Fam Bam Meaning

When strifed brotherhood begets bloodshed, a tale of two brothers loving the same woman and fighting for the same title has never been more intense. (Excerpt) Emily cleared her throat. "You should go." Andrew didn't listen. He should, but he couldn’t. His senses swooned. Without meaning to, he moved closer and tucked her hair behind her ear. Her breath hitched at touch of his skin on hers and Emily gulped slowly. "Thank you." He whispered, enjoying the velvety feel of her skin as he brushed the back of his finger down her cheek. "I'm afraid that might not do. You owe me your life." She breathed on borrowed confidence. The look in Andrew's eyes blazed darkly with intensity. He leaned closer. "Yes, I agree, and I intend to pay you back." "When and how?" She asked, losing a step, trying to control her beating heart at their close proximity. He followed her, hovering like a predator over his catch. This time, she was the catch and Emily didn't mind. "Now." He closed the gap between them. "With this." Andrew grabbed her face and crashed his lips down on hers ~~~ Taking up the Bright Moon pack's Alpha title is what he has always dreaded. Andrew Levisay craves a normal life, but he's between a rock and a hard-place after being faced with a choice that would change his life for worse. Saving himself and his lineage of wolves by sacrificing the woman he loves or saving this woman and allowing a tyrant to have his way? What will Andrew decide as the clock is ticking?

“If you think that you have been living in hell all your life, let me break that illusion for you,” Adrian said. He spoke slowly, his voice full of menace. “This place–this is true hell, right here, where I am. His statement, “In this place, death is not an escape, no matter how much you may yearn for it,” was enough to make the audience shudder, but all that tiny figure did was raise her lifeless, dull eyes. “Then help me, so I can remain here.” She replied, her voice barely above a whisper. ********************************** In a world ruled by loyalties and bloodlines, Kira, the first daughter of the strongest family in the American mafia, finds herself entangled in an unexpected twist of fate. She was betrothed since childhood to the second son of the Italian mafia’s don, due to a blood alliance between both families. She was raised alongside him and always considered him as her everything, while joyfully waiting for the day they would finally get married. To her, their love story was set in stone. However, on the day of the wedding, Kira's world as she knows it comes crumbling down when receives a shocking revelation — instead of her betrothed, a different groom appears at her wedding. And to top it off, he was dressed in a prison uniform. What happens when Kira finds herself thrust into the clutches of Adrian Vasillos the infamous ‘devil’ of the Italian mafia? Will she be able to navigate this world of danger, intrigue, betrayal, tested loyalties, and forbidden desires where she must come face to face with her deepest fears? Or will she finally discover the true meaning of love and get her happy ending? Read on to find out more in this twisted romance series…

Iya Santos is a 21 years old teacher, who lives her life to the fullest. She grew up with a drunkard father and with her loving grandmother, whom sooner was taken away from her because of death. She was given lots of fortune due her grandmother's death, and because of that at young age she independently manages all the money that she has. She treasures her friends and treated them like family. She never begs for a man’s love, for she believes that love should be given freely and to be begged. A problem occurs, when she met her mother whom she thought already died after she gave birth to her. Feeling lied to and betrayed, she ones again closes her heart to everyone, thinking that she can no longer trust the people around her.Life goes on for her as she realizes that the only way to heal a broken heart is through forgiving. 5 years had pass, her mother called her and wanting to meet her, not because she wants to say sorry for what she had done but because she has a stage 3 cancer and asking her a favor to take care of her child, as she met her mother and her child, her mother had a heart attack and needed to be rush in the hospital. She was left with no choice but to take care of her step brother, whom soon after got attached to her. And when her mother died she took care of him. It was like taking care of her own child, Jom helped her to take care of her step brother. Soon after, Jom and Iya got engaged and soon got marriede.That is when Iya finally realizes the true meaning of life.

