Dining Chair Artinya

Tied to a chair, it scraped against the concrete as Victor struggled. "Damn it, lady, I’ll give you this—you’ve got balls that even some men lack." he smiled, blood dripping from his mouth. Celestina pulled back the slide, the metallic click echoing in the quiet room as a bullet locked into place, ready to fire. She Pressed the gun to his head, "Are those your last words?" she asked coldly. ....................... How do you find peace when you're married to chaos itself? You don't. You become chaos. What would you do if your husband who murdered you and slaughtered your family proposed marriage again, and didn't recognize you? For Aria D'Amore, the answer is simple: marry him again, and make him pay for every drop of blood. When Aria is forced into a peace-treaty marriage with her family's enemy, she believes the war is over. Instead, Dante Vallenis uses their wedding celebration to massacre every D'Amore, making her watch before ordering her execution. She survives, barely, and "dies" in the eyes of the world. Eight years later, she returns as Celestina Vale, the mysterious Mistress of The Graveyard, an underground network that controls the Italian mafia through secrets and assassinations. When she manipulates her way into marrying Dante again, he doesn't recognize the stranger he's obsessed with controlling. But as she systematically destroys his empire from within, she falls for his uncle, the one man who tried to save her that night, and the one man who harbors a secret that could shatter everything she's built. So what will it be, love or revenge?

On Valentine's Day, I paid in full for a sports car and gave it to my wife as a gift. But when my wife arrived at the private dining restaurant, she brought her parents—and her childhood sweetheart—along with her. The moment my mother-in-law saw it, she slammed her hand on the table, furious. "Tyler, do you have so much money that it's burning a hole in your pocket? Is all this really necessary just for a meal? "Megan pinches every penny at home, and here you are throwing money around outside—just to show off?" Embarrassed, I tried to explain that this was simply a token of my love for Megan. My father-in-law, however, kept a stern face. "No matter how expensive the car is, it's still going to get stuck in traffic during rush hour! It's not even as useful as the electric scooter Brandon gave her. If you ask me, you didn't put any real thought into this. "Oh, right. I heard the salesperson who sold you the car was introduced by Brandon. How exactly are you planning to repay that favor? No matter how busy you are with work, you can't just push everything onto Brandon to handle for you." I could hear the hidden meaning behind his words. So that was what this was really about. They were still holding a grudge because a week ago, when my father-in-law had twisted his back, I hadn't gone to the hospital to visit him. But at the time, I had been busy cleaning up the mess Brandon Hayes had caused for the company. I'd even kept him out of prison. Yet, instead of gratitude, they were turning the blame on me. After a long silence, my wife finally looked at me. "Tyler, transfer ten percent of the company's shares to Brandon as repayment." "And if I don't?" My father-in-law barked angrily, "Then I'll have Megan divorce you!" I laughed. Then I calmly pulled a divorce agreement from my pocket and placed it on the table. "Go ahead," I said. "Sign it."

On our son's fifth birthday, I found the texts on Stanley's phone—from his best friend's widow: [Stanley, the kid misses his dad again. When are you coming over?] [Stanley, Archie liked a set of matching family outfits. I already ordered them. Let's wear them together this weekend.] [Stanley, Archie starts school tomorrow. I put your name down under "father." Hope that's okay?] And Stanley? He was all in: [Loretta's asleep. I'll head over now.] [My size is 3XL. Don't get the wrong one.] [It's fine. You two have always been my responsibility.] I stood there, frozen. Then I called him back in from the living room, where he'd been helping Luca open gifts. He didn't deny it. Just hugged me and started rambling. "Hallie's Howard's widow. I promised I'd look out for her and Archie. I know I messed up. It won't happen again." We'd been together ten years. Luca had just turned five. Ending a marriage over a few texts felt dramatic. So I let it slide. Believed him. We even went out to celebrate Luca's birthday. Then his phone lit up on the table: [Stanley, the kid's crying for his dad before bed. I can't calm him down.] Stanley shoved his chair back and walked out—no hesitation. I looked at Luca. He was startled at the noise. And just like that, divorce didn't feel so dramatic anymore.

