Lirik Say Something

Does true love exist? Without love, IS a life worth living Ect... So many possible answers but without an ounce of certainty but one thing IS certain "You can never trust what you see " something that Caleb, the future king of Azurah, must forget. He tries to answer his two questions After having chased away the one he loved above all, for adultery with her little brother, and, his marriage immediately afterward with her sister. " LOVE " with a Capital L IS no longer for her. She has already given enough, but if she had to do it again she would make the same choices that caused her downfall but that allowed her to meet wonderful people, her brothers, to receive the unconditional love of her children To grow up to be feared and respected by herself and nightmares she only has one thing that she would have liked to say 7 years ago " To hell with Caleb " PS: this story comes directly from my imagination the places, the customs, and everything was invented

The King of all, feared from everyone, he was Xavier, Alpha of Blue Moon pack. No one ever dared to cross him. One stare from him and the work he wants to be done is done without any question. She had seen many things that others believe don’t exist, so it wasn’t a surprise when she found out what her mate was, but the hatred couldn’t be controlled. Stella hates him to the core. People say hate and love bring problems and troubles, like spices in food. Stella and Xavier’s life together was just starting. A lot was waiting for them. He howled louder and this time I looked into his eyes just to show that I’m not afraid of him but looks like Moon Godness have planned something else because the moment our eyes met my wolf said a word that was supposed to be good but now it sounded like a curse 'Mate' It was the most unexpected and worst thing ever.

 “Now that I’ve gotten alcohol inside you," he says, "perhaps you can tell me why you’re stalking me.” “I came to seduce you, Mr. Hart." --- On the evening of my boyfriend's twenty-fifth birthday, I caught him kissing my cousin sister. The selfish prick dumped me. He chose her. After everything we've been through together. Now I must have my revenge. Mike stole my heart and betrayed me with my own cousin. They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and I can feel that fury igniting within me. Mike took what mattered to me, and now, I’m going to take something equally valuable to him. Yes, Mike’s father. His single and very rich father. The only person Mike cares about other than himself.  I’ll steal his father’s heart. And I’m going to ruin Mike. Let the game begin.

“Last chance to say no or else you’re going to take every inch of my dick and fuck you until your cunt is so swollen and sensitive for the rest of the week ,” He said, voice dark and frayed. I stared at his dick and really failed to say no. He was so thick,  so veiny and his pink head was glistening with a thick bead of pre-cum. This was forbidden , he was step brother but I couldn't say no. Instead I spread my legs wider, letting him see everything. My cunt was a mess. Soaked and embarrassingly drenched. The lips were swollen and parted on their own, flushed dark pink and the entrance itself was fluttering helplessly, clenching around nothing, begging to be filled, to be stretched around that monstrous thickness until I couldn’t think straight.

I roll my eyes. "Why are you being nice to me? Did your therapist say it was good for your mental health?" *************** Jeanet and James have been together for four almost blissful years. Two years ago, James bumped into his ex-girlfriend and realized he still had feelings for her, but every time Jeanet asked him, he denied this, until one morning when he does something that makes Jeanet finally lose it. She moves out of their shared apartment, but she has nowhere to go. She can barely afford rent with her failed business, and no company wants to hire her due to her past. She ends up forced to work for Damien, the Italian hotshot who barely smiles, who is also her best friend's uncle, and who has always despised her, but she never cared, because she despised him back even more. How are they supposed to share space when they are a true definition of a cat and mouse?

Aurora Clark is a seventeen-year-old teen who shifts to New Orleans. She makes new friends at her new university and falls in love with Jacob on their first meeting. Soon, she finds New Orleans mysterious when the students at her university are getting murdered one after another. On a random night, a vampire attacked her and tried to drink her blood, but Jacob came and saved her. She stepped back as soon as she saw Jacob shifting into a wolf; she gulped in fear because she didn't know he was a wolf. Jacob turns towards her, and she screams and pins herself to the wall. "Don't come close to me!" she panicked. When Jacob tried to say something, it came out as a growl, but in response, she was scared and fainted unconsciously. He stepped close and grabbed her in his arms, looking at her beautiful face. She totally fits in his arms like a baby doll. Will she accept him after truly knowing him?

