Pictures Of Chica

"Honey, happy birthday," I said, smiling and holding up the cake that was in transparent packaging. I saw his face darken without any emotion; he gave me a good stare and turned to his secretary, who was watching the drama the whole time. "Get this woman out of here." I heard his cold voice as he gave out the order. I was used to his harsh cold words, but for some reason, it hit me harder than it had ever done before. Samantha Anderson was denied, betrayed, and divorced by her husband, leaving her to crash and burn. Enraged she had a silly one-night stand, only to discover that he was the CEO of Jewel conglomerate, the very man seeking to destroy her ex-husband. She didn't want no part in the scheme, but when he discovered her ex husbands part in her past. What would she do? Would she go through with the revenge or would she take her ex-husband back? Delve in!!!!

He had promised that he would love her forever and be faithful to her. However, after they get married, he didn't keep his promise, treated her with indefference. She was pregnant, but he asked her to abort the child. He said, "I married you for your family's property, I won't divorce you. To be honest, I've already got tired of you." Raging fire was burning beside her.... she was in danger. He turned around and cuddled his lover, disregarded that she was dying....... What will she do to their child? Will she abort it or accept her fate? Will she ever forgive him? What will be here future?

"Brother, please spare my life!" Sera cried out. She kneeled and bowed down to show sincerity but her brother's eyes did not show any emotion. "There is no mercy for traitors, Sera. That's the family motto, remember?" Xander's voice was stern and filled with contempt. "I didn't do it! I don't even know what the Duchess looked like!" She was desperate but none of her family members even tried to listen to her. "We shouldn't have accepted you. The prophecy was true when it said that you will only bring tragedy to this family!" Her father's voice was filled with rage. All her life, all she asked was to be acknowledged. All she wanted was to feel the warmth of a family. Was it too much to ask for? "I wish I was never born," she mumbled. "Prepare to die, Seraphina. This is the punishment for taking my mother's life." Xander lifted his sword and drops of blood splattered when the blade cut through Sera's head. "Sera!" Seraphina jolted when she heard her mother's voice. Her eyes grew wide when she saw the familiar small room and she immediately touched her neck to confirm that her head was not severed. What happened? Why am I back to my ten-year-old self?

Elisa's day was already sucking, she had been fired from her job as a waitress for throwing a glass of beer at a customer - for the fourth time -, her rent was late and if that wasn't bad enough that day she had forgotten her wallet at home, but when the crazy man who ran her over asks her to have his child, she decides that the universe is clearly pulling her leg. Why, after all this is definitely crazy, she couldn't just accept a crazy request like that, could she? Anthony wanted a child, but had no intention of having a wife, because when you grow up a world like his "trust" is a word that doesn't exist. He was still thinking of a way to solve this problem when the answer literally threw itself in front of his car. Two people with very different worlds and goals, but united by a contract and maybe a feeling.

"Betrayal is a sin, flower," He murmured near my ears, his arctic orbs whisking the warmth of my flesh against his. A course of harrowing singeing fire drifted down my body from the swell of my breasts to my heated core. My nerves screaming with torturous touch of his skin against mine, I couldn’t think for he had me confine in his arms. Brutally, he swept his tongue under the rim of my ear whilst my breath hitched and my tears become uncontrollable. The blood seeped through the cut I gifted him with as he inflated every bit of my scent I had to offer. His filthy tongue leapt across my lower lip with hellish slowness. The bond tempted me to submit to him. "I do not yearn to hear your cries, Katarina. Worship me with your moans." He commanded and I closed my eyes tightly not wishing to swim in those ocean pools of his. Their intimidating tone of his made me want to submit fully to him, to hand over the reins of my soul in his fists. Tears streamed down my face. "F-Forgive me, Xerxes." I stammer softly unable to face his wrath for I knew he was just playing with me, toying with my emotions before he punish me for deeds I've done. Xerxes cruelly grasped my wrists whilst locking them above my head so he could fully discern my naked flesh. "Forgive you?" He mocked, his eyes holding mine into a captivating grip as he licked his lips. "You let another male touch what belonged to me, tell me, flower, why must you test me like this.” I gulped unable to meet his gaze. He chuckled dryly. “Spread your legs, Katarina. The nectar I’m craving is between your legs.”

She thinks she is a monster but when the vampire council asked her to run she didn't think twice about accepting it, having wanted to be accepted all her life. He was supposed to be dead and when Zander decides he will destroy Claudia, he shows up out of the blue to help her. Can they defeat Zander and save Claudia or will her last dance be the dance of roses?

“Beg me to lick you, malysh.” There was no way in hell I’d beg him. But that was until his finger slid into my pussy, stretching me at a deliciously slow curl. “Please.” I whimpered, trembling. “Say it like you mean it, baby.” “Lick me, please,” I panted. It was hard not to with the way his finger was curling inside me, hitting my g-spot repeatedly. °•°•°• Do you crave men who dominate every room they walk into? Men who won’t hesitate to destroy anyone who dares threaten what’s theirs? Men as lethal as they are possessive, yet drop to their knees for the one woman who sets their cold hearts on fire? Meet the Kings of the Bratva—ruthless, dangerous, and utterly unstoppable. From brutal assassins to stolen brides, these stories will drag you into a world of forbidden love, raw passion, and unrelenting danger. Arranged marriages, deadly betrayals, and second chances that will shatter your soul—these men live by their own rules, and their women? They’re the ones bold enough to break them. Love isn’t soft here—it’s a war, a fire that consumes everything in its path. These men will fight, kill, and burn for the ones they claim. The Kings of the Bratva don’t just promise passion—they deliver obsession. Are you ready to meet them?

Susan i, a young woman in her early twenties, finds herself in a situation where she is the youngest and only girl among her siblings. Despite her efforts to fit in, she often feels overshadowed by her brothers and their preferences. She has a loving and attractive boyfriend who has gained her parents' approval, and she believes her life is on the right track. However, everything takes a drastic turn one fateful night. When faced with a deteriorating life that she once tolerated, what steps can she take to find a way out?

Lain Navier Edevane, an assassin haunted by his past, is on a dangerous mission to avenge the brutal murder of his family. Assigned by the dark tide, an organization that controls assassins worldwide, he has no choice but to carry out their evil commands. Galen, Lain's superior, hands him a picture of a girl, instructing him to eliminate target 0351. Lain, with a smug expression, asks when she should be killed. His superior warns him not to underestimate her, as she is no ordinary girl. Lain has one hour to complete the mission, knowing that failure is not an option, as it would cost him his life. Galen handed Lain a picture of a girl. Lain frowned, disliking dirting hands. His superior ordered him to eliminate target 0351, warning that she was not an ordinary girl. Lain asked when she should be killed, and was given an hour. Failure meant death. Lain recognized the supernatural nature of his target, but his tracking abilities made finding her easy. In the club, he spotted the only redhead. In the dim light, Lain drew his dagger and approached the drunk girl with precision. As he was about to stab her, their eyes met and something awakened within him. “MATE!”

I had been secretly in love with my childhood friend for nine long years. When we finally got married, my family and friends thought I was the happiest person in the world. After I became pregnant, he used the excuse of "helping an old classmate" and invited the most beautiful girl from our class into our home. During the worst of my pregnancy, when nausea and exhaustion hit hardest, he took her to the hospital, made crafts with her, and watched sunsets with her. He even had the guts to accuse me of being small-minded and petty and acting like a bitter, jealous wife. Only then did I realize that it was just my foolish fantasy that I lived my dream of marrying my childhood sweetheart and had a happy life. I let go of the love I had for him and of the future I thought we would share. Now, however, he was the one who regretted it.