Quotes About Idle Hands

Brody Lewis, my fiance, said that I had a rare form of transient global amnesia, which was a sudden, temporary memory loss. Every seven days, I would open my eyes and become the twenty-five-year-old Riley Taylor again. My memories were forever stuck in the past. In my pen drive were videos of Brody taking me on trips, bringing me for treatment, and proposing to me. Everything seemed great between us, but I remembered none of it. “Riley’s still around. Can’t you keep your hands to yourself?” “Don’t worry. It’s Monday tomorrow. After she wakes up, she’ll remember none of it,” Brody said, and my heart sank. “Isn’t this more exciting?” Brody embraced my best friend, and they made out brazenly in front of me. They were not shy about it at all. I wondered just how many times this had happened over the past two years. I ran as tears blurred my vision. When I arrived at a tattoo shop, I grabbed the tattoo artist like a drowning man holding on to a log. Then, I asked the tattoo artist to tattoo these words on my arm in my handwriting. [Leave him.]

My boyfriend, Christopher Linden, was short of 20 thousand dollars for his medical treatment. To get the money as soon as possible, I participated in a rich man's game onboard a lavish cruise. I didn't bat an eye as I jumped into the ocean to search for a bracelet one of their female companions had dropped in the water. As I choked on the ocean water, I heard the man in the lead mock me, saying, "I've seen plenty of the dirty things people are willing to do for money, but you take the cake. You're even willing to give up your life for it." Someone teased, "Your girlfriend doesn't like money and is willing to forgo everything to care for you. Do you love her?" He snorted. "She's just a peasant from the countryside; I'm only fooling around with her. You have no idea how coarse her hands are—they disgust me whenever she touches me. How could I possibly fall for her?" I turned ashen at his words. He was Christopher, who was supposed to be wheelchair-bound. He was also supposed to be too broke for surgery. The peasant from the countryside he was talking about was me.

Charlotte’s life changed instantly when she met Prince Lucas, the respectful billionaire. Her only aim was to build a community center and focus on her architectural career. Life with Lucas was so beautiful. She found comfort in the hands of her husband and became the happiest woman on earth.

“We’re sinners. If heaven exists, we’d never be allowed in. But you and I can rule hell together and I’d fuck you hard while we watch the world burn.” His cold lips left a hot trail of heat as it glided down her spine. “O- okay, Daddy.” She stuttered, gripping the sheets tightly and gasping for breath at the same time when fingers suddenly slid into her wet heat from behind. ~~~ She was betrothed to him since birth. Mya knew what was going to happen to her unfortunate life once she comes of age– she was going to be wedded to Angelo, a ruthless and dangerous Mafia Lord who makes the sky rain gore on a good day. And so on her wedding day, she eloped. That same day, she managed to turn into the most wanted criminal of the country. Mya went from running from Angelo, to being saved by him… but, not before paying a price. ———- Birthed by a monster and hardened by pain and violence, Angelo had turned into an emotionless psycho at the age of thirty-two. He had no intention of taking a bride from the onset, all he cared about was protecting his top spot in the country. In comes Mya– a supposed damsel in distress, only that this one has blood on her hands and scars maring her soul. Angelo was supposed to leave her to her wretched fate, but somehow, he found himself drawn to her. Perhaps, it was because there was something about her blue eyes that scratched at an instinct within him which he never knew existed. But she called him ‘Daddy’ once and nothing remained the same after that. Now he was going to protect her, fight her battles, and make her his queen.

Behind every great Queen stands no one; something Miliani Hwang learned from the early age of ten after she was forced to take over the Hwang Family Mafia when her parents died in a murder-suicide. In light of their tragic end, she built herself up from the ground for 11 years, trusting no man to stand behind or even beside her. The sheer sound of her name was enough to have even the toughest men on their knees and despite not ever taking a life with her own hands, everyone in the crime world knew they should never cross The Great Miliani Hwang. It doesn't surprise her when she is betrayed on her 21st birthday but she never expected her own blood to be the mastermind. She flees to Sicily with the help of the Ravello Crime Family, where she learns many secrets about her lineage and starts falling for the smug Vincenzo Ravello. Now a disgraced mob boss with nothing but her name and rage a lingering question lingered in the back of her mind; who was she now if not The Great Miliani Hwang? Vincenzo Ravello, the eldest son of the Ravello Crime Family knew all too well about the dangers that come with his title as heir to the Cosa Nostra. He's spent the past few years of his life reminding his enemies time and time again that he wasn't a man they wanted to mess with. His heart was made of stone and women, to him were nothing more than playthings until her. He would do anything for her. Every Queen needs a King to avenge her and Miliani must learn to trust her heart to stand beside hers because he will burn the whole world until all her enemies bow at her feet.