Com nove meses de gravidez, eu estava na reta final do meu termo, pronta para dar à luz a qualquer momento. Mas meu marido, Vito Falcone, subchefe da família, havia me trancado. Ele me mantinha em uma sala médica subterrânea e estéril, injetando-me um medicamento que suprimia o trabalho de parto. Enquanto eu gritava de dor, ele friamente me dizia para aguentar. Porque se esperava que a viúva de seu irmão, Scarlett, entrasse em trabalho de parto exatamente na mesma hora. Um juramento que ele fizera ao seu irmão falecido declarava que o primogênito herdaria o lucrativo território da família na Costa Oeste. — Essa herança pertence ao filho de Scarlett. — Disse ele. — Com Daemon morto, ela está sozinha e desamparada. Você tem meu amor, Alessia. Todo ele. Só preciso que ela dê à luz em segurança. Depois será a sua vez. — Continuou. A droga era um tormento constante. Implorei para que ele me levasse a um hospital. Ele me agarrou pelo pescoço, forçando-me a encarar seu olhar gelado. — Pare isso! Eu sei que você está bem. Está apenas tentando roubar a herança. — Disse, com voz cortante. Meu rosto estava pálido. O corpo convulsionava enquanto eu conseguia sussurrar, desesperada: — Não me importo com a herança. Eu só quero que nosso filho nasça em segurança! Ele zombou. — Se você realmente fosse tão inocente, não teria forçado Scarlett a assinar aquele acordo pré-nupcial, renunciando aos direitos de herança do filho dela. — Disse. — Não se preocupe, voltarei para você depois que ela der à luz. Afinal, você carrega minha própria carne e sangue. — Completou. Ele passou a noite inteira em vigília do lado de fora da sala de parto de Scarlett. Só depois de ver o recém-nascido em seus braços é que ele se lembrou de mim. Finalmente, enviou seu segundo em comando, Marco, para me libertar. Mas quando Marco finalmente ligou, sua voz estava trêmula: — Chefe… a senhora e o bebê… se foram. Naquele momento, Vito Falcone se despedaçou por dentro.

Ga-eul was born in the lowest class status in Joseon. He belonged to the cheonmin or vulgar commoners—like butchers, shoemaker, shamans, magicians, etc. He never had a real name since he was born. Ga-eul was the one that is use to call him because of it's literal meaning that a baby boy born during fall. His family earns a living by performing at town alleys and even in gisaeng's places—typically located near the center of a town. After the early death of their parents, Ga-eul was forced to work harder for him and his sister to survive. Being a performer is not enough that's why he was urged to enter the gisaeng—trained to be courtesans, a prostitute, especially one with upper-class clients—world even though he is a male. He knows that he has a soft heart like a woman but doesn't want to be one. The life of Ga-eul is indeed miserable and unfortunate. He is literally going crazy on how he can managed to send his sister into a hospital—who has a osteosarcoma—tumor in the bone. A huge amount of money is needed for his sister's recovery. One night, while having a mental breakdown, he went to the gisaeng house to plead for his advance payment but the head gisaeng threw him outside. He cried out but then, a nobleman in his 20s approach and asked him to come inside again. He never knew that the nobleman was also struggling in a problem. He thought that the nobleman was just like the other middle class people. He plead but the nobleman offer him a huge amount of money. All he need to do is to marry him. The money offered was extremely helpful to resolve his problem, but should he really let the nobleman buy him?

☆Glimpse☆ "Just forget whatever happened between us in these day's and burying it all move on in your life. I don't think whatever happened had any meaning or name but a mere mistake. Get back in your life and be happy with your fiance while I'll get back in my life as well. Bye!!", he read the letter and blood draws in his eyes. Never ever did he thought the beautiful dream he always fascinated and wished to be true will be nothing for her. She like a piece of tissue paper used me, played with my emotions, gave me hundreds of reasons to live and now asks to move on. Am I a bloody joke? Or my love is? "No... I won't let this happen. I won't let you move on so easily and forget whatever happened between us. You are mine and you need to know that. You can't get away from me so easily after all this!", he oaths. ____________________ I loved him from the time I was a teen and today when I have this opportunity to confess it I made it look like nothing. I named it as 'Nothing but a mistake' and now it's piercing my heart out. I can't even imagine a day without looking at him or taking his name but I asked him to stay away and move on. The letter I wrote was just to make things easy for him and I hope he does so. But still I wish a little in my heart that he doesn't and comes back to me, running in my arms. . . . ******** It's a story of two forbidden lover's, who are dying to be together but are bound in their own boundaries.

