Chop Wood Carry Water Tattoo

After years of suffering at the hand of her bullies, Brea Larson is determined to do whatever it takes to feel again even if it meant she had to kill to get it, and that's exactly what she set out to do when she falls in love with her former bully's fiancé, Ryder. Following through with her plans she persuaded them to spend the weekend in the woods. Her intentions; were to seduce and make Ryder her own while keeping the girlfriend occupied with someone else. Brea's scheme doesn't go as planned as they come across a group of Mafias who were about to carry out an execution. Brea is terrified, especially when she meets the gaze of their leader, Nicolai Fernandez. He is pure evil embodied. Unable to escape, they are given an ultimatum to run for their lives by an hour. If caught, the men had the right to do with them as they pleased. Will Brea manage to flee from the clutches of a man determined to possess her? Will she be able to escape a man so obsessed; he'd rather see her dead than away from him or will she be entrapped in his dark and deadly possession?

My flight was suddenly canceled, so I dragged my suitcase back home. As soon as I stepped inside, I saw torn black stockings scattered on the floor. This was the eighth time Simon Jones had brought a different woman home. The sound of running water and a young woman’s laughter echoed from the bathroom. I didn’t cry or make a scene. Instead, I sat quietly on the couch, waiting for them to finish. Everyone assumed I would continue being Simon’s devoted fool like before. But no one knew that the man I truly loved had returned. After tonight, Simon, the stand-in, would be discarded.

What would you do if you had 40% of your body burned and with you had to carry the scar marks for the rest of your life? Would you kill the culprit and live your life quietly, or would you isolate yourself from the world? Louise was the victim who lost out in an argument between friends. Mauricio, the most respected capo in all of South America, currently resides in Colombia. Yielding only to his mother's requests, Mauricio is a good negotiator when it comes to women, weapons, drugs, and the like... Even with many exposed burn marks, Louise keeps trying to live a normal life, but is prevented when her father decides to make her pay his debt.

Goalie: a player in the goal whose duty is to prevent the ball from entering or crossing itSee Santos and Mariana DeGuajaradoAs goalie of the Texas Mutiny, Santos is damn good at protecting that net. But he never bothered to protect his marriage. Letting the fame and notoriety go to his head, he lost the things he loved the most… his wife and kids. Now he has one shot to make it right before losing at this relationship game and he’s determined not to miss this time.Mariana has been scarred so deeply by Santos’s betrayals, she will carry the wounds forever. After almost ten years of marriage though, she knows him well, and she knows he won’t let go without a fight. Still, she refuses to be a push over. Because love is never enough…Contains explicits scenes and is recommended for ages 18+.Goalie is created by M.E. Carter, an eGlobal CreativePublishing Signed Author.

"Dr. Red. Ambulance is on its way with two incoming. A male and a female. Badly injured. Dr. Orth will be taking over the female, as she is in worse shape. You'll need to prepare a room for the male." That moment altered Rosalind Red's life forever. The man brought into her hospital was none other than James Wood, heir of Wood Industries, and Rosa's father's rival company. Unknowing to Rosa, James was also an Alpha to a pack that had just been destroyed. The woman brought in with him that night was none other than his mate, Marina. Rosalind Red was raised blissfully unaware of the supernatural world. When James awoke from a coma; Rosa was hooked. It was love at first sight. James' grandfather gave him an ultimatum to take over the family company; Get married, settle down, and have kids. The only problem.... His mate lay in a coma and wasn't improving. Rosalind propositioned James in the hopes that time would make him feel the connection that she couldn't explain. But after three years; Marina woke up from her coma, shaking the very ground that Rosalind and James' marriage was built on.

