Salad Fingers Sayings

Embedded in the undying feud between the Monroe's and the Villalobos was the bitter memory of the past when the father of the 5th generation of coven, Don Honoracio Monroe died out of unknown disease. His loss brought them commotion when the Villalobos presented a young lady as the Don's other daughter. Doña Victoria never recognized such disrespect to the good memories of her late husband and so she deprived the young Villalobos of her rights for her inheritance... Since that night, the killing never ended. Each of them was forced to leave the grand lives they had in order to keep their safety. In fear of his new born child, Vico sent Victorina Aurora together with their most trusted servant away... Since then, the search for the Monroe's heiress gets on fire. The Monroe's most trusted man, Alezzandro Vizmanos from the werewolves tribe found her in her new name as Blythe Hernandez and identity as a waitress in Ekztatica club, working hard for her ill mother. It's her needs that made her sign his proposal with eyes closed. Zandro held her tight in his fingers just what the Monroe's wants him to do. But he opposed the plan when he kept Blythe away from them... Little did they know, Zandro has been keeping wrath for the death of his dear Cassidy. The servant who took care of Blythe, she died for the Monroe's yet they never recognized her loyalty. Every night, as he watches Blythe sleeping peacefully, Zandro was tempted to kill her. But as days passed by, he used to see from her eyes the spark from Cassy's eyes he once adored. Blythe's giving his heart wild beats. Will he still continue his plan of killing her or he'll rather kill his heart to stop pulsating insanely?

, Simone seizes a dark bargain with the Lycan king: marry him for a year, gain power, and unleash her thirst for vengeance. As she’s pulled deeper into his shadowed world, Simone realizes she’s more than a pawn to him. But things take a twisted turn as she finds out he had been cursed and yet —a passionate, dangerous pull binds them together… “stop groveling, you'll hurt your knees.” She complained, worried about me; her little action and sensitivity had caused my cock to throb harder in my pants, I loved dominant women. “I like it this way, I'm where I ought to be.” I whispered, sending trails of kisses from her feets to her laps once more. “Where is that?” She asked with a smug grin, yanking me by the hair, causing me to flinch backwards, “On my knees,” I whispered. Parting her thighs, my fingers sliding through. “On my knees, before you. Mi amor.”

“ …if you ever loved me… please…don’t…” “The crown had decreed justice by measure for measure.” His strong fingers secured my chin, then he poured the amber liquid into my eyes. It feels like my eyes are being carved out from the inside. The world goes black. ***A conspiracy, Hope went from Luna to criminal. Hope is the daughter of Clinton, Alpha of the Blue Rock Wolf Pack. At 18, Hope became the fated mate of Keith, the son of the Alpha of the neighboring Lotus Pack. They fell in love and got married. Three years later, Hope and Keith were invited to attend a banquet held by the Alpha King’s daughter, Princess Lilith. During the event, Princess Lilith fell down the stairs and became blind. Hope was accused of being the culprit. Keith gouged out Hope’s eyes, and she died accidentally. Hope is reborn at the age of 18. Can she still accept Keith as her mate?

On the night of their three-year anniversary, Anita finds her boyfriend cheating on her with another woman. Feeling heartbroken, she drowns her sorrows in a reckless night of passion with a mysterious stranger. The next morning, she wakes up to an insane offer from him, marriage. When she loses her job and her mother is in need of surgery, Anita, desperate and with nowhere to turn, signs the contract. Only to discover after that her new husband is none other than her ex-boyfriend's uncle. Anita quickly finds herself caught in a web of family drama with a marriage that was never meant to be real. But secrets have a way of surfacing. And when Anita’s past collides with her present, the once quiet life she had is about to erupt in flames. ~ “You weren’t acting like that when you were moaning my name in that hotel room” Heat shot through my body at his teasing remark. I gulped, trying to stay strong. “That was a mistake and you know it” Nathan chuckled, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. “Was it? Because I remember you clinging onto me… begging me not to stop” “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I whispered, almost breathless as he trailed his fingers down to my jaw, tilting my face upwards. “What I enjoy is knowing that no matter how much you try to fight it, your body remembers me” The last words were a whisper against the skin of my neck. My breath caught in my throat. “My mother is in the next room” Nathan smirked. “Then you better keep quiet.”

