Quotes About Ash Wednesday

Maya looked at the broad back of Alpha Ashton, had not intended to eavesdrop on his conversation with his beta.What was she supposed to do now? She was just a lonely omega who has been enslaved ever since she was a little child.She didn't know anything concerning her life and worst of all, her wolf has not even awakened.But something deep inside told her that if she did not take this step, she will regret for the rest of her life.Thus with all the courage she has accumulated over the years, Maya approached the almighty Alpha Ashton."Alpha, I did not intend to listen to your conversation but..." Maya said with her head lowered."I mean, we can make a deal, how about you take me as your Luna and we can discuss the terms?"Alpha Ashton looked at her with a very dangerous gaze but just as his beta was about to make a move, he stopped him."Okay." He replied.

Jaroch, my mate, had a twin brother, Torma, who was the Gamma of the Shadow Grove Pack. Torma was born with exceptional combat abilities. After Torma died, my mother-in-law, Neradia, feared losing influence in the pack. She forced Jaroch to assume Torma's identity and take over as Gamma. To keep the lie from unraveling, she ordered Jaroch to sleep nightly with his widowed sister-in-law, Lezah, hoping they'd produce a pup. I was furious and protested against it. Neradia slapped me hard across the face. "As long as Lezah doesn't remarry, your husband will continue to be the Gamma. You'll enjoy endless wealth and glory too," she said. I thought Jaroch would refuse, but he had no problem tossing morality aside and getting into bed with Lezah. The worst part was that they flaunted their love right in front of me. When Lezah got pregnant, I decided I'd had enough. I wanted to leave with my daughter, Sylvia Cardin. Instead, Jaroch locked me in a room and went on a family vacation with everyone else but me. That was when a pack of rogues broke into our home. They robbed us, set fire to the house, and were about to kill everyone. I called Jaroch in a panic and begged for help, but he replied in an irritated voice, "Bityah, stop making a scene. Just behave! "Lezah agreed to get along with you. You should learn from her and be more considerate. "From now on, I'll spend Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays with you. Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays are hers." He then hung up. The house burned to the ground, and I died in the fire. He had already severed our mate bond. He didn't even sense that I was gone. Only Sylvia cried out in the flames. "Mommy! Mommy, please don't leave me!"

In my last international car racing championship, the front tire of my car suddenly burst, causing the car to roll over. The cars behind me collided with me one by one. After 99 times, I was unrecognizable from the impacts. Just as I reached out to my boyfriend for help by instinct, he kicked me away, my body covered in blood and flesh. “Don't dirty my newly tailored clothes today.” He turned around, picked up the champion who had just crossed the finish line, and spun her around, smiling and saying: “Sharon, only the championship trophy is worthy of you. I will remove all obstacles for you.” Blood stained my entire body. Watching the two of them embrace as the sun set, I felt numb and desperate. What he didn't know was that among these red stains was the child who had just come into this world. At that moment, I gave up on continuing to love him.

Ivy Cruz is broke, desperate, and out of options. With debt collectors closing in and her brother fighting for his life in a hospital bed, she has no choice but to accept a dangerous deal from the gangster she owes everything to. His demand? Pretend to be the wife of Damon Williams—a cold, ruthless billionaire who was believed to have died in a fire. The offer is impossible to resist. If she plays the part, Ivy can take whatever she wants from Damon, enough to pay off her debts and save her brother. Refusing means certain death at the gangster’s hands. But what Ivy never expected… is that Damon would believe her. Two years ago, Damon lost his wife, Selena, in the fire. Her body was never found. Now Ivy stands before him—identical in every way, down to the secret birthmark only he ever knew. Dragged into a dangerous lie, Ivy becomes the shadow of a woman she never met. Damon, consumed by grief and obsession, is convinced fate has returned his wife to him—and he will never let her go. As Ivy steps deeper into his dark, possessive world, she can’t shake the guilt of living another woman’s life. But with secrets about the fire beginning to unravel, one question burns hotter than the rest: What really happened the night Selena died? And when Damon discovers the truth, will Ivy survive his wrath… or his love? Because when love rises from ashes—it can either heal or burn everything to the ground.

