Quotes About Beauty Of A Woman

The tree I fell from was rotten. It's leaves were rotten, it's bark was rotten, and it's roots were rotten. Unfortunately, I am an apple that didn't fall far from that rotten tree. I was groomed in the shadow of that rotten tree and sprayed with poison to ensure I would be nothing but it's germinated seed. My earliest memories are dark and painful. My most vibrant memories are coated in crimson red and shame. The small pieces of my soul that I kept hidden and protected are the only parts of myself I can tolerate. The rest of who I am... The despicable trash that haunts my dreams... I hate. Death is the only answer to my life. Not love. I don't deserve love. A tainted apple is never put amongst the ripe juices apples. It is thrown away, discarded... As I should be.

Mon petit ami Jacques m'avait promis une grande cérémonie de marquage pour mes 20 ans. Pourtant, le jour de mon anniversaire, c'est devant tout le monde qu'il a solennellement demandé à ma demi-sœur Lydia de devenir son âme sœur. Sous les acclamations générales, je suis restée là, telle une pitre abandonnée, le cœur brisé. Alors que la douleur de la trahison m'engloutissait, Samuel, l'héritier Alpha de la Meute du Fantôme Noir, a surgi pour déclarer sa flamme : « Annie, je t'aime en secret depuis longtemps. Deviens ma Luna, veux-tu ? » Je l'ai accepté, et pendant cinq ans de mariage, il m'a chérie, gâtée, se souvenant de chacun de mes goûts. Jusqu'au jour où j'ai surpris sa conversation avec un Bêta et mon bonheur s'est brisé : « Samuel, Lydia est enfin devenue la Luna de le Meute de Rose Blanche. Vas-tu continuer à jouer un mari modèle devant Annie ? » « Puisque je ne peux avoir Lydia, peu importe qui partage ma vie. Au moins, comme ça, Annie ne viendra pas gâcher son bonheur. » Dans le coffre de son bureau, il conservait précieusement chaque cadeau de Lydia : pendentifs en crocs de loup, lettres marquées de ses empreintes... Même sur sa précieuse armure d'écailles, chaque plaque portait gravé le nom de Lydia. « Lydia, mon unique amour. Mes griffes trancheront tous les obstacles pour ton bonheur. » « Je t'offrirai mon cœur de loup battant, si tu le désires. » « Je te volerais même la lune, s'il le fallait ! » Ce que je croyais être cinq années de mariage heureux n'étaient qu'un mirage, et une fois la vérité révélée, tout s'est dissipé comme une brume. J'ai demandé à quitter la meute. Et dans deux jours, j'aurais disparu de la vie de Samuel pour toujours...

Jackson is an heir to the fortune built on the suffering of enslaved werewolves. Angry at the injustice of it all, he has no choice but to play along with his father's wishes and bend to the society's pressure. Until one day he is ordered to purchase a werewolf 'worthy of standing by his side' at the market. So, maybe he obeyed his father's wishes, but to him it's the first step in his one-man rebellion, a spark that will kindle the flames, when he chooses a werewolf who is needier than the rest. Now Jackson must stoke those flames, while nurturing the traumatized wolf to health, before the world crushes his soul for good. Check out the artwork from chapter ‘Date’ on my Instagram (willowwrites1994) here - https://www.instagram.com/p/CIgP2PQFF8W/

Lia Harrison is a witch who cannot use magic. Her poor aptitude for magic is a stain to her mother's reputation. That is, until a wrong turn in the bustling city of New York leaves her stranded and in the company of a Demon. Travis, a high-ranking demon, is on a mission to kill the Jade witch. The first face he sees when he arrives on Earth is Lia’s. Lia thinks that he is a human. The fact that she has no knowledge of a demon’s traits only makes matters worse. Travis doesn’t sense any magical aura from Lia and also assumes she is human. And so the Demon and the witch become friends, both being none the wiser. In a world where witches and demons walk separate paths, will their love end up like the dying embers of a flame, or will it transform into a blazing inferno?

