Navajo Bolo Tie

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] BDSM. NO CHEATING! My wedding was a day I looked forward to the most throughout my teen. I couldn't contain my joy at the prospect of marrying the man who had been the object of my affection for such a long time—my future husband. But who would have thought I was merely a naive girl believing we shared similar emotions? My entire world came crashing down when my wedding night turned out to be the most horrifying night of my whole life. **** "Untie these cuffs!" I was in so much pain that I couldn't move, nor could I bear it any longer. "Why on earth would I do that? We aren't yet finished here." His tone was hostile. “What?” I was shocked beyond belief. He reached out and grabbed me by the restraint he had used to tie me up and pulled me closer to himself. Then he stroked my cheeks soothingly while staring me dead in the eyes. “Oh, honey. We have not yet had our first night!!"

Une Dette de Sang Le parfum et la poudre ont remplacé l'odeur de la mer et de la peur. Ariana, désormais icône absolue, sourit sous les flashs. Mais chaque sourire est un coup de couteau qu'elle retourne dans sa propre plaie. Car sa gloire, elle l'a bâtie avec l'argent de Nikos Laskaris. Un homme qui ne pardonne pas. Un homme pour qui l'honneur se lave dans le sang, pas dans l'or. Il l'a retrouvée. Et il ne veut pas son argent. Il veut ce qui ne se rembourse pas : sa trahison. La dette est passée du matériel au personnel. Elle est devenue une dette de sang. La chasse est ouverte. Et au sommet de l'Olympe de la mode, Ariana sent déjà le goût du fer sur sa langue.

At my wedding with my childhood sweetheart, Zoe Sutherland, I see live comments in front of my eyes all of a sudden. "This is so funny! The male supporting lead doesn't even know that the bride is a fake one! The actual female lead, Zoe, is actually keeping the male lead company in the hospital!" "It doesn't matter who the bride is! The female lead just wants to get married for the sake of her company's funds! After all, this story is about childhood sweetheart losing to the true love who's come out of nowhere!" "The female lead will end up screwing the male supporting lead's life over. Jeez, now I feel a little bad for him." Concealing the shock in my eyes, I go through the rest of the wedding while pretending to be kept in the dark about the truth. I don't want to become the stepping stone that will tie the two main leads together as the cannon fodder who dies a horrible death. Since Zoe doesn't want to marry me at all, I might as well marry the fake bride for real.

Rio is an orphan, wandering alone in hunger on the phenomenal street of Mexico. A theif. Not when adolescence hit her, and so the cruel world becomes her den. A night angle that captures many hearts, allure men in dark suits, and havoc on Adam's blood. A mask woman on a pole. But when she is offered by a mysterious gentleman to be his seductress in a month for a million dollar and more, is she prepared for the private dance he is asking for? A multi-billionaire glorifying her existence. A price pool that no one can take down. A steamy nights they could have shared. But like her, he is a mask man who had her on his mercy. Rio is bounded, but is she willing to tie the knot with the man whom she never had the chance to get a flicker of himself? A man who thinks he can see through her, when he couldn't. For Rio isn't just a seductress. She is an asset, and all were plans set to capture the merciless killer wandering in Mexico for so long. By hook or by crook, it's either love or…. death. A happy-ever-after that never exist. @cycy

No dia em que minha irmã gêmea, Alexia Cavanaugh, e eu completamos vinte e dois anos, eu desmaiei e descobri que tinha câncer em estágio terminal. Ignorando a recomendação do médico para ser internada, saí do hospital. Tudo o que eu queria era passar um último aniversário com minha família, sem preocupações. Mas quando cheguei à festa, uma funcionária me impediu na porta e disse que o local havia sido reservado exclusivamente para Alexia. Pessoas de fora não tinham permissão para entrar. Através do vidro, observei meu irmão segurando o bolo enquanto meu pai colocava um chapéu de aniversário na cabeça de Alexia. Até meu namorado estava lá, sorrindo enquanto ela fazia um pedido. Fiquei parada ali por meia hora, segurando o celular, até que meu namorado finalmente atendeu minha ligação. — Eu estava no hospital agora há pouco. Eu— Ele me interrompeu. — Ophelia, você sempre foi saudável. Hoje era o aniversário da Lexi. A gente conversava depois. Mas aquele dia não era meu aniversário também? Minha mãe morreu ao me dar à luz. Mais tarde, o médico explicou que eu havia absorvido mais nutrientes no útero, deixando Alexia frágil desde o início. E, assim, todos decidiram que eu deveria sempre ceder à minha irmã gêmea, que nasceu cinco minutos antes de mim. Amassei o laudo com o diagnóstico de câncer e o joguei no lixo. Cansei de deixar o favoritismo deles me machucar. Nunca recebi o amor deles mesmo. Então, daquela vez, eu escolhi ir embora. Para sempre.

“Uh, sir, maybe it's better for you to get dressed first?" Amy said. “No need, Ms. Brooke. I'm more comfortable this way.” Samuel smiled, pulling Amy's hand so her position was closer to him. “Besides, I won't need the towel for much longer.” Amy frowned to hear that. “What do you mean?” “Please, Ms. Brooke, ah, maybe I should call you Amy instead. After this, we will be more intimate. It will be awkward to call each other by our last name. Agree?” *** Amy Brooke (twenty years old), the eldest daughter of Brooke's family, has everything all women want: youth, beauty, wealth, and a great family. However, she will lose all in an event and changes her life immensely. Samuel Hoffner (thirty five years old), a billionaire, has everything all men want: great looks, wealth, popularity, and power. However, he is an anti-commitment guy. When they will meet each other and tie in a marriage contract, what will happen later? Can Amy make Samuel fall in love with her? Will their marriage survive or will it be only a short-term arrangement?