Sa ilalim ng katahimikan ng Hacienda Cortez ay nag-aalab ang apoy ng kasalanan at paghihiganti. Matapos ang limang taon ng paglalakbay sa dilim, bumalik si Don Rafael Cortez, ang pinakabatang pinuno ng sindikatong Cortez, upang ipaghiganti ang pagkamatay ng kanyang kapatid. Ngunit sa kanyang pagbabalik, nakatadhana siyang makaharap ang anak ng kanyang kalaban—Selena Villafranca, ang babaeng may dugo ng kaaway at apoy ng pag-ibig sa kanyang mga mata. Ginawang bihag ni Rafael si Selena bilang kabayaran ng dugo. Ngunit sa bawat gabi ng katahimikan, unti-unting nagbabago ang hangin sa pagitan nila, mula sa galit tungo sa pagnanasa, at mula sa kasalanan tungo sa pagtubos. Sa gitna ng abo ng Hacienda Cortez, kailangan nilang pumili: pag-ibig na magpapalaya o sumpang magtatapos sa kanila.

“Heidi, call me a monster. Call me a beast. Fuck, call me the Devil. It does not change the way I feel about you.” “How about the way ‘I’ feel about you?” I whisper. “This hatred—built from love, passion… trust.” Hunter gently takes my hand and interlocks it with his before placing both on his chest. He then leans down to bump his forehead on mine, making me close my eyes and sigh as it drives in me sensations that cause me to crumble. “I love you, Heidi…” he whispers—doesn’t do good for my eyes bleeding more tears. “…and I will let the world burn for you.” ~ H E I D I I’ve lived twenty-two years but never seen a man like Hunter. He has killed everyone I know and is bound to do more, which is why I’m determined to stop him, if only I wouldn’t have to deal with these emotions—old feelings clashing with new ones; love and hate—that make me want to squash his heart one moment, then piece it up the next. But I know I can’t hang between these feelings forever. I have to choose, and quickly. H U N T E R I am told she is dangerous, a being forbidden from existence. Yet, I find myself protecting her. I shouldn’t, but I do. Then I realize she isn’t the threat. Where danger lies is with my feelings—ones that I must not have, that will be my downfall. To be that creature feared by all, I need to be the man with nothing to lose. But now I have so much to lose. Even nature has fated our Love to be doomed and will see to its vow that one of us is destroyed.

Ashanti Dunbar is an undercover and professional bridge killer who dedicated her life to killing Roman Dominos, the Leader of the Mafia world. Her Vengeful quest started after he orchestrated the murder of her parents, and it led to her being the bridge between the Mafia World and the Human World. Her Hatred for him grew stronger when she realized the extent of the damage that was done to her. Except Life has its path. Will Ashanti be granted the revenge she craved? Or will she learn to forgive and forget? Or will her heart choose its path? Roman Domino is a man of few words, he exudes power and people fear him. His only plan is to have revenge for the death of his mother and his sister. He plans to burn the world to get to the man who took what he loved away from him. When he meets Ashanti, will she be an obstacle for him? Or Will the Mafia Leader be capable of handling her, given their past? A/N: Hi. This is my first story Published, and I'm extremely nervous and scared, so please be kind with your words. I'll highly appreciate it. Thank You! PS: This journey is rough, kindly be patient with me…!

Maxwell has always been the black sheep,ignored by his mother, mocked by his stepbrother, and discarded by the very family he once saved.

Three months before my wedding, my fiancé, Henry Siebert, decided it was the perfect time to drop a maternity photo shoot on social media—with my foster sister, Betty Foster. The caption? Oh, just this gem: [Legally welcoming our little one into the world.] Betty added a shy emoji. And my mom? She liked the post and wrote: [Once the baby is born, I'll help take care of it so you two can enjoy your time together as a couple.] I couldn't help myself. I replied with a single question mark. And then Henry's DMs came in hot: [She's just borrowing me for a year to get married. Once the baby's born, I'll come back to you.]