Coco Chanel Quotes

The day after I gave birth to Alpha Albert’s pup, while our son was still fragile and my own wounds still fresh, he demanded I give up the Luna Suite. For his old flame, Chloe, and her unborn child. His reason? Chloe was close to her due date, and the suite’s unique moonlight energy was known to soothe expectant mothers and their pups. I stared at him in disbelief. "But that's the Luna's suite. And our son? Doesn't he need that energy?" Albert’s expression was hard as stone. "I owe her." His voice was ice. "If I hadn't been forced into this mating with you, she never would have married that abusive bastard out of spite. You're the Luna. A small sacrifice won't kill you." A small sacrifice. He’d used that excuse to hurt me countless times since our union. He missed our anniversary to play nursemaid to a sick Chloe. He forced me to give up my position as the pack's Head Healer for her… This time, I didn't scream or fight. I just looked at him, my voice eerily calm. "Fine. I'll move." Then I sent a message to my father, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack: Father, come get me. I'm rejecting my mate bond with Albert.

Lors de la cérémonie où mon fiancé, Mattew, devait être couronné Alpha de la meute Riverdale, il a publiquement rejeté notre lien d'âmes sœurs. Il a choisi Claire, qui portait déjà son enfant. « Claire et sa famille peuvent m'aider à consolider mon titre d'Alpha, » a-t-il dit, sans la moindre honte. « Et j'ai besoin qu'elle me donne un héritier. » Quant à moi ? « Attends juste un an. Le titre de Luna sera quand même à toi. » Tout le monde pensait que j'allais simplement accepter. Après tout, je lui avais été éperdument dévouée pendant sept ans. Mais ce soir-là même, je suis partie à la recherche de ma Seconde Chance. Trois ans plus tard, je suis revenue à la meute Riverdale, accompagnant mon compagnon, le Roi Alpha, dans sa tournée des territoires. Il avait eu un contretemps de dernière minute et avait envoyé quelqu'un d'autre me chercher. Mais à l'aéroport, je suis tombée sur Mattew. Il m'a regardée avec pitié. « Tu en as fini avec tes caprices ? Le fils de Claire a besoin d'une nounou. Tu peux revenir et t'occuper de lui. »​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

After I was reborn, I was the one who changed the name on my blood bond with Prince Mortlock. I wrote in “Isabella”—the other vampire he’d always cherished, always protected. When Isabella wanted the ruby necklace, the one that marked the Prince's Mate, I let her have it. The wedding dress Mortlock had prepared for me? I gave that to Isabella, too. I did it all because in my past life, I got my wish. I became Mortlock’s mate, but I lived every moment in Isabella’s shadow. In the end, during a battle with vampire hunters, Mortlock ran to a wounded Isabella first. I was the one left to take a silver stake through the heart. So this time, I decided to let them be. To stay far away from Mortlock. But this time, the cold, distant Prince wept and begged me to be his mate again.

I am Alpha Liam’s fated mate. But at his Alpha ceremony, he publicly chose a low-ranking Omega to accompany him on his trials. His eyes were cold as he told me, “Chloe is a skilled negotiator. She can help me forge alliances with other packs. Even as my fated mate, you can’t compare.” What he didn’t know was that I was a trained negotiator, too. And just like that, everyone knew I had been rejected by my own fated mate. Four years later, Liam returned with a pregnant Chloe in tow. Seeing me in the manor, his gaze was strained and complex. “I can’t believe you waited for me for four years… but Chloe is already carrying my child.” “To make it up to you,” he said, “you can remain by my side and care for my heir.” But he had no idea that I had already married his uncle, the Alpha King, and become the Luna Queen, the most revered wolf in the world.

