Quinceanera Crowns Near Me

He worshiped her like a goddess. She let another man make her moan. Duncan Moretti had everything—power, wealth, control. Women wanted him, men feared him. But when Aphrodite walked into his world, she didn’t want his money… she wanted his soul. And he gave it to her. Every kiss, every whispered promise, every desperate moan—he thought they meant something. He planned the perfect proposal, ready to give her forever. Until she didn’t show up. Until she arrived hours late—smiling like she hadn’t just crushed him. Until a man walked in uninvited, laughing, calling her home. And when Duncan followed her, broken and burning, he saw it all with his own eyes—Aphrodite naked under another man, moaning his name like she once moaned his. Now Duncan isn’t the man who fell to his knees. He’s the man who’s rising—with revenge in his blood and nothing left to lose. She wanted to be worshiped? He’ll make sure she remembers exactly how it feels.

Naomi Wells was back but she wasn't the girl Derick knew. She was more beautiful, ruthless and won't fall easily for handsome rich guys. In summary, she won't fall for Derick Boone anymore. Derick lost his wife to a misunderstanding. He would do anything to have her back in his life. He would make sure his family his complete again.

She’s done surviving for everyone else. Now she’ll live for herself—even if it kills her. Kylee has always kept her head down. At school, she’s invisible. At home, she’s broken—caught between a stepfather’s rage and a mother who refuses to see the damage. The only way to cope is silence. Numbness. Disappearing. But then Price moves in next door. He’s all wrong for her: too charming, too curious, too determined to see what she’s worked so hard to bury. Still, Kylee can’t help but let him in. And with Price comes something else—something she can’t explain. Scratches on her skin she didn’t make. Whispers in the night she swears aren’t hers. Visions of a girl who looks just like her, begging to be remembered. As her grip on reality frays, Kylee must choose: stay hidden in the shadows of her pain, or face a truth darker than she ever imagined. Because someone is watching her. Someone who wants her to forget. But this time, Kylee won’t be anyone’s ghost. A haunting, emotional slow-burn romance with a twist of the paranormal. Because sometimes the bravest thing a girl can do is write her own heartbeat—and choose to live it out loud.

MATURED CONTENT | RATED18+ | COMPLETED Thunder is an International Model who only focus on his job and to his friends. He doesn't have a lot of time because of his job. Pasikat siya ng pasikat kaya mas lalong dumadami ang offer sa kaniya at tinatanggap niya naman. He loves his job so it's fine with him. Then he met a girl named Yessha, it's his girl bestfriend, friend. Nang nakilala niya ito madalas niya na itong makita kung saan. Then one day Yessha talked to him, she wanted to offer something that unexpected. She wants him to become her partner not in a relationship but Yessha wants him to become her partner in bed. Thunder was literally shocked, akala niya nagbibiro lang ito dahil ilang beses niya na itong nakita na nakikipag usap sa mga iba pang lalaki. But somehow he accepted the offer. He thought that it's just a simple bed partner, pero hindi niya akalain na wala pa itong alam at napakarami nitong hindi alam sa ganoong bagay. Yessha is just a curious girl and wants to explore new things about s*x and adult things Yessha just want a one man that can be her partner without feelings involved. She just want to have some fun and escape to her problems. She wants to escape from reality and do things that she want. But, she will not do it to a lot of men, she just want a one decent man that can agree with her wants, and she chose Thunder. She wants to try it with a celebrity model. Naiisip niya palang ito, na eexcite na siya sa mga magiging karanasan niya at masusubukan.

Untuk kesekian kali Clarissa kesal pada mamanya yang ingin menjodohkan dia dengan anak temannya yang tergolong pengusaha sukses. Clarissa tidak mau menggubris karena melihat pernikahan mama dan papanya yang tidak bertahan dan membuat Clarissa menjadi anak broken home. Dia bertumbuh menjadi gadis yang arogan, mau menang sendiri, dan ingin selalu jadi pusat perhatian. Cinta datang dalam hidup Clarissa. Dia jatuh hati pada dosennya yang memang tampan dan baik, Pak Diaz. Merindukan kasih sayang, Clarissa memgejar dosen pujaannya itu. Sayang cinta bertepuk sebelah tangan, membuat Clarissa hidup tak terkendali. Adimasta, teman Clarissa, mencintainya dengan tulus. Kesabarannya akhirnya membuat Clarissa luluh, perlahan merubah hidupnya yang berantakan menjadi menyenangkan dan tahu arah.

I discover Quilton Fuller's affair before our wedding, so I lie to him about having aborted our child. He hates me for that and gets engaged to a woman who looks just like me. On his wedding day, he video-calls me, wanting to show me his bride. However, he's greeted by the sight of me bloody and battered after being tormented by abductors. I beg him to at least save the baby in my womb, but he says to the abductors, "You'd better kill her and her child."

“Fuck me, Dante.” He was my uncle. Not by blood, but by name, by family, by everything that should’ve kept me safe from him. Instead, it made me his obsession. Dante Martinez—consigliere of the Italian mafia, the man who could dismantle empires with a single glance. One family dinner. One lingering gaze across the table. One move into his penthouse that became my undoing. He warned me not to test him. I ignored him. He promised he’d break me if I kept pushing. I pushed harder. Now I know what it means when a monster decides to love you—when his control snaps and you’re dragged into the darkness he rules. He says I’m his ruin. But Dante was never my salvation. He was always the sin I was born to crave.

What does heartbreak bring to you? Depression, rage, desire to either kill yourself or ruin the person who put you through so much? My heartbreak brought all these negative emotions to me, but I refused to admit defeat. He doesn't want me; fine by me. I don't want him to, either. In fact, the whole world's happiness is for me. I want to show him that I can be happy without you, and that's what I did. To my dismay, he came back crawling to me, asking me for his forgiveness and to accept him again. What should I do now? Should I let him enter my life again or move forward when I have everything that he is offering me now?

"since you can't pay me back what you stole from me, I own your life, all of you," London Malik whispered with a deep smirk at the corner of his lips as he pinned Kimberly to the wall. It was then that her innocent life took a different turn.

He starts nibbling on my chest and starts pulling off my bra away from my chest. I couldn’t take it anymore, I push him away hard and scream loudly and fall off the couch and try to find my way towards the door. He laughs in a childlike manner and jumps on top of me and bites down on my shoulder blade. “Ahhh!! What are you doing! Get off me!!” I scream clawing on the wooden floor trying to get away from him.He sinks his teeth in me deeper and presses me down on the floor with all his body weight. Tears stream down my face while I groan in the excruciating pain that he is giving me. “Please I beg you, please stop.” I whisper closing my eyes slowly, stopping my struggle against him.He slowly lets me go and gets off me and sits in front of me. I close my eyes and feel his fingers dancing on my spine; he keeps running them back and forth humming a soft tune with his mouth. “What is your name pretty girl?” He slowly bounces his fingers on the soft skin of my thigh. “Isabelle.” I whisper softly.“I’m Daniel; I just wanted to play with you. Why would you hurt me, Isabelle?” He whispers my name coming closer to my ear.I could feel his hot breathe against my neck. A shiver runs down my spine when I feel him kiss my cheek and start to go down to my jaw while leaving small trails of wet kisses. “Please stop it; this is not playing, please.” I hold in my cries and try to push myself away from him.