Greek Prayer Bracelet

Jace is a well known person at his school. *the jock. *the captain of the football team *the trouble maker. *the Greek god. *the bad boy. *the gay hottie. *the gay guy with the gay dad. *Mr. popular. Being sent to his dads office again, for the third time since the week started, his eyes landed on the most beautiful boy he had ever laid eyes on.'He's gonna be mine.' Jace put his mind to that but there's a lot he will have to learn about the boy and those things will break jace's heart but he would still fall for the boy of his dreams.

~"I will not touch you until you beg me to" he whispered the words heatedly in my ears. ~ I never wanted to marry him, he was a stranger, a handsome stranger with looks to rival a Greek god, and a smile that could make angels weep with envy. But it was the wish of my dying father. Marry Ian Quinn, the new owner and a notorious businessman, and ensure our blood continues to be a part of the company. I would be giving up my life, my future. Still, I signed my name on the dotted line. And then I said the two words. I do.

I was a mafia princess, sick of the life. After my father died, all I wanted was a normal life. I helped my husband, Marco, take his company public. I fought his battles. I took care of his mother. I paid for his sister’s tuition and her addiction to luxury. Then, at our tenth-anniversary party, he gave my mother's bracelet to his childhood flame, Isabella. He even fucked her in our bed. I hired a PI. Found out he knew who I was from the start. He used me. Planned to be a Wall Street hotshot, then toss me aside. He thought my family was wiped out. That no one had my back. That he could walk all over me. He didn’t break until his company was bleeding partners and staring down bankruptcy. He got on his knees, crying and begging me to forgive him.

I am not the type of girl who attracts men, my life is not very social and my best friend is my cat Salem. He dedicated me to writing, hanging out with my brother and sometimes with my few friends. Everything was normal until that Valentine's Day where everything changed for me. Two men burst into my life as if they were earthquakes, their auras indicating danger and they enveloped me in their life as if I had belonged there. My mother always said that men with tattoos were danger and a problem for girls. But these two Greek gods got me and now I'm part of the mob. This is my story

Marco de Luca is the youngest son of a very powerful family in southern Italy, dedicated to the sale of flats and large luxury houses, or at least that is what they say they do exclusively... Incredibly successful and attractive, he seems to have everything. He is about to marry the beautiful Greek daughter of another influential family and to take over his father's business. But unexpectedly he must go to Barcelona to meet a distant cousin to resolve hidden family matters, which will lead to the birth of an intense passion and the opening of a dark past full of secrets that he never expected to discover.

King Roderick the son of the mad King Of arodona, he had a Greek God Body with the most dreamy eyes yet his aura is mysterious and yet dangerous he is the most cruel Rustless king of the all time he never knew what a competitor is until he met Cynthia the badass women she doesn't like royals but she admire Queen Athena the mad King's wife. If in her whole she ever something that was just to meet Her. What will happened when the fate wants something else? What will happened when the same personalities will meet? Will the game of war turn into love or hate?

Lillian's world turned upside down when she caught her longtime boyfriend cheating. Fueled by anger, she sought revenge in a drunken one-night stand with a stranger, only to discover he was Ryan Sinclair, her new boss! Her real nightmare began when Ryan, who seemed more like a Greek god than a possessive devil, unwilling to let her go and started luring her into his twisted game. Now, she was struggling to keep her distance from her charismatic but dominating boss. Little did she know, there was a hidden secret behind his every move, and Lillian was in for a rollercoaster ride of intrigue and deception.

Tunnels deconstructs the individual’s Romantic fascination with ‘love’ or the grammaticality of beauty. Ideally, the ‘tunnels’ in the collection are subterranean love poems from the suburban imaginary. These seemingly syntactic tunnels travel through one’s literary imagination or heterotopic dreamscapes, and while αγάπη (Greek for ‘love’) inspires these rhizomic tunnels to navigate the abysmal ‘meta-spectacle’ of gesture, language or moment of poemness, the mind like the many-colored jeepneys of Manila, where driving past roast goose restaurants in Shek Kip Mei or spotting stilt houses in Kampong Kleang, attempt to explore the transgeneric textualities of the everyday, alongside the unstructurality of time and space, the littoral and the liminal.

I sat at the table, watching the food grow cold, much like my heart. Today was my birthday. It was also Leslie Buck's birthday—Katherine White's childhood sweetheart. I unlocked my phone and opened Leslie's social media page. As expected, a new post awaited me. "Grateful to have you by my side for every birthday. Let's keep our promise to celebrate every one of them together in the future!" The photo showed two hands forming a heart in front of a cake. One of them was Katherine's. I could tell from the bracelet she wore. It was the one I had given her. I gave the post a like, then set my phone aside. Without hesitation, I dumped the dishes Katherine liked into the trash and went out to a restaurant to order the food I liked, celebrating my birthday alone. From now on, I would make sure to enjoy every birthday of mine.

“God—” “Not God,” he muttered against my neck, biting the skin there. “Me. Say my name.” “Dorian!” I cried, back arching. “That’s it.” He stroked faster, his thumb teasing over the tip, slicking me up. “Good boy. Take it.” Ezra Monroe was raised to be pure. The perfect choir boy. Twenty-two and untouched—soft voice and eyes that have never looked too long at sin. But one man ruins everything. Father Dorian Vale. The moment his eyes meet Ezra’s, something snaps. And a good boy learns how to kneel for the wrong man. He was supposed to guide him to heaven. Instead, he’s teaching him how to sin. He’s not here to save Ezra. He’s here to ruin him. Slowly. Until every prayer sounds like his name.