Ride Or Die Poems For Him

Im fünften Jahr ihrer Ehe kam das Geheimnis von Gustav Müllers Geliebter ans Licht. Es war allgemein bekannt. Um ihr den Ruf der „Dreisten“ zu ersparen, kam Gustav mit den Scheidungsunterlagen zu mir und sagte: „Professor Schmidt hat mir damals geholfen. Kurz vor seinem Tod bat er mich, gut auf Jana Schmidt aufzupassen. Jetzt, da diese Sache ans Licht gekommen ist, kann ich nicht einfach wegsehen.“ In all diesen Jahren war Jana immer Gustavs erste Wahl. In meinem früheren Leben hörte ich diese Worte und brach zusammen. Ich schrie, weinte und weigerte mich, mich scheiden zu lassen. Erst als ich an schwerer Depression litt und Gustav, nachdem Jana sagte: „Chloe sieht nicht krank aus“, glaubte, ich täuschte Krankheit vor, um ihn in eine Falle zu locken und zu betrügen, reichte er die Scheidung ein. Da wurde mir klar, dass ich niemals gegen die Person ankommen würde, die ihm geholfen hatte. Verzweifelt nahm ich mir das Leben. Als ich wieder erwachte, unterschrieb ich ohne Zögern die Scheidungsvereinbarung.

Rhexyl is a college student whom you wouldn't want to know. She is a nerd and likes wearing boyish clothes. She might just be an ordinary girl, but with a very cunning attitude and certified rule breaker. She was always oblivious to her surroundings, and never cared even though she always had been bullied. Until one day, she got into the University of Der Mord, the school of everyone's dreams. Suddenly, her quiet life, as well as her heart, came into life when she had met Sylvester - a silent, cold-hearted, snob, and extremely dangerous man. What kind of life awaits her? Will she be able to stay or just leave?

Love is something that everyone wanted.It makes someone special, loved, and happy.Sobrang sarap sa pakiramdam ng salitang LOVE, yung feeling na lagi ka daw nasa ulap kapag in love ka.But what if I told you that Hannah Kim, a 21 years old girl destined to choose either she love or someone special to her will die.Kung ikaw si Hannah, anong pipiliin mo? Love or....Die?? Love or Die Written By: Daniexxie_

He needed my bone marrow to live. I gave it to him, and lost my heart in the process. Now my ex is out there living his best life- a baby on the way, fame on the track, and a new woman in his arms... while I can’t even cry without my heart aching. Then his brother showed up. Elias Carter, the cruel, sinfully dangerous biker who shouldn’t even know my name. But he knows more than that. He knows what I am. A wolf. Just like him. He doesn’t want love. He wants to claim me, use me, break me. I swore I’d never let him. But somehow… I ended up wearing his ring. Now I’m trapped in a marriage built on secrets, lies, and a desire that burns too deep to deny. And the cruelest part? The more I try to hate him, the more my heart forgets how.

When I was a kid my entire family committed suicide. Weird, I know. Unfortunately, they thought themselves as unfit to live and ended their life. They had gotten themselves stuck in something deep and dark with a couple of the demons around our neighborhood and their contract was coming due. So at the age of only 13, I was left to fend for myself and survive in a world full of werewolves and demons. ~ I am Lisa Summers and my family was once one of the most powerful werewolf packs in North America. That is, however, only because of a contract made by a demon. After their deaths, the pack diminished to almost nothing. The spell cast upon the pack members had been lifted and they saw no reason to stick around. I was left with no one to support me and I was f****d to find my own way through life. My title as the Alpha's daughter slowly slipped back to Omega in a matter of hours. Nobody wanted anything to do with me. I was a freak in their eyes. They were embarrassed of me, I humiliated them. I was supposed to be strong and lead the pack when her parents couldn't and I wasn't able to. I was an Omega at heart. I always had been, no matter the spell the demon put on everyone. I was an Omega and they were finally beginning to see that. I was weak, pathetic, unloved, and an outcast. Everyone despised me. People who I thought of as family members disowned me. For the first time in my life I was completely and utterly alone. Until I met him. He is the one for me . Only him.

