Poem About Myself

You're my business, my ASSET I'll keep you and proctect as long as I live in this world even though I put myself in danger.- Rifle Winchester

After dating for seven years, I proposed a hundred and one times to my boyfriend, Jason Brown. However, he always told me that he was not ready, rejecting my proposals. This continued to my 28th birthday. In his suit pocket, I found a ring box. Thinking he was about to propose to me, I was overjoyed. However, to my horror, I saw him going down on one knee to propose to his assistant, Marcella Hopkins. Right before my eyes, he placed the ring I had yearned for so long on her finger. When one of his buddies asked what he planned to do with me, Jason wrapped his arm around his new love and chuckled. "Dude, I don't think I can bring myself to marry a woman who wants to get married that badly. She's so needy. However, if I do get a second wife, I might consider her. After all, she is hopelessly in love with me." He was sure I would wait for him, and he even placed a bet with his friends that I would crash his wedding. However, on his wedding day, I never showed up. Moments before his wedding ceremony was about to start, he suddenly noticed me, fully dressed up in a wedding gown in a separate banquet hall. Seeing me about to marry someone else, he almost went crazy.

“Five good years and you never loved me back. I hate you so much Kurt, and I will make sure you regret this. I promise.” She weeped, drenched in both sadness and anger. Lisa Carter was done with her ex husband, Kurt Briggs. Coming home early that morning to share with him the news of her pregnancy, she met him in bed naked with the lady he told her not to worry about. He lied about loving her, he lied about caring, and he took her for a fool once again. Not anymore, because that heartbreaking scene was all it takes to mold Lisa into someone else. Someone out for revenge, and the destruction of the ex husband who wants her back at all cost. “Kill me, hurt me, destroy me. I really don’t care, what I care about is you loving me again.” He cried out desperately. The beauty scoffed from where she stood, “Too late, Mr Briggs. Already got myself a new man to treat me right.” “That’s right, and I’m the new man.” Kurt’s nemesis showed up from nowhere, placing an arm around his ex wife. Read now to watch drama unfolds, betrayal takes place, and secrets leaked. Because after all, everything wasn’t how it seems to be.

Caspian. Seeing the state of his wife. He grabbed her in his arms, pulled her to him, and hugged her tightly. He kissed her on the forehead and said, looking into her eyes. —Sara, believe me, when I tell you that you are enough for me. with you I can be myself, I have nothing to hide. It's true that I didn't tell you about my tastes. Besides, I was only participating in this game for the morbid pleasure. It was quite satisfying, to a certain extent. I would never force you to participate in one of those games. You are too important to me, I wouldn't want you to get hurt, besides, those sexual games are too extreme. And you're not used to it. —But you like it so much that you used to do it every day, or am I wrong? —I won't deny that I used to do it very often, but after meeting you, I don't like to tease you anymore. He said that while he was biting her neck. Sara was still upset. But she could see the effort Caspian was making to please her. —No more secrets. She spoke. As she pulled away from the man and looked him in the eyes. She added. —If you want, me to forgive you, you are going to tell me everything about you, Including your past relationships. I will also tell you everything about me. Caspian, without thinking, replied.

From New York Times bestselling author Krista Lakes comes a sexy standalone novel about a billionaire and the indecent proposal he gives the local barista. Billionaire CEO Jackson Weathers needs a family for a PR boost, and I've signed a contract agreeing to give him one. A doting girlfriend in public. A wedding ceremony to invite all the socialites to. And finally, a baby for him to parade around, to show he's really a wholesome, down-to-Earth man. I've tried to remain cynical about it. He's going to make all my dreams come true. So what if it's supposed to be a loveless marriage? Only, his tenderness in private has me hooked. The way he kisses me drives me wild. When we make love, I lose myself to him. His body feels like it was meant to be on top of mine, like we fit together like two puzzle pieces. I can't help but begin to fall for him. I can't tell him, or I risk losing everything. And nobody else can find out about our little "arrangement" or it will destroy his reputation. Still, I feel like I have to know how he feels, before the marriage, before the baby, before I give my entire life over to him. Is it still just pretend?

Warning: Rated SPG ⚠️ 🔞 Isang gabi ng kasiyahan ang hindi ko inakalang siyang magbabago ng buong buhay ko. That night I gave myself to him.

I have always been treated as an outcast by my father and even the lowest ranking members of my pack. My name is Skylar, I am from the Crescent pack and my father is the Alpha. I have never shifted before and this has been a major stigma in my life. People see me as weak, shameful and unworthy to be a member of my pack, and even more on worthy to be the Alpha’s daughter. I keep trying my best to prove myself but it’s never good enough. When it seems like things couldn’t get worse for me, everything spiral’s out of my control, not like I had any control over my life anyway. After a masked one night stand with the Alpha of a rival pack, who is known for being ruthless, things become more tormenting for me. I keep trying to beat all odds but it seems like they’re never in my favour, I keep trying to survive but it keeps getting more and more difficult. My only chances of survival are to escape with the little I have. I’m lucky enough to meet other outcasts like myself but like always I am drowned in waves of problems. I keep wondering when I will ever have peace and if destiny has anything good in-store for me. My journey is long, painful and tedious but it will make me discover who I am and how much I am needed to bring stability, not just to my pack but the world. Life may beat me down repeatedly but it can’t break me and I will take my rightful place and everything that belongs to me. I will do everything I can to fulfill the prophesy about me.

He was about to lean in when I put my fingers on his lips to stop him. He looked at me surprised. I too was surprised over my own actions, not only was I turning down something that I wanted, but I was turning the man that I loved down. I knew that it maybe was a once in a lifetime opportunity. He could regain back his past memory and hate me for loving him. On the other hand, it would be a beginning of a great romance, either ways it felt so wrong to do anything with him in his current condition. "We need to bath okay," I said in a whisper. He took a step backward, his eyes slowly roaming all over my body making me uncomfortable. "You don't remember how to do anything right? I asked stupidly trying to strike a conversation with him. "This is crazy," I whispered to myself hopelessly.

On Children's Day, the most popular social media post is about me. The caption is: "Mr. Shane Norton spends his birthday with his son David Norton and his first love, Ruth Feynman. Has he finally decided to divorce Ayla Sanderson?" I quietly press the "like" button. When my phone rings, I'm in the midst of taking down the balloons I put up for our wedding anniversary. "Honey." My husband sounds anxious as he tries to explain himself. "David suddenly insisted that we go to a theme park, so I—" In the background, I hear David laughing. "Dad, Ruthie says that I can sleep with her tonight!" I look at the mess in the house. The balloons are drooping, and the cream on the cake is congealed. "You don't have to explain," I hear myself say. "I understand." It's just that this time, I don't want you or David any longer, Shane.

My parents used the compensation money from my sister's car accident to buy a four-room house, but they only let me stay in the bathroom. My twin brothers, who were not even a year old, each had their own room. When the twins grew up, they got into a car accident. One of them needed a corneal transplant, the other needed a heart. My parents begged me to donate and save them. When I tried to escape, they betrayed me. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back to the time just after my sister's death. I sought justice for my sister and myself, and made my parents pay for what they had done.