Rainy Nights Quotes

Separated by fate, haunted by the past– that's how they live. Until they met again; they built hatred, showed agony, betrayed friends, wanted to be loved, and learned how to sacrifice one's happiness. Remember those nights that I've been disturbing you, it's because I can't say what I need to say. Remember the time that I didn't disturb you; I'd been holding on so much, hoping that you'd be the one to call me first– and you did. Every time I hurt your feelings, I'm hurting too. I– I just don't know how to tell you the exact words, so I keep on annoying you. I'm sorry for all the troubles that I have caused– "I know," I said, and I hugged him. I can sense the same pain as what he is in my dream. Confessing is not bad. I'm just overwhelmed because I feel the same way. "I like you too, Alex. I don't know how, I don't know why but that's how I felt. I hate you harassing and annoying me but I missed it when you don't!" I smiled. Their fate is twisted.

My best friend Seraphine had not one drop of blood left in her body when they found her. Her skin was translucent. There were two dried trails of blood from the corners of her mouth, like she had wept herself empty long before the end. She left one note. One sentence: "Vera saw his face." From that day forward, I became the Covenant's greatest sinner. Because I knew who did it. But I said nothing. For ten years, I said nothing. Then Lucian came back. He was the one who had turned us, raised us, given us the only home we had ever known. He set the Soul Prism in front of me. "Tonight," he said, "you give me the killer." His eyes hadn't changed. That was the worst part. After ten years of exile, of stones and fire and nights that never got warmer, I looked at him and he was still exactly who he had always been to me. "Or you disappear from this world along with him." He didn't know. The reason I had chosen exile and starvation and a Blood Oath that had been eating my soul core alive for a decade — was him. All of it, always, had been for him.

I was the wife he never wanted. He was the man I couldn’t stop loving. For three years, I endured Damon Moretti’s cruelty. The cold nights, the other women in our bed. The constant reminders that I was nothing but a mere business arrangement. Still, I stayed. I loved him. I kept hoping he'll finally love me too. Until the day I discovered he was giving another woman the love, attention, care and time I had been begging for… And that woman was my own stepsister, Melissa. Heartbroken and humiliated, I finally did what he had asked me to do a thousand times. I signed the divorce papers. Now I’m free. But freedom looks a lot like danger. Because the sweet, powerful stranger who offers me shelter is none other than Kai Valentino — The most dangerous and powerful Mafia boss and Damon’s biggest rival. And the man I left behind doesn’t like losing what’s his. Some men regret throwing away their queens. Damon? He’s about to learn exactly what happens when a discarded wife decides to become an untouchable Heiress. Warning: 18+ novel full of suspense, violence and thrillers. Contains series of mouth violence, BDSM, forbidden and dark romance. Mafia Billionaire Romance.

"Is there a reason why I shouldn't fuck your brains out right now?" he ask and I shudder. "Nnn... Nooo! I don't have a reason," I stutter. "Good! I am about to forget you are my princess and fuck you like a slut," he promises as he fucks me. "I am a slut, only for you," I murmur. ******* I have always had a crush on my dad's best friend but Jack never saw me as a woman and rather he always referred to me as a child and treated me just like one. Just that, something ws soff in the eau he looked at me and spoke to me from time to time. I could feel the need in his voice and fire in his eyes. So when my parents had to leave for some days and he was asked to take care of me I knew that was the only chance I will ever get at making my feelings known to him and to know whether or not what I saw was real ot if I wasn't Hallucinating. The first few nights were tough and he kept off saying I was off limits to him, but what if I am not and he is only trying to send me away bechause of the lady I saw him kissing the other night?

An Alpha? 😀 Yes—an artistic one. But this time, it’s not him. It’s her. Ayla Cross, a tattoo artist who thought she had escaped her past. But no Owner of The Runed Den, she spent her nights inking stories onto other people’s skin, never realizing her own was hiding one. Until the night he walked in. Kian Vale—a mysterious stranger with eyes like liquid silver and a voice that carried thunder—came seeking a tattoo that matched the mark from Ayla’s dreams: a sigil of power older than any pack legend. When she inked it onto his skin, something inside her awakened. Her tattoos began to move. The moon itself seemed to breathe with her heartbeat. Now hunted by two rival werewolf clans, Ayla learns the truth: she is the Runed Luna, the lost heir of a bloodline thought extinct, born to command the ancient runes that shape reality itself. But every mark she draws binds her closer to Kian… and to the curse that could destroy them both. As shadows close in and bloodlines clash, Ayla must decide: Will she rewrite her fate in ink and moonlight— or be consumed by the story written beneath her skin? Unknown to you. Unknown to me. What could happen next?

