Mother Son Tattoo

Pendant les deux années de vie conjugale, son mari est rentré à la maison moins de dix fois.La dernière fois qu’il est rentré, il a demandé le divorce.Anne Dupont, découragée, a eu un accident de voiture inattendu. Quand elle a repris connaissance, elle était atteinte d’amnésie, une perte partielle de la mémoire !Elle n’était plus amoureuse et a cessé de s’accommoder de tout. Dorénavant, elle est redevenue la petite princesse de la famille Dupont, la plus riche du pays.Elle était devenue arrogante et autoritaire face aux salauds. De plus, elle était spécialisée dans le traitement de toutes sortes de calomnies.Un journaliste lui a demandée dans une émission : « Madame Anne, j’ai entendu dire que votre mariage est rompu à cause d’une autre femme ? » Anne a souri d’un air indifférent : « Je ne manque pas d’hommes. Puisqu’elle veut prendre ce mec, je laisse tomber. »Les gens n’ont vu que Louis Grolleau, l’ex-mari d’Anne, dont le visage semblait s’assombrir et les yeux rougir.

My son is dead. He dies in a cramped toilet cubicle after having his skull smashed in. My husband, the school principal, arrives on the scene. The first thing he does is carry his true love's son, the one who killed my son, into an ambulance. They hurriedly leave. Before his death, my son tells me, "Don't cry, Mom. I'm not sad that Dad doesn't believe me. It's enough that you do…" I call Joshua Tucker during my son's funeral. He roars angrily, "Kenny had to get two stitches on his arm because of your son! If you keep pestering me like this, I'll beat him up when I get home!" My son? I look at the gaping hole in my son's head, the one that won't ever bleed anymore. I shut my eyes. Yes, he's my son. My son is dead, Joshua. From now on, there's nothing between us.

WARNING!! MATURED CONTENT [SPG-R18] When Kate's family was completely in debt, her father thought that Kate could raise their company again by marrying their business partner Mr. Halerio "Dos" Madrigal. Kate just wanted to save her younger sister so she agreed to his father's will. But there's something that she can't forget about Dos, the way he touch her and make her pleasured. All she wanted was to be free from her father and to be with her sister and live a beautiful life together.

I had promised my son that when he turned three, the three of us would go to the amusement park together as a family. But he never lived to see that birthday. My husband, Daniel Shaw, who was a perfect match for the bone marrow transplant, disappeared just before the surgery—phone off, leaving no trace. Without him, our son lost his last chance at survival. When Daniel finally came home, he asked, "Where's our son? Weren't we supposed to take him to the amusement park for his birthday?" Then his eyes fell on the urn. That was the moment he truly lost his mind.

WARNING: Erotica, steamy, explicit contents and adult languages. --------------------------- Aso’t-pusa, away-bati.  At kahit  magkasama mula pa pagkabata, hindi magkasundo sina Helga at Craig Alastair. Si Craig kasi, magnanakaw—magnanakaw ng halik at lakas pero alam niya na may picture ng ibang babae ang binatang bilyonaryo  sa wallet nito.  Ano siya, panakip-butas? Hindi free taste ang beauty niya, ‘no? Mas gusto pa niyang maglaho sa San Luis at tumandang dalaga!  ************ Maraming babaeng nagkakagusto kay Craig naka-diaper pa lang siya. Kaya hindi rin niya maintindihan kung bakit matapos i-Mukbang ni Helga ang kanyang alindog, bigla na lang siyang nilayasan at iniwan sa gitna ng kama nang walang saplot. After two years, nang bumalik, daig pa niya ang nasumpa: mas sexy na ito, lalong gumanda, medyo classy na rin pero kasing tapang pa rin ni Gabriela Silang kahit walang hawak na tabak. Parang gusto na lang niyang magpa heart transplant  makalimutan lang ang babaing nanakit sa puso niya.  Pero paano niya yon gagawin kung nagkusa pa siyang ialok  dito ang lahat ng meron siya at may freebie pa—ang puso niya na puede nitong paglaruan? Posible bang maging matimbang ang pag ibig sa babaing kinain ng galit at paghihiganti at gagawin ang lahat para sirain ang buhay niya?

