Pompeii Song Meaning

WARNING!!! May bembangan dito, bawal sa mga minor.. Iwasang magbasa kung feeling mo, demure ka! Kapag di mo bet, skip mo na lang, pero pag bet mo, eh di go!!! Isang misteryosong lalaki, ang naghanap ng isang babae, para magkaanak naturally. Meaning, eh di ano pa nga ba.. alam niyo na yun!! Kinakabahan si Roselynn habang nakapiring ang kanyang mga mata, at nasa loob siya ng isang mabango, malamig at magandang silid. Bagong paligo siya. Sinabon niyang maigi ang kanyang "bataan!" "Lord, bakit naman kasi ngayon na agad? kung kailan hindi ako nakapag shave?" Saka nanlalamig ang kanyang kamay, ng marinig niya ang langitngit ng pintuan.. "Wag kang matakot, wala akong gagawing masama sayo.." grabe ang boses ng lalaki, parang pang DJ! Sa isip isip ni Roselynn, "eh di wow, ikaw na! bebembengin mo ko, kukunin mo ang virginity ko, tas wala kang gagawing masama? OMG!" "This is it! magready ka na.. aararuhin ka na niya.." kasabay ng isang dalangin na sana, hindi siya masyadong masaktan.

She's too young to know the meaning of love and to fall in love, they say. But Victoria Abbel Stanislaksi knew better. She believes that sooner rather than later, Trevor Dmitri will like her back as long as she shows how persistent she can be, but that was what she thought. After loving him for 10 years, she got hurt and tired of feeling disregarded. Kahit anong paraan ang gawin niya, hindi siya mapansin-pansin ni Trevor Dmitri. Who wouldn't? Despite being handsome and famous, he is snob and a man of few words. However, Victoria as weird as she is, a guy like Trevor Dmitri, makes her turn on, sexually speaking. Not until something happened. She woke up in Trevor Dmitri's room wearing nothing but her birthday suit. At kung kailan niya napagpasyahan na lumayo sa binata, doon naman nagpapakita ng interest sa kanya si Trevor at nagpapatibok muli sa puso niya. He's like a calculus subject to Victoria, hard to understand, but she's willing to take it despite the growing tension between them while discovering the truth behind Trevor's aloofness towards her. Truth hurts, but can she take it all?

We’ve all read the books where the Alpha’s mate is hurt or gets kidnapped and the Alpha has to save them. But what happens when it’s the strong Alpha that gets taken? And something so traumatic happens to him, that he’s left completely broken. Left as only a shell of who he once was. And it’s his Luna that needs to rescue him… Maddox is the Alpha of the Night Wolf Pack. He was once full of life, a jokester and known for pranking his loved ones. Addison is a rare, enchanted witch & his beloved Luna. His pack was once abused and tortured until it’s previous Alpha was killed and it’s people set free. Maddox is now determined to bring peace to his new pack. However, things take a turn for the worst when someone close to the old Alpha seeks revenge. And he plans to take that revenge out on the new Alpha. Finn is an abused pack slave. His only dream is that one day his mate will find him and rescue him. But what happens when his mate wants absolutely nothing to do with him? Will he ever know freedom? Find out, in this journey where they discover what the true meaning of family, friendship, love and loyalty really is. ** Trigger Warning! Abuse, rape, torture. ** This is book 3 of A Broken Alpha series. This book can be read as a standalone.

Abductors bind me in a basement, subjecting me to the torment of dozens. Meanwhile, my husband, Evan Foster, dines by candlelight with his lover, Carmen Locke. My abductors grant me one chance to call for help, and I dial Evan's number. I'm certain he will come for me. I believe Evan would give his life for me, as he once vowed that his future held no meaning without me. Clinging to hope, I call the number etched in my heart. However, Evan scolds me for interrupting their date. "You think I'll come get you? Dream on. Maybe I'll bother to collect your body if you die out there." His words crush me, and I do die. Five days later, Evan stands before the autopsy table, grimacing at the mangled remains before him. Even as the police department's finest forensic expert, having dissected thousands of bodies, he condemns the killer's brutality. Yet, despite his cold dismissal of my desperate plea over the phone, he now wears a look of pity. Evan, if you knew these fragments belonged to me, would you still find me worthy of your compassion?