What if Cinderella's mother didn't die from an illness? What if her father found a way to delay death at a very costly price? What if the delayed death of her mother and the later passing of her father changed Ella from the ways of her up bringing. What if I named this story 'What if' since it's literally a big What if. Trix Williams needs to recreate a famous fairytale story to get some extra credit due to her not do scholarly extracurriculars. She must write an adaptation of a story if her choosing but the only problem is Trix doesn't know what to write. Seeking some clarity Trix asks on of her good friend to give her something to help. And let's just say after the first hit, she started having trouble separating fantasy from reality. Follow Trix as she ventures into her own imagination, on a journey of self discovery. Tricksters are born from chaos, are they not? Or maybe it's the other way around......

I am forced to become the slave of a cruel, dark, and powerful dragon prince from the Raven clan. A misunderstanding pushed my already miserable life into hell. He used me, bullied me, and made me his slave. I cannot live like this, but he will never let me die either. His obsession with me is scary. My misery will make his day. But something changed, and so so did he. The intensity of his obsession increased. He is Raphael Raven. He is a prince. My name is Valarie and I am nobody. This is our story. A time when Dragons rule the world. A place where humans are deemed as silent spectators and have no say in anything. In that world and time, a dark prince is born, to make a place in history, and write his story in blood. "Please, don't " she begged him. "If you think that your innocent act would melt my heart, then you are mistaken. Now strip " Raphael growled, which made her jump with fright.

> “Stay still, Little Thorn… I want to taste you slowly.” His voice was velvet and ruin. His mouth, a weapon. And I—fool that I was—leaned closer. Before death wore a suit and called itself a lover, I used to believe in beauty. Before the blood. Before the runes. Before I painted the image that killed my parents—I believed my art could save me. Now I know better. I was just weeks from graduating when the painting came to me like a fever. I didn’t choose it. I didn’t plan it. My hands moved, possessed, dragging symbols I’d never seen and a face I’d never forgotten—his. Eyes red as wine. A crown pierced with thorns. And a girl in the center… me. Offering herself. I signed it with a mark I didn’t recognize. I sold it to a stranger. And days later, my parents were dead—no wounds, no reason, just... gone. The police said stress. I say fate. Now I’m being hunted by a world I didn’t know existed. Vampires with ancient courts and older grudges. Symbols that whisper in my blood. And Lucien D’Aragon—the vampire who says I summoned him with my brushstroke. That I belong to him. He says I’m his prophecy. His ruin. His Little Thorn. But I’m not just prey. Something is waking in me. Something hungry. Something I was never meant to survive. If I give in, I lose everything. If I fight, I might finally learn the truth. About my art. About my bloodline. About what really happened that night. And why he keeps whispering that I was painted for ruin... but made for him.

They say fated mates are sacred, practically unbreakable. But Aiden wasn’t mine, and I wasn’t his. That didn’t stop me from loving him like he was the last man left in this cursed world. He swore he didn’t need a bond to love me. Said it was pure. Said he’d love me unconditionally. Said he’d choose me—always. But now he’s in our bed, moaning another woman’s name like a prayer. Wearing a forbidden pendant laced in black magic—magic strong enough to block the mate bond so I wouldn’t feel the betrayal. Too late, Aiden. I felt it. Like a dagger slicing straight through my soul. And just as I hit rock bottom, he shows up. A young, enigmatic Alpha—feared, powerful, far too young for me. Alpha Damon. He’s asking questions about illegal mate bond magic. Magic my husband used to cheat without consequences. Magic that ties back to a dark conspiracy. Turns out, my perfect little marriage is just the rotten tip of a magic-smuggling empire. Damon wants my help. Needs me close. Says I’m the only one who knows enough to crack this wide open. But every time he says my name, something in me stirs, something I swore was long dead. I shouldn’t want him. I couldn't him. He’s too young. Too dangerous. Too…everything. But goddess help me—he’s the first man who’s ever looked at me like I wasn’t something broken. Like I wasn’t disposable. Like I was worth fighting for.