Lirik Glow Like Dat

“You fucking bitch, I told you to stay here, and I will think about what I can do for you to not assassinate you, but you're just being a bitch” He yelled and turn my back like always I did whenever I was punished by a stick. "Bitch” He yelled throwing stick after stick, I felt my body turn numb getting to continue beating. “This time I won't let it go easily” He yelled, tearing my cloth. My body jerked back, his cold hand roamed my back. “I teach you today what happens when you just disobey my single command,” He said, turning me, removing a thin cloth from my body. "No, Liam" I screamed. “Why, It was always meant to be mine. Right?” His face had an evil smirk on. “Please no, Liam. Not like that…” I whispered, hugging myself with my hand hiding my naked self from his burning eyes. “No Amber… This will only happen like this, You fucking bitch tried to deceive me” He said, taking a fistful of my hair with enough grip to make me cry. “I won't do that again, Promise,” I said showing him my pinky finger like always we seal our promise. “Amber…” He sighed, like controlling himself. “Promise…” He said, taking my pinky finger with his finger. “This time promise will be sealed with my way baby” He smirked, bending my pinky finger. His eyes were like some beast that just want to hurt someone so badly. Author Note : This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Update on weekends

I thought getting a new foster brother would be weird. I didn’t expect him to look like he walked off a Netflix show—blue eyes, tattoos, and the personality of a brick wall. My little brother’s obsessed with him. My parents act like he’s made of glass. Me? I think Carmelo’s hiding something. And I plan to find out what.

Ashanti martin is a twenty seven year old african american. She is independent, single and fiercely competitive at her job as an assistant at one of the most prestigious clothing firms in new York. She dreams of working her way out into the world of fashion and start her own fashion trend some day in the near future. The only problem to her perfectly laid out plan is the CEO of the company who tends to go crazy at times and then fire a bunch of people whenever he feels like it. It goes without saying that ashanti doesn't like the guy one bit, but he is the CEO and it's not like she could ever have any guts to talk back at him for his arrogant and obnoxious behavior. Find out what happens when said arrogant CEO crosses paths with the outspoken ashanti.

I was never supposed to be his bride, I was the mistake he couldn’t erase. Killian hated me for breathing and for simply existing. His eyes burned with anger every time they landed on me. There was so much hate and heat between us, I could barely breathe. Then there was Nolan, his brother. Quiet, but dangerous. He didn’t look at me like I was broken. He looked at me like he wanted to take everything I had—body and soul. I didn’t mean for this to happen. But guilt tastes a lot like desire when you’re starving for something real. And now I’m caught between two brothers…one who wants to hurt me, and one who already has. This isn’t just a love triangle. It’s a war. And I’m the weapon.

On Christmas Day, eight months pregnant, I struggled through the kitchen,cooking for my husband and his secretary. When I finally sat down, hoping to taste a piece of turkey I didn’t even get during Thanksgiving, my husband shoved me aside like I was nothing. He slid the turkey in front of his secretary instead. “Alison,you’re already so fat. Stop eating. Let Daisy have it—she deserves to enjoy your cooking.” Daisy，chewing on the turkey I had painstakingly prepared, had the audacity to mock me under the guise of playing truth or dare with my child. “So, what do you think your mom looks like?” “Mommy looks like a fat pig on a farm!” “Her stretch marks? They’re like disgusting worms crawling all over her. Even Santa would run for his life!” Their laughter erupted like daggers piercing me from all sides. Humiliation and rage burned through me as my dignity was stripped bare. I demanded an apology from that vile woman, but my husband—my husband!—turned his cold, cruel face toward me and said, “Get out of here.” Pregnant, exhausted, and humiliated, I stood there in shock. Then I snapped. I grabbed the Christmas cake and turkey and threw them in the trash. I walked out without looking back. This wretched family doesn’t deserve a second of my effort or a single ounce of my love!

A psychotic mafia leader with a crush. A girl with abandonment issues and a mild addiction to her mysterious stalker. Caroline doesn’t know it, but her life is forever changed after meeting Marshall Brown. She has never known love like this . . . or danger like this. Is love really forever? Even if the person you love isn’t who you believed them to be? He may not be a saint, but she’s not cut out for heaven either.

ได้โปรดอย่าทำให้ความรักของเรา เป็นดั่งโศกนาฏกรรมของจูเลียตเลย Please don't make our love like the tragedy of Juliet "ได้โปรดพระผู้เป็นเจ้า ช่วยบอกข้าที ข้าจะต้องทำอย่างไรให้ความปรารถนานั้นเป็นจริง? มันช่างเป็บปวด ทรมานและทำได้เพียงร่ำไห้กับท้องฟ้ายามค่ำคืน หากแม้ว่าคำสาบานแห่งรักนั้นยังไม่แน่นอน ข้าก็ไม่มีอะไรจะเสียอีกต่อไปแล้ว" ครั้งสุดท้ายที่เห็นหน้ากันคือเราเพียงแค่จูบลา ครั้งสุดท้ายที่ยิ้มให้กันคือเราเพียงแค่กำลังโกหกผู้คนมากมาย ครั้งสุดท้ายที่เราจับมือกันคือตอนที่เขานั้นกำลังทุกข์ใจ แต่ไม่ว่าจะครั้งไหนก็ตาม เราก็ไม่เคยแม้แต่จะบอกว่ารักกัน ...จนกระทั่งวินาทีสุดท้ายก็ตาม...

UNFINISHED MISSION He works for the law. She work against the law. He's the definition of a gentle man. She's hot and dangerous. His brains works like an Alien. She's just a perfect con artist. Women are like a distraction to him. She detest men. Call him Dennis brownstone. She's scarlet Roland Just one mission brought them both together. What is the mission and why was it unfinished?

The stepfather's gaze has recently become increasingly spine-chilling, like the sticky tentacles of an octopus clinging to me. Stan Wallace appeared like a hero, saving my life and giving me a sense of security, as if I had grabbed onto a piece of driftwood in a stormy sea. I relied on Stan Wallace, taking advantage of his sense of justice and kindness, hiding under his not-so-robust wings time and time again, barely surviving.

She is Kiara Monera—New York’s Ice Queen, an award-winning CEO who built an empire from nothing. Ruthless. Brilliant. Untouchable. She doesn’t believe in luck—only in power, control, and winning. He is Silva Blackwood—the heir to the Blackwood dynasty, feared and desired in equal measure. Arrogant. Dangerous. A man who has never been told “no.” They were supposed to marry. Not for love, but for legacy, power, and bloodlines. But Silva would rather die than marry a woman like her. And Kiara? She would never beg for a man’s love. Yet one reckless night in a dark club changes everything. A kiss that feels like war. A night that feels like surrender. And a consequence neither of them can ignore. Now, she carries a secret that could shatter her empire. And he carries a rage that could burn the world. Bound by betrayal, pride, and a baby they never planned, Kiara and Silva are forced into a dangerous marriage where passion and hate blur into obsession. But in a world where enemies wear smiles, secrets can kill, and love feels like the ultimate weakness— Can two people who would rather destroy each other than submit… Survive being tied together forever?