Santa Muerte Prayer Card

A couple along with their 16 years old daughter who's deaf and 13 years old son moves into a small town called Santa Monica, everything was perfect not until their 16 year old daughter started acting differently.

"Spread your legs, little omega slut," he said to me. "I am sorry, there are rules here, sir. We do not sleep with customers here." "Who made those rules?" he asked, whirling the wine in his glass. "The owner of this place," I replied, irritated by all the unnecessary questions. "Who is the owner of this place?" "Mr. Killian Cabello." I replied tersely. This man was arrogant and wanted to defile the rules to show me he could do whatever he wanted. He took out a card from his pocket and handed it to me. "I usually do not give out my card to the likes of you but look at it." I looked at the card and saw his name written boldly on it. He was the owner of this place. He made those rules and is willing to break them now? My eyes widened at the realization. I looked at him. "You are Killian Cabello?" He smirked devilishly. "Now, spread your legs, Omega."

(Sequel To INNOCENCE) —— it was not a dream to be with her, it was a prayer —— SYNOPSIS " , " °°° “Hazel!” He called her loudly, his roar was full of desperate emotions but he was scared. He was afraid of never seeing again but the fate was cruel. She left. Loving someone perhaps was not written in that innocent soul’s fate. Because she was bound to be tainted by many.

Morí el día de mi cumpleaños, pero ni mis papás ni mi esposo se dieron cuenta. Todos estaban de lleno en los preparativos de la fiesta de cumpleaños de mi hermana gemela, Alicia Gonzáles. Mientras todos la rodeaban para escoger su vestido de gala, a mí me habían amarrado de pies y manos y me habían arrojado al sótano. Con las últimas fuerzas que me quedaban y con los dedos ya torcidos, logré marcar el 9395, la señal que Sergio Sandarti y yo habíamos acordado para pedir ayuda en caso de peligro. Nunca imaginé que llegaría el día de tener que usarla de verdad. Pero Sergio no me creyó. Respondió con frialdad: “¿De verdad haces tanto drama nada más porque no te llevamos a comprar un vestido nuevo? El del año pasado todavía te queda bien. Nos vemos más tarde en la fiesta, deja de hacer escándalo”. Él no sabía que mi vestido ya lo había destrozado Alicia. Tampoco sabía que, en cuanto colgué la llamada, yo ya estaba muerta. Así que no asistí a la fiesta de cumpleaños. Pero cuando todos vieron el regalo que yo había preparado con anticipación para Alicia, se volvieron locos.

How much did my wife love me? To marry me, she proposed ninety-nine times. I was not moved until the hundredth. On our wedding day, I gave her ninety-nine make-up cards. We agreed that as long as all of them were not used up, I would stay with her. Five years into our marriage, she used one card every time she went out to be with her crush. When she reached the ninety-seventh card, she suddenly noticed that I had changed. I no longer begged for her to stay. When she lost control because of her adorable secretary, I asked her, “If you don't come back tonight, can I use a make-up card?” She paused for a moment and then softened, which was rare for her. “Okay.” I nodded and let her leave. She thought she still had many make-up cards. She didn't realize this was his last chance.

As the mafia boss of Ciudad Reál, Caspian Magnus Castillo has no time for any unnecessary things a man in his age would do. He only cares for power, money and safety of his city. Being the biggest rival of the Castillo Clan, Hunter Cody Lazus uses his remaining card to overthrow them- seduce the virgin mafia boss. Fiorella Evianna Quinn, his half sister, was tasked to make Caspian fall for her. But little did Hunter know, his remaining card will be his biggest downfall.

Olivia is a 23-year-old lady, she's extremely beautiful and crazy, she works as a cleaner at a famous hotel and ended up getting fired a day to her pay day. She felt depressed for being treated unfairly and drank alcohol like she'll never see the next day. What happens when she woke up to find herself on an unknown bed? How will she react if the unknown person turns out to be someone that was out of her league? This unknown man throws her a card, a card to work as his secretary. Will Olivia grab something that was out of her reach?

“You belong to me now! No woman is allowed to caress your rod aside from me!" She is the invincible queen of the underworld, the most dangerous Mafia Lord in the cartel kingdom. Selena Santa Cruz is the only woman who can make even the fearless men fall on their knees. Wanted by the force and underworld Lords, Selena fears nothing aside from her past. A past that she has been running from, a past she must put an end to. But when this dangerous Mafia queen crosses paths with an innocent and fragile student, everything changes. The untamable woman sees herself falling dangerously for this young boy whose origin is a mystery. “If I can’t have him then no one will.” Those were the deadly words of Selena Santa Cruz the moment she set her eyes on Tyrone Miller. Vowing to kill anyone to have him all to herself, will Selena be able to win against the thousands of men after her? How can she fight against her past when the one thing she has vowed to protect is strongly linked to it?

Yo solo era una estudiante que no podía pagar la colegiatura. Durante cinco años, también fui la amante secreta del jefe de la mafia Dante Costello. Públicamente, era su restauradora de arte personal. En privado, pasaba las noches haciéndome suya, abrazándome fuerte y besándome hasta dejarme sin aliento. Entonces su familia arregló su compromiso. Con Isabella Rossi. Una princesa de una familia rival. En su fiesta de compromiso, Isabella me clavó un fragmento de cristal roto en el dorso de la mano. Me obligó a disculparme. Con ella. Por haber hecho una escena. Conteniendo las lágrimas, incliné la cabeza ante Isabella. Cuando ella perdió una apuesta y tuvo que jugar a la ruleta rusa; una bala, seis recámaras, él me obligó a tomar su lugar. Me temblaba la mano mientras me apuntaba con la pistola a la cabeza. —Una vez me salvaste la vida —le dije—. Ahora te la devuelvo. En el momento en que desaparecí de su mundo, el despiadado jefe de la mafia que lo tenía todo bajo control... perdió la cabeza.

My husband's first love posted a video on her social media. In the video, the two of them were passing a playing card with their lips. When the card fell, their lips met in a kiss. They didn't stop—lost in the moment, they kissed passionately for an entire minute. Her caption read: [Still the same clumsy piggy! PS: Steve's skills are as good as ever!] I quietly liked the post and left a comment: [Congrats.] The next second, my husband called, yelling at me furiously, "No other woman is as dramatic as you! I was just playing a game with Lanie. Why are you acting crazy again?" It was then that I realized seven years of love meant nothing. It was time for me to leave.