The dormitory entrance downstairs is completely blocked. After squeezing to the front row, a he-wolf from the physical training camp next door points and whistles at me. "Look, that's the Luminian vixen. She's famous for being a notch-collector and will do it with any Alpha." My bed is strewn with rotten meat and animal entrails. On the wall, the words "Harlot", "Floozy", and "Tart" are scrawled in bright red lipstick. Jessica Cobb, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed cheer captain, holds up her phone. "Girls, I really don't want to expose her, but she's just filthy," she says with a face filled with contempt. "She's worse than a dog in heat. On Monday, it was the little hottie with the six-pack abs in his Ferrari. "Wednesday, it was the mature Alpha who reeks of cigars and has eyes that look like they want to devour you in his Bentley. Yesterday, it was that old gentleman with the monocle who's into domination in his Rolls-Royce." She shoves the photos right in the faces of the surrounding women. "Clearly, she didn't come here to study, but to find a sugar daddy." Despite the crystal-clear pictures showing me in those cars, I can't reveal that the men with me are my obsessively controlling older brother, my hot-tempered uncle, and my great-uncle. Respectively, they are the Alpha King of Lumin, the Chief Justice, and the Chair of the Elders' Council. The surrounding male werewolves burst into laughter, their eyes roaming over my thighs. "Hey, Luminian doll, how much for one night? I'd like a taste of you too." They have no idea that these men they're fantasizing about as my sugar daddies are actually the werewolf elders they can least afford to mess with in this lifetime.

Back then, he was my everything. He was my childhood friend, my neighbor, and my teenage dream. I used my chance to confess my love to him on prom night, in front of everyone! It turned out he rejected me just because of the ridiculous reason that his type of girl was a supermodel. Seven years passed, and I still had not become what he wanted. My life had become even harder. I was getting too old to remain a model, and my boyfriend had cheated on me. Until one night, I met him again, my ex-crush. It was time to take revenge and make him beg for my love. A golden opportunity came when my new boss at the agency promised me the title of supermodel as long as I obeyed him. Unfortunately, there was no such thing as a free lunch. There was something I could not control in this dazzling fashion world. Did I really have to give up everything to achieve success, both in my career and in my love life? Could I have a brilliant career without sacrificing my romance? *** "Last night was a mistake," she sighed. "I thought you were commenting that last night was amazing," I teased with a smile. "Yes, last night was amazing, and yes, I admit it was the best sex I've ever had in my adulthood," she grunted, looking frustrated. Upon hearing that confession, my blood boiled. I rose from my chair and stood right next to her. She looked puzzled as I trapped her in the chair. I leaned down low. "Then don't say it was a mistake. Last night was the best thing I've ever had in my adulthood," I whispered in her ear.

"Take them off," he ordered. I furrowed my brows in terror. The shudders from the hostages he has tied up to a chair in the same room as us filled my ears. He narrowed his eyes at me. "I don't...." "Take off your panties and come sit your ass on my face," he ordered. My heart pounded at his ridiculous demand. There are hostages in here, what is he... "Didn't you hear me, Mia?" "I...I can't....." He cocked his gun instantly and.... BANG! I jumped the minute he shot one of the hostages. "If I repeat myself, white girl, they die." he gestured to the hostages. I swallowed in absolute terror. "Now, your panties off and ass on my face or these motherfuckers transcends in a jiffy. Make a choice. Quickly." ****** “They say no good deed goes unpunished.” The quiet, uneventful life of twenty-year-old Mia Jefferson takes a terrifying turn the night she rescues an abandoned interracial baby from a dumpster. For a month, she raises the infant as her own—until a ruthless gang kidnaps her, accusing her of abduction. When the child’s father, Nathaniel “Big Kai” Kincaid, the feared black gangster and underground king of the hood, appears, Mia’s fate is sealed. Instead of killing her, he makes her his baby’s nanny—his way of testing her innocence. But as he watches her every move, a dangerous obsession is born. Mia soon finds herself torn in fear. And when betrayal, blood, and secrets explode around them, she must decide whether to run from the monster who ruined and saved her life at the same time.

All Andrea wanted to do on her birthday was have fun and forget all her problems, including the fact that she just broke up with her ex boyfriend of a few weeks. She did not expect getting drunk and showing her wild side to Chase, the biggest Mafia boss she has only heard of. Thinking she already escaped, she is surprised to see him in school again. Finding out he's a great womanizer and a Mafia boss. Chase cannot leave her alone, ever since he had a taste of her, he could not stop thinking about her. He wanted her all to himself and he used his power to his advantage especially finding out his rival is in love with her. He is crazy about her body, possessive and scary. How will Andrea survive being stuck between two young Mafia bosses who hate each other and her family who is planning her death on the other hand? .................. "You are my woman and you should do whatever I want. I don't share my things with anyone! You need to understand that or we are going to keep having issues!" He fired back. I sighed deeply, "There you go with being controlling again. I am not your property!" . "I'm....sorry." I managed to say, my hand is bruising and he wouldn't stop holding it like that. "I won't warn you again. Now..." He sat down on a chair facing me, "I want you to strip." "Why..." He stood up and moved closer to me, "Never mind, I will do it myself. You can't stop me."

