Pampering Myself Quotes

"I am your weakness. I can do anything to hurt you, even if it includes harming myself — I will do it. Even if I will have to die to shatter you, I will die. That's how much I hate you." Some things are better unknown. Faith was living her mediocre life at her best. The most she had to worry about was school and her jobs. But things changed in a matter of a night... One day, she had everything - family, friends, a house, and a very typical everyday life.... the next day, everything is gone and now she is running in circles - trying to catch what she can. Now it is not just about living, it is about surviving. And to do that, she needs Mateo... ....... Mateo is a man built of stone. Faith is a clueless young woman searching for her reputed guardian after a tragedy strikes that leaves her all alone. In search of answers, she finds so much more, about Mateo, her family, and herself. He calls her a clueless foxy, she calls him flesh over concrete.

When my husband threatened me with divorce for the hundredth time, demanding I sacrifice myself for my sister, I did not cry or make a scene. I simply signed my name on the divorce papers and willingly handed over the man I had loved for ten years to my sister. A few days later, my sister spoke recklessly at a banquet and offended a powerful family. Once again, I stepped forward to take responsibility, bearing all the consequences in her place. When they later proposed that I become a test subject for my sister's drug research, I gladly accepted. Mom and Dad said I had finally grown into someone mature and responsible. Even my cold husband stood by my hospital bed and, for the first time in so long, gently stroked my cheek. He said tenderly, "Don't be afraid. The experiment won't be life-threatening. When you get out, I'll cook you a big meal." However, he did not know that regardless of whether the experiment was dangerous or not, he did not have to wait for me because I was already dying from a terminal illness.

On our third mating anniversary, I was shocked to discover that my mate Ethan Rivers had been spending nights with his childhood sweetheart, and even the mating certificate he gave me was fake. When I confronted him about it, Ethan coldly accused me of being ungrateful. "I performed the mating ritual with Bella to help her deal with her family's pressure to mate. How can you be so selfish?" "It's not like I don't love you. It's just a mating certificate - why are you making such a big deal out of it? I was planning to perform the real ritual with you this year, but I never expected you to be so greedy. Aria, you really disappoint me." I blocked him completely, and he immediately took Bella on their honeymoon. Five years later, we reunited at an elite pack gathering. His pack was thriving, and beside him stood Bella Rose, adorned in jewels with a perfect smile. Seeing me crouched on the ground searching through cake scraps in the trash, he clicked his tongue impatiently. "Look what you've become after leaving me. You scorned the fake certificate back then, but now even if you threw yourself at me, nobody would want you!" "For old times' sake, if you kneel down and apologize to Bella, I might let you come back as our servant." I had no time to deal with him. My son had mischievously hidden my eighty-million-dollar mating ring in some cake, and I needed to find it quickly. Otherwise, when his father arrived, the little one would be in trouble again.

A group of unexpected guests suddenly barged into my relative’s funeral. The woman, Xena Carter, leading them claimed to be my husband’s girlfriend and declared that she was here to punish me, the supposed mistress. Out of respect for the funeral, I did not want to make a scene, so I calmly suggested she wait until it was over. But out of nowhere, she lashed out and ordered her group to shred all of my clothes. My relatives around us did nothing and watched coldly as it happened. I calmly dusted myself off, stood up, and led her over to the urn. "This urn for my mother was bought by your boyfriend. It cost nearly a million!" As expected, the mistress flew into a rage, smashing the urn to pieces. "You shameless family of lowlifes! Don’t think you’ll get a single cent from my boyfriend, even in death!" What she did not know was that when I said "mother," I was referring to my husband’s mother, my mother-in-law. She was causing a scene at my mother-in-law’s funeral, and she had just smashed her urn to pieces.

My sister stole my husband, caused the death of my son, and took my place as a loving wife. But I won't always be the weak, pathetic, abandoned Eleanor they knew. I will rise from the ashes, build myself up, and come back as their worst nightmare. What I experienced, I will give back threefold. Starting from redeeming my image, taking my husband back, and putting my sister in her place.

I balled my hands into fists and chunked my shoe at him. A little drastic, but called for in the heat of the moment. Madden chuckled and lunged for me, tossing me over his shoulder. My body blazed like an inferno from the feeling of his fingers against my bare thighs. Every innocent touch he'd given me over the years meant nothing, because the rough skin of his palm soared me over into oblivion. I felt so undone I didn't realize he'd walked us all the way into my room until he tossed me face first onto my bed. Before I could defend myself, I felt his palm come down sharply on my butt cheek. A gasp broke from me, and my fingers tightened into the covers. Heat swarmed my cheeks and nerves skated down to the throbbing juncture between my thighs.

