediately call the police and give them the evidence of his crimes. He likes acting like a fugitive, doesn't he? He can spend the rest of his life behind bars, then.

Brain with beauty that's Roxanne Sanchez. She was broken hearted to her ex-boyfriend, Rex, when she found another woman besides her and caught it on bed, having sex with his woman in his apartment. She promised to herself not to fall in love again. The pain is too much! She change her hair style maging ang kanyang pananamit. She looks like a tomboy na ikinagulat ng kanyang room mate at bestfriend na si Joy. She resigned also from her secretarial job para hindi na makita muli ang mukha ng ex and find a new job. What if her new boss, Richard Cruzvov will start to court her? A stick to one and romantic man. Magagawa pa ba niyang panghawakan ang pangako sa sarili na hindi na magmamahal muli? Malalabanan kaya ng isip niya ang sinasabi ng puso niya? Bibigyan kaya niya ng pagkakataon muli ang puso niya to love again?

Meet Dianne Nefertiti Nigel Maximillian, daughter to King Maximillian ii and the apple of his eyes. A princess who had everything she ever wanted at the tip of her hand, A curvaceous red hair with an attitude. She catches the eye of a mysterious figure who would do anything to have her and make her his forever. A tragic event separates her from the life she knew, making her fall prey to the very man she hated, the man who took everything away from her and yet also drives her crazy with his words. "you belong to me". She is not ready to give in to him. He would stop at nothing to have her. She refuses to listen to her heart. He refuses to let her go. There is an intense battle of wits and wills as none is ready to give in to the other. Find out what will happen in this story. STEP INTO THE WORLD OF INTENSITY, THE WORLD OF DANGEROUS LOVE. I still remain your humble writer, AUTHORESS VICKY.

All my memories are the same for as long as I can remember. Pain, abuse, and being torn down by those who were supposed to care for me the most. All them intermingle and stab at my heart and self-esteem, attempting to turn my very soul to ice. However, amongst all the pain and suffering, there is a moment in time when I truly felt like maybe I wasn't such a wretched existence. And in those memories, it is always the same person that is by my side. The boy with the dark hair that is just a bit too long and stormy gray eyes that take me in as if I'm the most precious existence he has ever laid eyes on. Maybe if this boy hadn't reached out a hand that day I wouldn't have survived, but now I can't even consider looking him in the eye if we ever meet again as I fear seeing that smile and that look of complete and utter devotion being given to someone like me who no longer deserves it.

I had been trying to get pregnant for six months. Ernest Marino, the Don of the Marinos, would personally make me a herbal brew every day to ensure that my body was properly nurtured. He watched me tenderly as I drank the brew and whispered into my ear, "You're a good girl, Mia. You need to drink this, no matter how bad it tastes, for the sake of our baby." When my full black hair started to fall, and my gums began to bleed for no good reason, I found out that it was not medicine I was drinking. It was an immunosuppressant. Ernest had spent six months showering me with adoration, turning me into the perfect organ donor. The herbal brew I had been consuming would make it so that the recipient, his precious stepsister with uremia, would not experience rejection symptoms. He thought that I was a woman who could be treated anyway he wanted. However, he had no idea that I was a Corleone. I was from Severia's oldest, most ruthless mafia family, the Corleones.