Makayla Stass is paparazzi, well that's until she goes undercover as Mega Superstar Justin Star Ryders assistant in order to do one big story that will propel her into the big leagues with Flair Mag, the Largest Gossip company in hollywood, who are more than willing to hire her, if she gets the story done. All she needs is one story and the pig headed, mentally demented, Justin Star Ryder is the exact celebrity she needs. *** Justin Star is looking for his Cinderella, excuse me Ariel, whatever you call the girl that saves you from drowning then leaves before catching her name or her face. Being one of the most followed Celebrities in the world, with crazy fans and depressed nights, fighting against his anger, alcohol, a dark secret and a sickness he uses against women, Justin finds himself slowly dying on the inside. That's not until one very stuck up, talkative, Nosy, pain in the ass assistant comes in forcing her dark hair and brown eyes smack into his life. Not really wanting someone like that, the two go head to head in a battle of dominance, but it's not before long Justin discovers something about this girl, allowing himself to fall for her, despite his better judgement and warning bells. *** An "I hate you" To "I can't live without you" Story.

Everyone in the pack knew that my mate Damien loved me fiercely. After our mating ceremony, Damien gave me three bonding gifts. The first was a protective amulet he'd prayed three days and three nights for at the Moon Goddess shrine. The second was a sculpture he spent months carving with his own hands. The third was a diamond ring — the symbol of the Luna — priceless, and with it came the authority to govern the pack. On my birthday, he went searching for a moonstone and was ambushed by rogue wolves. He fell off a cliff. When he woke, his memory was gone. A bar hostess had rescued him. They fell in love. But the day before their mating ceremony, his memories returned, and he came back to me without hesitation. Just when I thought he'd ended things with her, on the very day I found out I was pregnant, I received a video — an intimate recording of the two of them together. Vivian was already carrying his child, nestled against Damien like a helpless little bird. "You're carrying my child. I won't abandon you. As for Elena — a few sweet words and she'll do whatever I say." I turned off my phone and sent a mind-link to my father. "Dad. The arranged mating you set up for me — I accept."

Three years into our marriage, Rylan Shaw brings another woman home. "Maeve, you should learn from the younger ladies. Stop acting like a block of wood all the time." With a calm resolve, I shatter our wedding photo and hand him the divorce papers I've long prepared. "Let's get divorced, Rylan. I'll step aside for her," I declare. His friends insist that without him, I'll starve on the streets. Rylan believes the same. "Once she's suffered enough out there, she'll realize how lucky she was to be Mrs. Shaw." But a week passes, then a month—and I never return. That's when Rylan begins to grow uneasy. Panic and restless nights consume him. One evening, drunk and desperate, he pounds on the door of my new apartment. "Maeve, if it's money you want, I'll give it all to you…" The door swings open to reveal an unfamiliar man—bare-chested, pajama pants hanging low, fresh scratches streaking his abdomen. Jonah Archer arches a brow, dissatisfaction flickering in his eyes as he asks, "Mr. Shaw, what madness brings you to my wife's door in the middle of the night?"

I help my students gain admission to top state art academies, yet my boss, Sebastian Emerson, withholds every cent of the pay I earned from 24 consecutive days of overtime. When I confront him in anger, he accuses me of stealing 120 thousand dollars in training fees from the students. "Honestly, being poor is no excuse for being shady. And having disabled parents doesn't give you the right to steal. "You've got two days to pay it back! Otherwise, I'll make sure you spend a few nights in jail, and I'll even inform your parents!" When a student calls, he snatches the phone and starts screaming, "There's no money! All your tuition went into buying your art supplies! If you've got a problem, go ahead and sue me, brat!" Meanwhile, Jayla Buckley, who is curled up in his arms, keeps placing order after order of Chaennal haute couture without the slightest hesitation. Watching the two of them colluding so shamelessly, I grip my attorney license in my pocket until my knuckles ache. Take it to court? Litigation? That's my arena. And I'll make sure both of them end up exactly where they belong—behind bars.

Ivory has spent her entire life unwanted overlooked by her pack, reduced to a maid, and treated as a burden by those meant to protect her. The only place she has ever felt desired is in her dreams dreams consumed by a faceless, dominant stranger whose touch leaves her trembling, whose voice commands her soul. For a year, the same man haunts her nights raging her arousal inside … and destroys her every morning. But when a towering stranger appears in the packhouse halls smelling of pine, earth, and danger Ayla’s world tilts. He is real. He is powerful. And he claims she belongs to him. Alpha Tane of the Silver Moon Pack rules with ruthless precision. Feared. Obeyed. Unchallenged. He has conquered packs, forged empires, and bent Alphas to his will yet he has never found the one person destined to stand beside him. Until the scent of his mate hits him like a storm, leading him straight to a small maid’s room at the edge of the Crescent Pack. A maid. His Luna. His equal whether she believes it or not. Tane refuses to leave without her, but Ayla is not like the submissive she-wolves who usually cower beneath his dominance. She is fiery, wounded, and defiant. And the more she fights him, the more the bond between them blazes.