Growing up, she was accustomed to having her heartbreak severally because of her Congenital Heart Disease. What she did not expect was for her to still get heartbroken immediately after she got her heart treated by those she trusted the most. To escape from the pain of the heartbreak, she made a decision that changed her life in an unprecedented way. *** This is a story that will take us on the journey of how Lorel, who was ignorant of how important her existence is to the supernatural world and at the same time dangerous to her very being. How will she survive it all when even her predecessors were unable to survive the dangers of being the BLUE BLOOD. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~he is one of the oldest of their kind and also the most dangerous of them all. Once he set his eyes on a prey, he does not relent until he gets hold of them, and right now, judging from your encounter with him a few minutes ago, you are his newest prey.” I took a step back out of fear and finally realized why I was feeling that way towards him. It was because he was dangerous. What have I gotten myself into? Why did I decide to drown myself in alcohol tonight and ended up getting myself in this predicament? Not knowing what to say or do, “I…w…why? Why am I his prey? I did nothing wrong to offend him. So why would I be his newest prey?” I stammered and bombarded him with questions. “You will have to figure that out yourself.” His eyes were focused on me as though he was trying to figure me out. Ps - You can also check out my other book; The silver wolf and show your support. XOXO.

Shifters are off limits. But for this hot single father, I’ll break all the rules… Inside the classroom, I have plenty of rules. Outside the classroom, I only have one—don’t date shifters. That includes the single father of my new kindergarten student. But limiting myself to sideways glances at Bratt’s powerful muscles is proving impossible to do. I, of all people, should know better. Until recently, humans and shifters weren’t even allowed to be together. Not to mention I could lose my job for dating a student’s parent. And if anyone found out that I’ve already been bitten once and how badly that ended, I could be run out of town all over again. My heart is telling me that Bratt’s different. But if I give in to temptation, there are those who want to keep us apart. By any means necessary…

Five days before my wedding, a group of MadeMen drag me to an underground casino. "I'm the fiancé of Lorenzo Gambino, Don of the Gambino family and Gambino Corporation! Think of the consequences you'll face if you dare touch a hair on my head!" My stern warning is met by mocking laughter. I curl up in agony under the brutal blows of their baseball bats; they pierce my ankles with sharp blades, severing my tendons. I gather the remnants of my consciousness to shield my abdomen, where my and Lorenzo's child grows. Lorenzo finally arrives with hired mercenaries. He razes the underground casino to the ground and saves me. I lie on the hospital bed and force myself to hang on. I don't want to end up in a coma. Unexpectedly, I overhear Lorenzo's conversation with a doctor. "It's not too late to operate, Boss. If we delay this any longer, Ms. Jones won't be able to stand anymore! There are many other ways for you to marry Ms. Valente—why did you have to do this to Ms. Jones?" "Being crippled is the only way Renee will obediently accept my and Kelly's child. I can keep a cripple by my side but not a troublemaker. Kelly values ceremony more than anything—I promised her I would give her a perfect wedding," Lorenzo says coldly. "But… Ms. Jones is pregnant. She's four months along…" "Make her miscarry, then." Tears stream down my face without anyone noticing. It turns out no one wants to bless the wedding I've been looking forward to. If so, any woman who wants to be Lorenzo's wife can have him. He's just a small mafia boss, anyway. I'm going back to being the heiress of the East Coast mafia's Don. I'll be the queen of my own life.

Blair is the wild child of a successful IT developer and a perfectionist socialist mother. Everyone in their circle has their life designed for them except Blair, who even in college didn’t know what she wanted to be. A one night stand leaves her pregnant, and she finds out the father is not who he seems to be. It was supposed to be one night for Alpha Lucian, he didn’t even bother asking for her name but he couldn’t get her out of his mind and he plans on keeping her by his side, no matter what it takes. When he finds out she is having his child, it just makes his ploy easier. But he should know, what you see is not what you get when it comes to people. And maybe her small town of rich socialists have more to it than what meets the eye. They certainly have skeletons in their closets. Just how scary are they? EXCERPT: “This is your fucking fault!” I scream at the suited man standing in front of me. I would normally pride myself with being a level headed person. His little amused smile on the other hands makes me want to tear through his skin until there is nothing but bones. “I never wanted any of this. I don’t want you, get that through your thick skull.” He takes a step forward and all the other colorful words I planned to haul at him disappear from my brain. This, this is exactly why I can’t stand the man! He is insufferable and I hate that I want him so much. My body aches with the need whenever he is near. “Why don’t you repeat that? Directly to my face.”