The love that I knew wasn't like the ones written in a book. It wasn't beautiful and magical. It doesn't bring butterflies in my stomach and it doesn't make me feel special. It doesn't feel like home, I do not feel secure. It does not make me feel safe and worthy. The love that I experience doesn't feel like love. I'm not really sure if it is love because it made me doubt, insecure and made me feel unloved. And all I experienced was pain. No it was torture. To see him love someone else when all I could do is to love him and let him love her. Now I don't know if I could ever love someone else, after him.

" Marry our son" she said , looking at me straight in the eyes. Say what now?! " Marry their son?" " I can't" I said . " Why?, Is the money not enough" Nora asked , i looked at her like she lost her mind . She is a woman, how can she ask me something like that. " Don't worry about the money, if it's not enough, we can add more later" Mr knight said. What is wrong with rich people throwing money about, do they think everything is about money, don't they know their are some certain things money can't buy?. Money can't buy happiness, they should look for something better to use their money for. " It's not about the money, I just can't do it , if you want your don to get married, sit him down and let him know he is old enough to settle down. You can't choose a wife for your son or hire one for him" I replied.

Meine Ehe mit Don Stefan Schmidt fehlte immer nur der letzte Schritt zur Vollendung. Fünf Jahre waren wir verlobt, zweiunddreißig Mal versuchten wir zu heiraten, doch jedes Mal vereitelte ein plötzlicher Unfall die Trauung. Beim dreiunddreißigsten Versuch brach mitten in der Zeremonie die Kirchenwand ein. Ich wurde von den Trümmern getroffen und landete auf der Intensivstation. Mein Schädel war geborsten, ich hatte ein schweres Schädel-Hirn-Trauma. Über zehn Bescheinigungen über Lebensgefahr erhielt ich… Zwei Monate kämpfte ich zwischen Leben und Tod, bis ich überlebte. Doch am Tag meiner Entlassung hörte ich zufällig Stefan mit seinem Vertrauten sprechen. „Boss, wenn Sie sich wirklich in dieses mittellose Mädchen verliebt haben, könnten Sie die Verlobung mit Fräulein Mia Fischer einfach lösen. Die Familie Schmidt kann alle Gerüchte ersticken. Warum müssen Sie immer wieder Unfälle arrangieren…?“ „Sie wäre beinahe gestorben.“ Die Stimme des Vertrauten klang vorwurfsvoll. Stefan schwieg lange, dann sagte er leise: „Ich habe keine Wahl … Vor zehn Jahren retteten Herr Fischer und seine Frau mir das Leben. Diese Schuld kann ich nur mit der Verlobung tilgen.“ „Aber ich liebe Sophie. Außer ihr will ich keine andere heiraten.“ Da wurde mir klar: All mein Leid kam nicht vom Schicksal, sondern aus dem kalkulierten Plan des Mannes, den ich liebte. Wenn er keine Entscheidung traf, beendete ich es eben für ihn.

Ezra Slain Velleoti is a man that everyone wants to avoid. He's a tough enemy. A mafia boss who disapproves of almost everyone. Anyone who gets in his way will never make it out alive. Khione Louelita Silay is a woman who is socially awkward. A person who has socially anxiety and dislikes crowds and other people's opinions. She is a nerd who prefers to work and stay at home. Working as a top counterintelligence agent for the NBI, Khione was unintentionally able to uncover the dark secrets of some government officials. Khione desperately wanted to flee, but she couldn't until they killed her, and Ezra, the notorious Mafia boss, was the only one who save her.

Vor einem Monat vergiftete ich mich ungewollt mit dem tödlichen Wolfsbane-Gift – unheilbar. Mein Körper begann Tag für Tag zu versagen. Bis heute wurde meine Wölfin endgültig getötet, und mein Leben zählte nun nur noch drei Tage. Am Tag vor meinem Tod willigte ich ein, meiner Schwester eine Niere zu transplantieren. Mein Gefährte war überglücklich und versprach, das später wieder gutzumachen. Nachdem meine Schwester meine Forschungsarbeit über den Belladonna-Trank plagiiert hatte und daraufhin im Schulforum beschimpft wurde, bekannte ich mich freiwillig als die eigentliche Plagiatorin. Meine Eltern waren zufrieden und sagten, ich sei endlich vernünftig geworden. Endlich war ich die ideale Gefährtin, die perfekte Tochter, wie sie es sich immer gewünscht hatten. Aber warum weinten sie alle, als ich nur noch eine kalte Leiche war?