Feminine Black Widow Tattoo

All she remembered of that man was his birthmark and a tattoo he had on his back, so how was she going to find him? Her family rejected her and she had to struggle alone to raise her son, the fruit of that night, but after losing her job for the tenth time, her friend nominates her to be a nanny for the CEO's son, but what she doesn't know is that this hot CEO who lost his wife is actually the same man from years ago. " I finally found you!"

I had been Silas Sterling's mate for seven years. We decided to get tattoos of each other's names. This was a Binding Tattoo that represented eternal love in the Moonstone Wolf pack. It had the power to bind mates eternally. When I got the tattoo, I realized the malicious words 'Public Male Amenity' had been tattooed on my chest. It chilled me to the bone. My adopted sister, Greta Pound, was the one who tattooed me. She covered her mouth as she laughed. "Don't you always enjoy attracting the attention of all the male werewolves by dressing so skimpily in the pack, Freya? I'm just helping you to publicize this." Greta was a female werewolf I had saved. Why was she treating me this way when I treated her like my sister? I grabbed her hair angrily, but Silas pushed me violently to the side as he pulled Greta protectively into his arms. He frowned as he berated me unhappily, "Greta was just joking with you. Why are you so mad about it?" I stared at his bare chest where my name should be tattooed. However, the name 'Greta' was there instead. She looked up at me from Silas' arms and smiled innocently yet tauntingly at me. "Silas said our names rhymed, Freya, so I played a joke by tattooing my name on him. You aren't mad about this, are you?"

Caught in a war between the vampires, dark elves, and werewolves, Amalea Ann Whitehouse finds herself housing warriors from nearly every pack. As a widow, she and her children make the best of things—and they're happy at their farm in the forest until tragedy strikes. Suddenly, shes expelled from her people and left accused of a murder she cant explain. Locked in a rival pack's prison, she must fight for her life, the lives of her loved ones, and her freedom as the rogue revolution begins.

Inside the tattoo studio, Seth Jones let his fingertips trace the dip of Rita Searle's waist and move slowly up her spine. With a soft rustle, her dress slipped to her ankles. He stood over her, taking in the blood-red rose inked across her chest. They had been married for three years, and this was the anniversary gift he'd be giving her—999 roses tattooed into her skin. A broken sob scraped up Rita's throat. "Seth, it hurts… Please, stop…" Her tears splashed onto the back of his hand, but he only pressed the needle deeper, dragging it along until angry red welts marked her body. "Victor wanted those damn roses so he could give them to another woman, and that led to Tara falling off that cliff and ending up in a vegetative state. I'm just giving him what he wanted. You should be grateful." Lying on the cold tattoo table, Rita felt the chill spreading through her. Her eyes stung, weighed down by grief churning behind them. "Isn't it enough? You bought out Searle Group, you hung Victor over a cliff, and left him for the vultures. What else do you want from us?" Seth grabbed her by the throat and forced her chin up. "And isn't Tara innocent in all this? Rita, you and Victor destroyed her life. Don't you owe her for that?"

Everyone in the underworld knew Rosalie Thorne, the "Thorn Principessa" of the North. Wild, rebellious, notorious. Street racing, high-stakes gambling, guns, and drinking, she had mastered them all. The rose-and-thorn tattoo on the nape of her neck drove countless men wild. But what they didn't know was that for Rocco, the new mob boss of the South, a single sentence, "I prefer a more obedient woman," was all it took. At his word, I had the tattoo lasered off and swapped my leathers for long, conservative dresses. I am Rosalie. For five years, I hid my identity and played the porcelain doll Rocco wanted. Until the night he eliminated all his rivals and was crowned the new Don of the South. That was when he let his men bow to another woman, hailing her as their "Donna." I watched Rocco. The same hands that had just executed a traitor were now gently placing a pair of red high heels on the feet of his adoptive sister, Vivian. "Rosalie, she has a temper. She'll make a scene if she doesn't get the title." "You're the good one, the obedient one. Just let her have this." That day, I walked straight out into the rain and never looked back. I was never truly obedient. I just made myself smaller for him. My family had already chosen a husband for me. They had been waiting five years, just for me to say yes.