"It's time to consummate our Marriage" Roman said as he walked inside the room. "I am not interested" I said with fear as I stood up from his couch. "And why are you not interested?' he asked. "I am only giving my body to the man I love" I said curtly. "Really? We are married come on, I need to be inside my wife now" He said as he moved closer to me. "This room is not only decorated for decorating sake. It means something" he said as he got before me. "Come on, wifey, corporate tonight or else you will see the worst of me." He said on the bed as he clapped his hands, the door opened and men came in with boxes. They placed the boxes on the floor and went out. I looked at them with curiosity. "Irina, Have you ever heard of BDSM?" He asked. This is the first time he will call my name. But what's BDSM? He opened the boxes bringing out the items there. "No, what's the meaning?" I asked him with curiosity. "And what are you doing with ropes and wipes?" I asked again. "Have you ever even had ?" He asked angrily. I was quiet for sometime for sometimes, feeling shy. "No" I said hesitantly. "Your stupid father caged you your whole life, that's so stupid of him. We don't kill woman here, we only deal with men. He should have let you out" he said. "Don't ask me any questions again, your innocent is annoying, I promise. I hate naive girls"he scoffed. "Get on the bed" he commanded. "What?" I asked. "Get on the freaking bed, don't force me to help you in getting on the bed, "

Namorei por dez anos, e só então Rafael Loureiro, meu namorado, topou casar comigo. Mas, na sessão de fotos do casamento, o fotógrafo pediu uns beijos. Ele fez cara feia, soltou um papo de "nojo", me empurrou e vazou sozinho. Fiquei lá, morrendo de vergonha, pedindo desculpas à equipe. Era um dia de neve, e era difícil conseguir um táxi. Caminhei com dificuldade pela neve, passo a passo, de volta para casa. Foi então que, ao entrar na nossa casa de noivos, flagrei Rafael abraçando sua ‘amada perfeita’, Gabriela Nunes, e a beijando com tanta paixão que pareciam incapazes de se separar. — Gabi, basta uma palavra sua e eu fujo do casamento agora mesmo! Anos de paixão viraram piada ali mesmo. Depois de chorar horrores, decidi fugir do casamento antes de Rafael. Depois, a galera da elite só falava nisso: o playboy da família Loureiro rodando o mundo atrás da ex-noiva, implorando pra ela voltar.

Gustavo e Anabela viviam em constante conflito desde a infância, transformando qualquer encontro em motivo de briga. Naquele ano, entre todas as famílias tradicionais do círculo social, apenas eles dois restavam como candidatos adequados para um casamento arranjado. Gustavo jurou que jamais se casaria com Anabela, nem que a morte o levasse antes. Despertando súbito interesse pela provocação, Anabela sorriu e declarou: — Então o casamento está decidido. Agora só você precisa morrer logo. No dia da cerimônia, Gustavo espalhou dezenas de galinhas pelo local, determinado a humilhá-la perante todos os convidados. Ela manteve a expressão impassível, pegou uma das aves e começou a chamá-la de marido. A vontade de Gustavo de continuar provocando-a desapareceu por completo. Observando Anabela, que insistia em se casar com ele apesar de tudo, Gustavo sussurrou com desprezo: — Você vai se arrepender. Três anos depois, Anabela flagrou Gustavo traindo pela nonagésima nona vez. Só então ela compreendeu o verdadeiro significado das palavras dele sobre arrependimento.

"Call me sir." He demanded."What?" I heard it correct yet asked again to make sure did I hear correct? "Don't your thick head get things at once?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows without moving his gaze from mine. No way I am going to call him sir. Thick head! It's the second time he told that. What does he think of himself?I cleared my throat and spoke. "Firstly, I'm not going to call you sir. I'm not your slave to do so. And secondly, I don't have a thick head." I protested. "Slave? Seeing a word by its abbreviation." He quirked a brow. "Your thick head has a little knowledge in it." This time he inched more close while the corner of his perfect shifted to a smirk. Move back, Mister!"Yes, I do see a word by its meaning," I said, trying not to fall in his gaze. (S.I.R = Slave - I - Remain) He got closer and closer and stooped near my ear while keeping his hands on the table, either side of me. I could feel his brushing against my earlobe when he spoke in a low deep voice. "If you don't, I'll cancel this deal." 'No! I can't let this happen.'~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I am either drown into the deep green sea or flew up into the bright blue sky, for sure I was lost in his blue-green eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time marched by days into months and months into a year. Everything in my life has changed but one thing remains the same. Years ago I would've never pictured my life the way it is now.