“What do I want?” Simon repeated. “I want a competent Personal Assistant who will not mix work with personal feelings” Simon’s answer was straight, he stood from the chair and came closer to Gabriela, who stepped backward as he approached closer until she hit the wall. Simon kept coming closer and when he was just a few inches away from her, he lifted his hand slowly and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and he whispered. “Are you competent?” Gabriela didn't say a word, her heart raced fast and her breathing was heavy, she wanted so badly to punch his face. Her hands clenched into fists, she knew she had no choice, her brother’s life stood on a thread. Gabriela, a young lady w ho ishardworking and ready to do anything for her family, is forced to work for an arrogant CEO, Simon Ramsey, who is mean, and ready to humiliate her. As a result of the financially draining and terrifying sickness of her little brother, she has no choice but to bear her Boss's ruthlessness in order to pay the medical bills. As they both detest each other’s presence, one unplanned night of pleasure turns into an unimaginable scandal that has the potential to ruin everything Simon has worked for. To contain the scandal, they are forced to get married and act as if they love one another. Was the scandal just a coincidence? Or is someone out there to sabotage them? As the lines blur between duty and desire, theCEO finds himself falling for Gabriela in a way he never saw coming. Can Hatred turn into True Love? Get ready for a whirlwind of suspense and emotions in this cute Haters to Lovers story, Buckle up, you are up for a ride.

My mom believed in one thing above all else: being number one. To achieve that, she created a strict daily schedule and even developed a monitoring app that required us to submit reports every day. Anyone who failed to rank first according to the app's evaluation would be tied to a chair and severely punished. No matter how difficult the task was, my younger brother, Jason Hunt, could always complete it and receive a perfect score. Even when he actually ranked last, the monitoring software would still display him in first place. As for me, a single misspelled word was enough to trigger a failing warning from the app, followed immediately by my mom's harsh punishment. At first, I tried to explain. Later, I stayed silent. In the end, I could only kneel and beg. My mom remained unmoved. "Trash doesn't deserve sympathy," she said coldly. "You'll thank me when you become successful in the future." On the first day of the New Year, my mom took Jason out to visit our relatives and exchange greetings. I, meanwhile, was burning with a high fever and could not even finish the day's assignments. Ignoring my illness, my mom dragged me into a bathtub filled with ice. "If you're trying to escape studying, you don't deserve to live," she said. "Pretending to be sick? If you've got the guts, then just die already." She forced my head underwater and raised a rod, smashing it against my skull again and again. I begged desperately for mercy, but it was futile. My mom left with Jason, and I curled up alone on the floor. She was right. Only those who work hard deserve to live.

The silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating. Kourtney paced in front of him, her heels clicking against the dusty floor of the abandoned villa. The contract lay untouched on the table, just inches from Travis’s restrained hands. Her plan had been reckless, but it was all she had left. “I didn’t want to do this,” she murmured, voice shaking. “But you gave me no choice.” Travis tilted his head. “You think tying me to a chair will change how I feel?” “No. But it changes what you’re allowed to do,” she said, forcing a smirk that didn’t reach her eyes. He didn’t flinch. “What happens after the wedding, Kourtney? When your father finds out? When Kim finds out?” She looked away. “Then it’ll be too late. I’ll have what’s mine.” “Money?” he asked. “Or revenge?” That struck something in her. Kourtney turned to him, face darkening. “You chose her. You loved her. But what about me, Travis? You never even gave me a chance.” “You think forcing me into marriage will give you love?” “No,” she whispered. “But it’ll give me power.” Travis met her eyes. No fear. Just sadness. “This isn’t you,” he said softly. “You don’t know me anymore,” she replied, backing away. “Sign the contract, Travis. Or I swear, I’ll make sure you never walk free again.” Travis looked down at the paper, then back at her. “You’ll lose yourself in this, Kourtney.” She swallowed hard. “Then maybe losing myself is the only way I survive.”