On the night of our engagement, the ward my family sponsored left without a word. She went alone to the Mexican border, a lawless land crawling with cartels, to become a combat medic. From then on, Dante and I tortured each other for ten years. He hated me for trapping him with my birthright as the heir, stealing the spot of the woman he loved. I hated him for humiliating me while still craving the power and wealth the Moretti family provided. In countless fights, we spewed the most vicious curses at each other. Until that raid on the underwater sanctuary. The base was rigged to blow and sinking fast. Dante didn't hesitate. He strapped the only oxygen mask onto my face and turned to jump into the swarm of sharks. He slit his own wrist, using his blood to lure the predators away. Moments before the sea swallowed him, he roared at me: “I don't owe you anything anymore, Sophia!” “If there's a next life, please, let me go!” After I was rescued, the family only recovered his mangled remains. Clutched in his palm was that charity case's cross necklace. That was when I learned Elena had died from a stray bullet years ago. And he, in the end, chose this brutal suicide to join her. Dante's death shook the entire Underworld. The family Elders took their anger out on me. I was accused of being a "Black Widow" who sent her husband to his death to save herself. I was beaten to death by a mob of angry thugs on the street. When I opened my eyes again, I stopped my father. This time, I’ll let them have their epic love story.

Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! I love your fucking dick! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!

Rudraneel (Kaal) is a 36-year-old mafia who fell for a 21-year-old widow, Kiara. While he loved that girl, his nephew, Avinash hated her and wanted to torment her at any cost. But this was changed when a twenty-year-old girl Nandini entered Avinash's life. But their story wasn't dependant on hate and love, it was much more than that. Their lives contained mystery, dark secrets, hatred, betrayal, and above all, toxicity. Will they be able to thrive among the chaos or would they submit to it?

When Veronica Styles takes a million-dollar contract from her powerful boss Dominic Vaughn and his beautiful wife Stella, lust, guilt, and a tattoo link her to a brutal past…and to a man who might have killed her brother. What starts as revenge becomes a dangerous tangle of secrets, interesting identities, and a Russian mafia heir who won’t let go. The rules were meant to be simple but nothing could prepare her for the darkness disguised within… what could have possibly gone wrong?

Camilla Theodore is a symbol of hate and revenge. Living as the sole survivor of an aircraft bombing makes Camilla a traumatic and regretful person. When she knows that the plane was blown up by a man named Kairav and that it has something related to the Buenos Fire Group, Camilla is determined to find the mastermind of the aircraft bombing and avenge the deaths of her friends. Kairav Alejandro is the symbol of ruthlessness. He is the real brain of the Buenos Fire Group, a company engaged in the international trade sector. He hates even the slightest mistake made by his employees. He is typically a very perfectionist, causing difficulties and inner pressure on his subordinates. Camilla manages to infiltrate by being accepted as a secretary at the Buenos Fire Group to get a moment to see Kairav shirtless. The girl wants to confirm the tattoo that is inscribed 'Kairav' that she saw on the body of the mysterious man who blew up the plane. Day after day Camilla lived to hate Kairav, devising such revenge plans, ready to be launched for Kairav if that tattoo was indeed engraved on his body. However, Camilla Theodore is a sexy girl with a mysterious charm. She never thought that her plan would be messed up by a ruthless but full of allurement like Kairav Alejandro, especially when the man appeared shirtless in front of her. Will Camilla be able to avenge him, or will she be entangled in love with Kairav? Then, can Camilla ignore her feelings when she finds out that the plane bombing that killed her friends was part of a conspiracy? Will this complicated love story end happily or will it become a sad and tragic love story?