BLURB : BREAKING: Popular love song Musician Kai Rhodes Involved in Serious Automotive accident. My heart, which had been beating steadily with the purpose of The Crusader, suddenly lurched and stalled. I frantically clicked the alert. The article was a bare-bones summary, but the key was buried deep: Sources confirmed the accident occurred approximately one week ago, and his team has been desperately trying to suppress the news. The severity, which includes a serious, career-threatening injury, has finally leaked due to pressure from his major sponsors. It wasn’t a fresh accident; it was a crisis that had just become public. His team had lost control. I felt a sudden, sickening jolt… not of grief, but of something far colder and more professional. The Critic immediately recognized the opportunity. This wasn’t just traffic; it was a phenomenon. This was the kind of explosive exclusive that could secure my foundation’s future tonight. The thought sent a jolt of exhilaration, a dark, professional thrill that instantly made the idea of a simple “dick appointment” tomorrow feel small and dull. Before I could even process the professional implications, a new, more specific, more focused email notification chimed on my main computer screen. The subject line was simply: RE: Kai Rhodes Coverage. The sender was Ethan Cole. Thirty days of servitude as the personal assistant to the world’s most damaged rock star: Kai Rhodes, her entitled, hostile step-brother, whom she has publicly skewered for five years. Kai is a furious, wounded wreck since his mysterious accident, and he’s trapped on a luxury tour bus with Anya, the one woman who embodies everything he hates. And, when the contract ends, one of them will fall. Which price will Anya ultimately pay: the price of silence, or the price of truth?

Loriah Dee has never truly belonged. Orphaned young, with no family, she clings to the only thing that feels like home—music. Winning a scholarship to one of the country’s most prestigious universities is her one chance to chase her dream of becoming a singer. But campus life brings more than sheet music and rehearsals. It brings Draco Thorne. Draco is the heartthrob of the university—, devastatingly handsome. Only a select few know that he is a werewolf, destined for a Luna chosen by his powerful family. But from the moment he sees Loriah, he wants her. At first, she is just a distraction— a dazzling freshman with innocence in her eyes and the hottest body he has ever seen. Winning her over proves a challenge. Desperate to have her, Draco lies to gain her trust. Slowly, she lets him in. But Loriah’s world comes crashing down one night while working at an upscale restaurant. There, she sees Draco seated at a lavish family dinner, surrounded by wealth and privilege, a stunning fiancée at his side—his future wife. In an instant, every lie begins to unravel. She quietly begins to piece together the truth. Bit. She discovers the deception, the secrets, the double life he has woven around her. She has given everything to him. Her first time, her first kiss, her trust. She had bared her soul to him. But he had left her with nothing else to give, trampling on her love and leaving her to gather the pieces of her soul. By the time Draco realizes Loriah is not just another girl, but the only one he has ever truly loved, she is already gone. And he is left with nothing but regret, longing, and the hollow echo of the song she carried into his life.

I am Seranda Williams the uwanted, born from a lineage of slaves, embedded with the mark of Zeranda cursed god of the souls of the dead. A plague waiting to be eradicated. a plague waiting to be destroyed, a celebration at my death, festivity at the sight of my blood. I stare from the open bars of my home, a crumbling place known to others as a dungeon, but I have called this place home for the last 18 years, today is that day, the long-awaited day of my death. I feel nothing, I have been groomed as a sacrificial lamb. am neither the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. Nothing is there to be felt, I was neither provided information on why I must die, nothing could break me. No, they can't…can they? Neglected separated front all. Groomed as a sacrificial lamb, what was there to hope for? I am not the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. I have lived off scraps of food for the longest time, not like I saw meaning to why I was fed. I was going to be killed either way. I got myself ready, but there wasn't much to be done, I washed my hair with the little water left from the previous day, I have been isolated from humans since my birth. I did not get the chance to be a child like every other kid out there. I was barely given enough to last me for 18 years. The door abruptly opens and hefty men rush in with chains and shackles. “Tie the slave”