Memories have no remedy for Yorticia Fleurdelice Vigilante, who has no idea about her obscure past. She was an angel, and it was beyond her comprehension how the gust of wind had brought her to a lush Garden of Evil. Cosimo, with whom she lived, a man she was not familiar with, gives her one mission: "Kill me whenever you can." The evil is him. The De Rogatis successor to the fortune who've been concealing the truth that he's the De Rogatis empire's successor, asleep in Olimpio Sidonio Gagliardo's hands, has returned following a 13-year vengeance scheme of an age-old vendetta against the plot's ringleaders, one of whom are the Vigilantes, which risk further conflict resulted in the eradication of her clan. She did not know him well, but he caused a knot in her just thinking about his face. From this point on, Yorticia decides that she'll do this by choking him with feigned love and emotionally manipulating him into servitude. Promising him, like, a million tomorrows, she'll be like a wildflower, valiantly growing wild and free and nothing that burns. Yorticia, however, is thrown into confusion as what was supposed to be pure retaliation turns into lust... and conceivably true love as she begins to notice it was starting to consume her like a raptorous wildfire. Meanwhile, as Cosimo drops further lower while continuing to fight for the things that he holds dear and to forget the things he fears, he grapples with his own feelings for Yorticia. He wants Yorticia to know that when he found this newfound freedom through her... she became his religion, regardless of who he becomes or how low he descends. Can they ever truly learn to love one another, or are they doomed to suffocate in their destructive cycle of retaliation and violence?

On the night Isabel Shore gets married, she catches her childhood friend—now her husband—cheating on her. They've known and loved each other for 22 years. Meanwhile, her adoptive brother helps to steal the scumbag for his own sister's sake. Yet, he also acts like he's a good brother to her. How hypocritical, he actually fantasizes about the best of both worlds. Isabel sneers. Do they think she's a pushover that they can walk all over? Even after a decisive divorce, her ex-husband thinks she'll reconcile with him once she gets over her tantrum. After all, he's the only one who loves her so deeply. Her adoptive brother also thinks she'll come crawling after suffering out there. She grew up in wealth and is used to being comfortable, after all. To their surprise, Isabel has long since made a name for herself in Jeriton, thanks to a particular big shot's support. Finally, her ex-husband panics. "She's just throwing a tantrum! I'm the one she loves, and you're nothing but a tool she's using to get back at me!" The big shot smiles. "Is that so? That sounds like a win for me." Her adoptive brother is furious. "Haven't you suffered enough in the hands of one scumbag, Izzy? Why have you found another one? Can't you see everything I've done for you?" The big shot slams the door shut in his face and pins Isabel to the wall. "Remember that I'm the only one you can use. Don't even dream about doing it to anyone else!"

"You really should run away from me, Aunty," he kissed her cheek- so soft, he melted. "But I'll find you. No matter where you go, even death can't hide you from me," he mumbled one of his most sacred vows into her cheek. His words resonated deep in her consciousness. If he said that to her ears everyday, she would wake up one day feeling like she belonged to him. Squeezing her hands, she cursed the obvious blush on her face and cursed herself too for being sick in the head. How could something so scary make her heart beat so fast? *** Anastasia Robie has been accused of killing her Alpha. Put behind bars by her Pack, she faces trial at the hands of the new Alpha who turns out to be her mate. One rejection later after nights of passionate sex and his wife is asking for her head. She manages to escape only to be chased by the top assassins in the world. As fate would have it, Leroy Adams has found his mate and no hands must touch her. He must have her to himself but first, give her the revenge she seeks. Her immunity is assured when he's the Boss of the same association sent to kill her. A dangerous game of hide and seek, a broken beta scarred to love again and a sweet Lycan who would stop the world for his mate. What could possibly go wrong? or who... would dare touch his pride and Joy?

"We want you to accept the mate bond," Nate whispered seductively into my ears and my nipples hardened at the arousal I smelt from all of them. "Else you won't live here in peace," added Damon as his hands cupped my breast and I moaned out his name. "See, you are attracted to all of us. So why don't you accept us fast so that this can be more enjoyable?" Tiger purred, his hands spanking my ass that my erotic mind immediately pictured him doing that with his penis. Richmond didn't need to say anything for his actions delivered more than his words could ever do. His hands went into my thighs and he rubbed his rough fingers along my clit, feeling my wetness in his hands. "Prishy baby, you belong to us all and I'm ready to share you with my brothers." It was Duke who spoke then, his voice as gentle as that of a dove. He was the one who my heart had first drawn to but at this moment, I felt like they all meant same to me. And I knew that I was doomed without them. **** This is my first book please be nice. You will find errors so be warned. If after this warning and you still go ahead to read it, do not leave any bad comment because it hurts. So many readers love it regardless of it's errors ,so if u are up for it, go ahead!

Koishi 22 years old there was a time he was a famous painter in the past, but because of personal reasons, he left the painting on the white canvas. The smell of fresh paint he used to love he hates the most. Now just living a normal life as a pizza delivery guy. On the other side Takeshi, famous for his dark theme paintings filled with lust and greed showed in them. Not much is know about the secret painter to anyone. The paintings can give anyone a nightmare story behind it still they are in lusted to buy the beauty of it. The day they cross the path for the tainted forbidden love the promise that was made in the past has to be fulfilled now. "I want you to paint for me," Takeshi said looking down at Koishi the hands that were tied up in bed. "Well, start it once again or-"Takeshi paused pulling the door open as a familiar person falls down. "Or I will paint the canvas with your love" Takeshi smirks as the horror-filled his Koishi eyes hearing a thud right in front of his leg. What will Koishi do now? Painting in the while sheet of the canvas or let it tamed by the blood he onces cared. The single stroke of the brush will tell you every single story. "Why did you run away from me a year ago?"