The story you are about to read is inspired by a true story and refers to a time span of three years. During this time, various events take place. Love. Intrigue. Folly. Trips. Hopes. Vicissitudes. A love triangle will put a girl disputed between two important but profoundly different men at the center of attention. A princess. A commander. A sailor. A ship. Between one port to another, from one route to another, in an endless journey between sea and land , in different geographic locations around the world will happen à the unthinkable - in which the main protagonists of the story - it will help in moments of difficulty - but at the same time they will hate each other - struggling to re - establish their bonds and their role. At the seaside, life is different. You don't live by the hour but by the moment. We live by the currents, we adjust to the tides and follow the course of the sun. Cit. (Sandy Gingras) I want the sea to touch me, make me breathe the world and its whys, give me an eternal instant, which I will carry with me as an indelible memory. The sea is the mystery in which I immerse myself to rediscover my life. The sea. Cit. (Stephen Littleword) You can't be unhappy when you have this: the smell of the sea, the sand under your fingers, the air, the wind. Cit. (Irène Némirovsky) When love is true and sincere, it climbs over the mountains, the vastness of the sky and the sea. No human experience is greater than its strength. Cit.(Romano Battaglia)

“Fuck!” She finally said, still holding onto him. Don smirked. He was enjoying every bit of it and was not planning to stop anytime soon. He pulled out his fingers, gave her pûssy a smack before thrusting it in again and increasing the strokes, not minding her pleas. *** Giulia (Julia) Bianchi, a stunning and daring lady, has been used as collateral to repay her father's debt to a Mafia leader. She has to serve him and do everything he asks of her. Donatello (Don) Rossini reigns supreme as the merciless mafia lord, his dominance rivaled only by his new servant, Julia. They soon became entangled in a complex game of desire and seduction. Julia is now trapped in a world of deception and danger, one where the thin line between love and loyalty grows weak. As she attempts to escape in hopes for survival, she is forced to face one dark truth: Don's obsession with her has the potential to either keep her safe or destroy her.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" "It is." "Please don't pull that with me." "Pull what?" "That." She pointed at my face. "Where I explain how pretty everything looks and you say yes but you would be referring to me." She waved her hands in the air, explaining. "It's cliche and kinda getting old." "Would you prefer I do this instead?" I pinned a loose strand behind her ear, my palm roamed her soft features and also on her lips. "Or this?" I leaned in to steal a kiss, stopping midway to see if she'd stop me and she didn't. I couldn't help the tiny smirk that lay on my lips after. "Aren't you going to stop me?" My raspy voice whispered in her ear. She shivered, unconsciously leaning into me for warmth. I stopped her fingers as she tried to wrap them around my neck. ********** She's not the bad girl he thought she was. He's not the good boy she thought he was.

Secrets. Never stay hidden. Lies. Always surface.                          The Dragon.                    With every stroke of his fingers sets fire to your skin leaving you burning with need.                       The want, the longing and desires to be ravished, devoured by the Dragon takes control.                             Whoever    comes always, leaves satisfied. WARNING MAY BE TRIGGER WARNINGS SEX VIOLENCE DRUG USE AND ABUSIVE BEHAVIORS   maybe spelling errors and Grammer mistakes final edit will be once completed.

“Get off me,” I demanded, leaning forward and sinking my teeth into his shoulders, drawing out blood in the process. He growled and yanked me away from the wall, spun and shoved me back into it. Tears stung my eyes when my head connected with the wall but I immediately blinked it back. He might be my captor but I wasn't going to give him that privilege of watching me cry. His fingers dug into my skin as he impaled me on his cock, “You’re mine now Natalia…I call the shots here not you.” ~~~~~~~~ To Natalia, the plan was simple. Get in. Show him a little bit of her titties. Make sure he drinks the spiked whiskey. And then walk out with whatever penny or luxury he owned. But little did she know that the most ruthless Mafia lord in Voyeur was going to be after her. And when he did, he wasn't only interested in reclaiming what she took from him. He wanted to possess her entirely.

Serene’s heart raced as she stood in Nicholas’s dimly lit study, the scent of leather and whiskey heavy in the air. She’d been dusting the bookshelves when he entered, his presence filling the room like a storm. Now, he stood inches away, his black suit hugging his broad shoulders, his dark mullet framing a gaze that burned with intent. “You missed a spot,” he murmured, his voice a low growl, pointing to a shelf she’d already cleaned. Her cheeks flushed as she turned, the hem of her maid uniform riding up her thighs. “I-I’ll get it, Mr. Volkov,” she stammered, reaching up, but his hand caught her wrist, firm yet gentle. “No,” he said, stepping closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Let me show you.” His fingers slid down her arm, leaving a trail of heat, before guiding her hand to the shelf. His chest pressed against her back, and she gasped at the hardness of his body, the evidence of his arousal unmistakable. “You’re trembling, little maid,” he whispered, his lips brushing her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “Do I scare you… or do I excite you?” Her breath hitched as his free hand trailed up her thigh, slipping beneath the lace of her uniform. “Mr. Volkov…” she whimpered, but her protest melted into a moan as his fingers found her, teasing her through the thin fabric of her panties. “ Nicholas,” he corrected, his voice rough with desire, his touch growing bolder, circling her most sensitive spot until her knees buckled. “Say it,” he demanded, nipping her earlobe. “N-Nicholas,” she gasped, her body arching into him, surrendering to the fire he’d ignited. In that moment, the billionaire and his naive maid were bound by a hunger neither could deny.