Yo era la compañera destinada del Alfa Liam. Sin embargo, en su ceremonia de Alfa, él eligió públicamente a una Omega de bajo rango para que lo acompañara en sus pruebas. Cuando pedí una explicación, me dijo, con la mirada helada: —Chloe es una negociadora hábil, puede ayudarme a forjar alianzas con otras manadas. En cambio tú, aun siendo mi compañera destinada, no puedes compararte a ella. Lo que él no sabía… era que yo también era una negociadora bien entrenada. Y así, de un momento a otro, todos supieron que mi propio compañero destinado me había rechazado. Cuatro años después, Liam regresó… con una Chloe embarazada a su lado. Al verme en la mansión, su mirada se tensó y se volvió compleja. —No puedo creer que me hayas esperado cuatro años… pero Chloe ya está esperando a mi cachorro. No obstante, para compensarte —añadió—, puedes quedarte a mi lado y cuidar de mi heredero. Pero él no tenía ni la más mínima idea de que yo ya me había casado con su tío, el Rey Alfa, y me había convertido en la Reina Luna … la loba más venerada del mundo de los hombres lobo.

On the day Luke Smith attended his dear friend's funeral with his child, the media swarmed around me, questioning if I was the child's biological mother.Luke Smith, the high-society sensation, adored by all.For seven years, I was his secret lover, and how he spoiled me was the talk of the town.But eventually, he said, "Hazel, she's just a minor celebrity. What makes her think she can marry into the Smiths?"Indeed, his later wife, hailing from a prestigious lineage, epitomized grace and charm. Her only flaw was her inability to bear children.Facing eager reporters, I smiled, "I hardly know Mr. Smith. With that said, I wish him and his wife a lifetime of happiness and a joyful family."The news quickly went viral online.That very night, Luke Smith, disheveled and troubled, embarked on a long journey to San Anglos with his child.

He married me with a signature. 
He claimed me with a look. 
And he ruined me with a single touch. Christian Reed doesn’t whisper sweet nothings. He fucks hard.
He gives orders.
He takes what he wants. 
And what he wants… is me. Now, I’m wearing his ring.
Obeying his rules.
Moaning his name in the dark. But the contract didn’t say anything about falling for the man who owns me—
Or what happens when he finds out I’ve been keeping secrets.

They caught my fiancé with my sister on the night of our engagement party. Tangled in a private wine cellar. My family name was dragged through the mud. We became the laughingstock of the Chicago Outfit. Then came Don Lorenzo Falcone. He proposed in front of all the Families, saving my honor and forging a more powerful alliance. For four years, he put me on a pedestal. But an old injury left him unable to father an heir. This year, through the family’s private doctor, I finally got pregnant. After that, his devotion became absolute. I thought this powerful man was my savior. My only protector. Until I heard him talking to his right-hand man. “Boss, Arabella worships you. How could you do it? You had the doctor switch the vials, made Arabella the surrogate for the Moretti heir. Just 'cause Isabella couldn't handle the pain? The kid’s due in two months. What’s the plan?” He was silent for a moment. When he spoke, his voice was ice. “When the child is born, it goes to Isabella. It's the only thing that guarantees her future with the Morettis.” “And Arabella?” “I’ll tell her the baby didn’t make it.” “She’ll still be Mrs. Falcone. She’ll have everything she could ever want.” So that was it. My great protector. All of it… for another woman. This tainted bloodline? I don’t want it in me. And this sham of a marriage? I’m done.

"What are you? Your scent is peculiar," he said leaning in, my heart quickened as I panicked taking a step back away from him. "Are you a witch?" he asked again, this time I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at him. What is he talking about……. Aurora Hawthorne is a young and industrious girl who left home for the big city to make ends meet. Her life took a fascinating and mysterious turn after running into a strange man whose entire aura screams danger. She could sense he wasn't human at first glance. All she wanted was a normal life but her curiosity for this strange entity somehow has invaded her life and refused to let go.

I'm a private photographer. Many female college students come to me to get their portraits shot. In return, they choose to offer me their supple bodies. One day, I receive an order to take wedding photos of a couple. However, that night, the bride insists on having me sleep with her… Could it be that her husband can't even afford to pay me for my services?