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY DISTURBED BY MATURE THEMES. BLURB: “Oh…” I moaned before I could stop it. “Sorry…” I whispered steadying myself, but what he said next knocked the breath from me. “I’m sorry, Sienna. I couldn’t hold it anymore.” He grabbed me and lifted me onto the nearest freezer. His lips crashed into mine, hot and hungry. My stomach twisted with excitement. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair. Our tongues moved fast, like we were devouring each. I lifted my hips from the freezer, rubbing my soaked pussy against his hard groin. My jumpsuit clung to my body, thin enough to feel everything. “Sienna…” he groaned. “Please… touch me,” I whispered against his mouth. ____ One night, one forbidden taste. She sucked off a stranger in a dark club, recklessly. What she didn’t know? He was her fiancé’s father. What he didn’t know? She was his future daughter-in-law. But then they met again, in daylight, around family. The fire was still there, burning hotter than ever, even though everything around them said “NO” to continue. He knew he was off-limits. She knew she should have run. But when lust turned into obsession, could either of them stop before it destroyed them all?

J’ai passé six mois et plus de 20 000 € pour planifier des vacances familiales. Cependant, lorsque la première amoureuse de mon compagnon, Victoria, a appris notre voyage, elle a supplié à nous rejoindre. Alexandre n’a pas hésité. Il a annulé ma place dans le convoi protégé et lui a donné ma place. Il m’a forcée à voyager seule à travers le territoire mortel de la Meute d’Ombre - un trajet de trente-six heures où trois loups étaient morts le mois dernier. Toute la famille a soutenu la décision d’Alexandre sans penser à ma sécurité. Alors j’ai changé mes plans de voyage. Je suis partie vers le nord au lieu du sud. J’ai passé trois mois à m’amuser, ignorant leurs messages de lien mental. C’est à ce moment-là que la famille a commencé à paniquer...

Mariée depuis trois ans, je suis très à l'aise avec le statu quo. Mon mari était doux et attentionné, émotionnellement stable. Et nous n’avons jamais eu de disputes. Malheureusement, j’ai vu mon mari, qui était toujours introverti et doux, bloquer sa bien-aimée dans un coin en demandant avec colère : « Au début, c'était ton propre choix d'épouser une autre personne, tu n’as donc pas le droit de me demander maintenant ! » Je me suis rendu compte qu'à l'origine, quand il aimait vraiment une femme, il serait tellement passionné. Ensuite, j’ai choisi de divorcer, de partir et de m'évaporer. Beaucoup de gens disaient que Cédric Baudet était fou, car ce dernier me cherchait désespérément dans la Ville J. Il était si calme et si sûr de lui, comment pouvait-il être fou ? Il serait moins possible qu’il devienne fou pour moi, son ex-femme sans valeur. Plus tard, quand il m'a vue à côté d'un autre homme, il m'a serré le poignet, les yeux écarlates, en me suppliant humblement : « Chloé, j'ai eu tort, tu reviens à côté de moi, d'accord ? » C’était alors que j'ai compris qu'il n'y avait pas de rumeurs aveugles dans le monde extérieur. Il était vraiment fou.

« Moi, Leila la sans-loup, je te rejette, Alpha Tatum, comme mon compagnon et je déclare que tu n'es plus mon Alpha ! Tu es libre de rester avec elle. » « Leila... Je croyais simplement que... » « Ne réponds pas ! Où étais-tu quand j'ai appris la nouvelle de notre enfant ? Avec elle ! Où étais-tu quand j'ai été kidnappée ? Avec elle ! Et aujourd'hui ? Tu l'as emmenée à l'hôpital, me laissant me vider de mon sang dans la rue. Et maintenant, tu me demandes pourquoi je ne t'ai pas dit que lorsque tu es parti ce jour-là, tu ôtais la vie de notre enfant ? » Toutes ces années d'amertume et de douleur accumulées ont explosé en Leila. Devant elle se tenait son Alpha, son époux, son premier et unique amour, son sauveur... et aussi l'homme qui l'a poussée en enfer de ses propres mains.

On the day our son, Lucas Smith, turned one month old, my husband, Xavier Smith, learned that his precious childhood sweetheart, Wendy Xander, had been kidnapped. The kidnappers made an outrageous demand. They wanted him to personally cut off our son’s legs. He acted indifferent, as if it didn’t matter. But behind my back, he drugged my drink with a heavy dose of sleeping pills. Dazed and barely able to stay awake, I forced myself toward the nursery. That was when I overheard his conversation with his bodyguard. “Mr. Smith, there’s a good chance Miss Xander staged this whole kidnapping. Are you really going to do this? What if something happens to Lucas?” “It’s just a kid. If he dies, he dies. “Even if this is all fake, I won’t take a single risk when it comes to Wendy.” My hands trembled as I gripped the doorframe. So this was what I meant to him. Eight years together. His own flesh and blood. And none of it mattered more than Wendy.