Right after Ethan and I announced our mating ceremony, his childhood sweetheart from the pack, Sophia, came rushing back. And she flat-out demanded I go through a "bloodline trial." "Someone like you, a wolf outcast, you're definitely up to no good. You have to pass this month-long bloodline trial before our pack will accept your mating!" With Ethan basically giving them the nod, Sophia and her pack betas put me through hell. They deliberately messed with my moonlight alchemy circle, almost tore my mind apart. The backlash from the moon energy tortured me until I almost broke. My body felt like it was being ripped to shreds. They contaminated my sacred water potions. The choking fumes nearly suffocated me. The betas were cruel and vicious. "She's just a lone wolf anyway. If she dies, no pack will back her up." Then, Sophia stole the Moon Goddess sacred artifact my grandma left me—the Moon Alchemy Cauldron. She taunted me, all cocky. "If you've got the guts, try summoning the Moon Goddess's power on the blood moon night to take it back! Otherwise, I'll use your family's crappy old cauldron as a chamber pot!" I’ve had enough. I’m so sick of these ‘trials,’ and there’s no way in hell I’m mating with Ethan.

Lyra Vale has always lived a careful life in a world where humans share uneasy truces with supernatural beings. But when the mysterious crescent-shaped mark behind her ear begins to burn, she’s drawn to Moonmark Ink—a tattoo shop in the dangerous, supernatural-controlled town of Ashridge Hollow. Her plan to cover the mark quickly unravels when she meets Ronan Bane, the magnetic, alpha werewolf who has been haunting her dreams for months. Ronan knows exactly who Lyra is: his fated mate, caught between two worlds as a rare half-human, half-wolf. Their connection is undeniable, but Lyra is unaware of her heritage or the pull of her first moon heat. As desire intensifies, Ronan must protect her from rival packs, prowling vampires, and the political dangers tied to her bloodline—especially if she’s connected to the powerful and dangerous Duskfang Pack. Torn between fear and an attraction that defies logic, Lyra is forced to confront truths about her lineage, the supernatural politics of the Hollow, and the primal bond tying her to Ronan. In a world where trust is fragile and predators lurk in every shadow, surrendering to their connection might be the most dangerous choice of all. Marked by Moonlight is a steamy, suspense-filled paranormal romance about fate, secrets, and the burning pull of a love written in the stars. It is also a four-part series telling the tale of not just Ronan and Lyra, but of the people they trust. Each book blends into the other as they find a way to survive the war to come.

After five miscarriages, I seek out a doctor to ask why I can't carry my babies to term. However, I overhear his conversation with my husband when I'm at the door. "The abortion medication you've prescribed is quite effective—she's already had five miscarriages. When can you do a hysterectomy? I can't let Adrianna have my child. "Oh, and give me something to keep a mother and baby safe. Monica is pregnant with my child; I have to make sure she gives birth to a healthy baby." The doctor says, "Adrianna's health has deteriorated over the years, though. It's highly likely she'll never have children." Reynold Scott scoffs indifferently. "So what? It's precisely because I don't want her to have children that I've been making her miscarry! Look, let's end this here. I need to accompany Monica on a shopping spree for the baby." I feel cold all over when I hear this. It turns out the love I've been defending is nothing but a joke.

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.

On the company's designated monthly day off, Gigi Lott, Donald Hoover's secretary, posted an Instagram story. The caption read, "So what if you're the boss of me when we're at work during the day? At night, I'm the one on top!" In the photo, she was lying atop a water bed covered in rose petals, and the usually stern Donald was kneeling down to massage her feet for her. From his pocket hung a brand new golden necklace. Just that morning, I bought several gold bars and gave them to Donald while beseeching him to make our relationship public. He happily took the locket from me, but when I tried to take a photo of us with our phone, he smacked my phone out of my hands, smashing it into pieces. With a look of pure derision, he declared, "Why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror first? You really are a motherless wretch who wasn't raised right. Look at the lengths you'd go to just to ruin me!" Throughout the last five years, I had meekly gone along with his demand that we keep our relationship a secret, claiming it was because office romances were forbidden. But now, I was abruptly hit with the realization of how laughable it all was. The next day, I sent my father a message. "I admit defeat. I'm willing to come home and inherit the family business."