"I would do anything to have you back, even if it means fighting the Gods" Armando Russo, a name that struck fear into the hearts of many who crossed his path. He strode into the room with an air of confidence that demanded attention, his sharp Italian-cut suit exuding power and authority. His dark, piercing eyes were windows into a calculating mind, a mind that had made him a force to be reckoned with in the world of business and beyond. Weakness? He had none. Until she came into his life- the daughter of his business rival whom he despises the most. Aurora Vero, a name that conjured a different kind of aura in the world of high-profile events. She entered any room with a grace that was both captivating and commanding. Dressed in elegant couture, she wore her status as a badge of honour, but it was her charisma that truly set her apart. With a smile that could light up the darkest corners of a room, she exuded a warmth that belied the fierce spirit within. What happens when such two different personalities are forced to tie a knot? Will Armando accept Aurora as his wife or keep his resentment towards her forever ?

Era meu aniversário. Eu achei que ele fosse me levar à praia para ver os fogos de artifício, mas ele levou outra mulher e a filha dela. — A Bruna tem uma filha, não é fácil para ela. Seja compreensível. Ela não conhece o caminho e tem muita bagagem. Vou levá-las ao hotel primeiro. — Ele falou isso com a maior leveza, como se estivesse explicando algo trivial. Era justamente essa leveza que fazia até mesmo a minha raiva parecer exagerada. Ele colocou as duas no carro, colocou pessoalmente o cinto de segurança da criança e, sorrindo para mim, disse: — Eu já volto, não fica imaginando coisa. Fiquei parada à beira da estrada, vendo eles partirem como se fossem uma família de verdade. A noite caiu, e a brisa do mar estava gelada. Eu ainda estava esperando, até que um vídeo da Bruna apareceu na minha tela. Ele estava abraçando a filha dela, na praia, assistindo à queima de fogos. Aquela cena era a surpresa que eu mesma tinha preparado para o meu aniversário. Nos comentários, só tinha: [São perfeitos juntos, uma família tão feliz] Alguém perguntou por que ele não tinha ido me buscar. Ele sorriu e respondeu: [A Camila tem bom temperamento, ela não vai se irritar] Naquele instante, meu bolo virou uma poça de glacê derretido. No fundo, ele nunca foi verdadeiramente cruel, ele só me tinha por garantida, como se eu o fosse esperar para sempre. Mas ser ignorada com delicadeza por tanto tempo esfriou meu coração. As ondas quebravam na costa, uma após a outra, e com elas se quebravam também as minhas últimas ilusões. Desta vez, eu não vou mais esperar ele voltar.

Résumé : La Sirène et le Centaure Depuis des millénaires, un sang noir et salé coule entre les royaumes de la Terre et de la Mer. Les Centaures des plaines brûlent d'une haine viscérale pour les Sirènes des abysses, qu'ils tiennent pour responsables du grand Déluge qui engloutit leurs ancêtres. Une paix froide et fragile, tissée de mépris, est la seule loi qui prévaut. Éliane, princesse sirène promise au terrible Roi des Abysses, étouffe dans sa cage de corail et de devoir. Sa voix, capable d'apaiser les colères de l'océan, est son plus grand pouvoir et sa malédiction. Kaël, roi centaure et gardien des terres sacrées, porte le poids de sa couronne comme une entrave, son cœur de guerrier assoiffé d'une liberté qu'il ne connaît pas. Mais une prophétie ancienne, oubliée de la plupart, rôde : "L'union de l'Écume et du Sabot fera trembler le Trône des Cieux et précipitera les mondes dans le chaos." Leur amour est une étincelle au-dessus d'un baril de poudre. Lorsque leur secret est découvert, la fureur des dieux et de leurs peuples respectifs s'abat sans pitié. La mer se retire, laissant les royaumes sous-marins à sec. La terre se fissure, avalant forêts et troupeaux. Pour empêcher l'anéantissement total, un prix terrible est exigé : Éliane doit sacrifier sa voix magique, et Kaël sa liberté, acceptant des chaînes éternelles. À l'aube, sur une plage devenue le champ de bataille de leurs cœurs, ils se font face une dernière fois. Un baiser, à la fois doux et désespéré, scelle leur destin. Leur amour était-il une malédiction à éviter, ou la seule prophétie capable de sauver deux mondes qui ne savaient plus que se haïr ?

Rowan Remington finally accepted my marriage proposal.  He told me to dress up, saying he had prepared a surprise for me.  But when I arrived in my finest attire, Rowan did not present himself as the groom.  Turning to my half-sister, Lisa, with a playful smile, he said, “You always complain that weddings are tedious and dull. Today, I’ll show you an interesting one. What do you think?”  Just then, my elder half-brother, Miles, loudly declared, “The wedding is on hold!”  Suddenly, my childhood friend, Nathan Keller hurled a water balloon—prepared in advance—at me and it smashed down on my head, completely drenching me.  Rowan arched a teasing brow at me. “It was just a joke, Tessa. You didn’t actually think I was going to marry you, did you?”  The so-called wedding was nothing more than a farcical performance to entertain Lisa, who was suffering from depression.  As I stood in stunned silence, Rowan chuckled and added, “If you’re that desperate to get married, why not pick someone from the guests and tie the knot right now?”  So, I did.  I walked down the aisle with a new groom in hand.  That’s when they panicked.