Margaret Faolan was fifteen years old when she was banished from the royal pack. Over the course of a few days, her entire world went from that of prim and proper prestige to life as the banished princess. Maise - just Maise - was twenty-three when she decided it was time to right that wrong and seek retribution. A new heir had been named, and she wasn’t the only one who was concerned her replacement was a bad choice. It caught the attention of the Lycans, a race that most thought had gone extinct. Isaac Ambrose hasn’t been a Lycan for long, and isn’t quite happy with his fate. The opportunity to explore what has really been going on with the Royal Pack is welcome, but a little runt rogue keeps worming her way into places she doesn’t need to be, including his heart. Lycans are blessed to never find a mate, and runts share that curse. Of course, fate would draw a newly turned Lycan and a banished runt princess together. Because fate doesn’t follow any rules.

“Landon is here?” Mabel asked, turning to look behind her, a frown forming on her face. “Are you stalking me? Huh?” She asked drunkenly and made to climb down from the stool, but she missed her footing and fell toward Landon who instinctively caught her in his arms. Upon realizing what he had done, Landon suddenly pushed her away from his body like he had touched a bag of filth, making her fall to the ground on her butt. “Ouch!” She winced as her butt came in contact with the hard floor. Landon felt a pang of pity for her but quickly masked it. Such a shameless woman isn't worth his sympathy. She was married, yet she was drunk at a bar, flirting with a random guy. ******* What happens if your wedding was never about love but about settling an old score? Mabel never wanted an arranged marriage, but honoring her father’s dying wish left her no choice. On her wedding day, her groom, Landon Ferguson, didn’t bother to show up only sending someone in his place. Humiliated and furious, she swore never to forgive him. As the truth behind their arranged marriage comes to light, Mabel realizes too late some debts demand more than just a name on a marriage certificate. Some demand a sacrifice.

In the luxurious world of the wealthy, one unforgettable evening leads to a lifetime of secrets, lies, and unforeseen consequences. When a meek yet determined woman from a deprived background meets a controlling and ruthless playboy, their lives become intertwined in a complex of desire, dishonesty, and sorrow. Will they be able to reunite in the midst of the storms of disloyalty and concealed facts, or will the burden of their past errors separate them for eternity?

“If you will not let me go then I will free myself from this painful life. If leaving the palace is not an option then there is always an option of death and I have chosen it”. - Isabelle “Till now you have seen my love but now you will see the wrath of King Eric Leonor. I tried to be good to you but I think you will not understand the importance of my love without going through suffering and pain”. – King Eric Leonor Let’s dive into the journey of a merciless, cruel king and a common village girl. This is the tale of a ruthless tyrant, Eric Leonor, and his obsession which brought a drastic change in the life of the one whom he loves. Eric has fallen in love with Isabelle. She has become his desire and his need. What will happen to Isabelle who has caught the king’s eye? She is not only the king’s obsession but a slave in his harem too. She is vulnerable in front of the king and is forced to submit. Eric only desires Isabelle and Isabelle only wants freedom. Now will Isabelle ever accept Eric’s love or will she escape from the king’s palace?

“Stop pretending and sign the divorce papers immediately. I’ll personally be watching for you to sign the divorce papers this time.” “Divorce papers? I’m not even married. Who are you?” Yuriel Scott woke up in a hospital after an accident. Suddenly she was presented with a divorce certificate by Aleandro Gilren, a multi-billionaire entrepreneur in the capital. “Don’t test my patience and sign the divorce papers right now.” Aleandro said impatient. “I don’t even know you; why should I sign it?” Yuriel tossed the document in Aleandro’s face.

The day before the piano competition finals, my boyfriend deliberately locked me on the rooftop to help his childhood friend win. He stared at me intently, his voice low and steady. "You'll have plenty more chances. Can't you just let her have this one?" Later, to secure her spot in the orchestra, he went so far as to break my fingers with his own hands. I confronted him in anger, demanding to know why he would do this when we were supposed to be in a relationship. He looked at me solemnly and said, "Susan, Miranda's mother saved me all those years ago, and now I have to fulfill this wish for her." What he didn't understand was that for me, losing the use of my hands felt like losing my very life. After I made the decision to stop loving him, he shattered his own hand, hoping to get my forgiveness.