Asalea's eyes narrowed. She can guess that the event is a wedding ceremony. So, she will be attending a wedding occasion? "Whose wedding is this?” she asked the man who fetched her. “Yours, Madam.”He said and then got something inside his paper bag. “Please wear this,” the man said handing her a black veil with a tiara in it, beautifully adorned with black diamonds. “What did you say?!” Asalea gasped in surprise. “This is your wedding Madam.” The young man repeated his statement. “Who shall I be marrying?” with narrowed eyes, Asalea asked again. “You will know later on. Please be ready Madam. The wedding march will start.” Then the man step aside and motioned her to walk forward when the wedding march song started to fill the whole astrodome. Asalea does not know if she will follow or will make herself invisible and run. She chose the first. She knows that she will be dead if she will run. At least they will not kill her. Looking at her elegant black gown, her veil with tiara, and the venue of the wedding; she knows she will be marrying someone of a high profile from the Glodeous Kingdom. She can still start her life here and then plan for her revenge later on against the Ecleteon werewolves. With chin held up, Asalea made her graceful walk going to the altar. Getting nearer the altar, she saw the back of a man standing in front. Asalea surmises that he might be her groom. “Hmm, not bad,” she murmured. Slowly the man turned his back and faced her when she was already walking almost beside him. Asalea's eyes grew big when she recognized the man. “Hello, my pretty vampy.” He whispered, intensely looking at her with his ocean-like deep blue eyes.

a heavy burden that I carried for nine long years. It was hard to admit to myself that Carlos Sky never really loved me, despite all the efforts I made to win him over. I even tried to use the divorce and the company he owned, Sky Corporation, as a way to bargain for him to give me attention and love. But he remained indifferent, insensitive to my feelings and my desperate attempts to win him over. It was a moment of great sadness and disappointment when I realized that he never cared about me in the same way that I cared about him. After the divorce, I had time to reflect on what happened and finally realized that the so-called "love" I felt for Carlos Sky was one-sided. I had deluded myself for years, believing that he loved me, when in reality he never showed this feeling for me. The hardest thing was to admit to myself that I loved someone who never loved me back. It was painful to face the reality that all the time, effort, and energy I put into this relationship was for nothing. Learning to let go of this unrequited love and move on with my life was a difficult journey, but necessary for my own emotional health and well-being. Today, I look back with a mixture of sadness and relief. It was a difficult experience, but I also learned a lot about myself and the true meaning of love. I learned that true love is mutual, it involves reciprocity and respect. It is not something that can be forced or won through negotiations.

When 22-year-old Aria, an art student struggling to keep her life afloat, signs a surrogacy contract for the powerful and notoriously private billionaire Luca De Rossi, she expects a simple transaction not a story that will change everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and herself. But what begins as an arrangement soon blurs into something deeper. Luca isn’t the cold man the headlines describe; behind his control and empire lies a heart scarred by loss and trust built on careful walls. And Aria…gentle, stubborn, disarmingly honest starts breaking those walls without meaning to. When a single photograph exposes their secret to the world, the contract becomes a scandal, and Aria becomes the headline: The Mistress, the Billionaire, and the Baby. With the media frenzy threatening everything Luca built and Aria’s pregnancy advancing under relentless pressure, both must decide whether to hide behind duty or fight for a love neither expected. As betrayals surface in the boardroom and Luca’s empire trembles under corporate fire, Aria finds herself caught between the life she left behind and the dangerous world she’s come to belong to. Every choice she makes echoes louder for her child, for her heart, and for the man who swore to protect both. Set against the breathtaking Italian Riviera, this is a story of forbidden love, fierce loyalty, and the courage to stand tall when the world wants you to fall. A romance that begins with a contract… and ends with a fight for forever.