St Jude Tattoo Ideas

Do you believe in reincarnation? a person who lives in the past and comes back in the future in different body, gender or even life status. every night after my 18th birthday, I always have this recurring dreams wherein I'm in a middle of an enchanting forest wearing a nice and beautiful dress then suddenly a man appears holding a necklace and slowly put in on my neck and once I turned to him he disappear.. and the only thing I could remember is his arm with a tattoo of chained heart. Until one day I met Ares Martinez, a billionaire and a powerful business tycoon. The first time that our eyes met my whole body shivers and longs to him. Pero dalagang pilipina siya at walang karanasan kaya naman hanggang panaginip na lang ang "connection" niya dito. Not until it came to her shop and demand a dinner date to her dahil sa pang iiwan niya daw dito sa "supposed luncheon date" nila na hindi naman niya alam! Paano kung yung "connection" nila sa panaginip ay maging totoo? at bakit sa tuwing mag lalapit ang mga katawan nila ay may kung anong boses siyang naririnig na tila galing pa sa ibang panahon. May kung anong connection nga kaya ang mga panaginip niya noon sa nangyayari ngayon sa kanila ni Ares? Paano kung hindi lang pala siya ang nakakarinig ng mga kakaibang bulong sa hangin? Paano kung sila pala ang susi upang mabuksan at mabuhay muli ang isang dakilang pagibig na hinadlangan ng pagkakataon subalit muling bubuuin ng panahon sa katauhan nilang dalawa. Does history will repeat itself? lets find out as Heather and Ares fight destiny for the sake of their own happiness.

WARNING! ADULT CONTENT:Strictly 18+ “I can’t…..take it….any…more.mm..you...I.!” She cried out loudly, but not of pain more like an unbearable pleasure, at the same instance, Andre claimed her lips fully into his, going harder and harder. His plan? To make her completely his and to drive crazy as she did to him, it was a sweet revenge that Andre could definitely die for, wave after wave, after wave of undulating pleasure continued to rage and roil through her body but Andre didn’t stop, his fingers continue to graze her sweet spot with every creamy thrust, until she crashed against him with a shuddering release, her teeth biting softly on his ear robe, her soft quivering sounds filling his ear. Gently he rested her back on the car seat, as though it wasn’t enough for him, he opened the door and walked over to the other side and opened Arianna's door. Standing two feet from her, he pulled off his t-shirt out from his head, Arianna was out of breathe watching him, her olive face turned pink with hot pleasure, her legs still widely apart the way he had left it. She noticed a new tattoo on his chest as the lightening shine like a divine touch on his beautiful wet body contouring the abs and every muscle in his torso and slowly her eyes went lower, his wet pant made his arousal obvious, his erection so big and huge that it gave her chills, and her throat sudden dryness. What's worse than realizing that your sweet anonymous lover from a secret dating site,whom you fall Inlove with is actually your spoilt, arrogant,self centered and sadist CEO! Whom you hated so much. But can she be able to tame this monster?

Im dritten Jahr meiner Ehe mit Viktor Grau schickte mir seine Stiefschwester Nina plötzlich ein Video. Ich öffnete es und sah Viktor. Mit der Krawatte, die ich ihm gerade geschenkt hatte, fesselte er seine Stiefschwester am Bettpfosten fest. Sie lag nackt unter ihm und stöhnte immer wieder „Schatz“. Danach lagen sie eng umschlungen. Nina schmiegte sich an seinen Hals und säuselte: „Viktor, der Ring, den du mir geschenkt hast, gefällt mir nicht. Gib ihn doch deiner Frau – als Geburtstagsgeschenk von deiner kleinen Schwester.“ Am nächsten Tag saß ich in einem gehobenen Restaurant und starrte geistesabwesend auf den leeren Stuhl mir gegenüber. Plötzlich kam sein Vertrauter mit einer riesigen Torte auf mich zu. „Don hatte etwas Dringendes zu erledigen und bat mich, Ihnen Ihr Geburtstagsgeschenk zu überbringen.“ In der Schatulle lag genau der Ring, den seine Stiefschwester nicht gewollt hatte. Im selben Moment erreichte mich ein neues Foto auf dem Handy: Viktor war mit seiner Stiefschwester im Krankenhaus. Ich weinte nicht, machte keine Szene und unterschrieb ruhig die Scheidungspapiere – dann ließ ich eine Hochzeit vorbereiten. „Gnädige Frau, wessen Namen sollen für Braut und Bräutigam eingetragen werden?“ „Viktor Grau und Nina Grau.“ In sieben Tagen würde die ganze Welt erfahren, was der stets so unnahbare Don hinter verschlossenen Türen mit seiner Stiefschwester so alles trieb.

Trigger Warning: 18+, rape, abuse, Mature and sexual content, slavery, violence. "Don't get the ideas that you are ever going to receive anything other than hate from me, Athena. I don't need a mate. I don't need a weak pathetic bond like this to survive," He growled as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and harshly threw me on the bed. I was naked and helpless in front of his menacing eyes. "Sebastian, please don't do this..." "I have purchased you from that auction only because you'll come in use to tame my wolf, and you are nothing but a good that I will use every day and night for my pleasure. And your life in hell starts from today." "Please don't..." I begged but none of my words affected him. I backed away till my body hit against the headboard but he dragged me by my ankles and shredded the last piece of fabric, my panties, and threw it away. **** After being sold by my parents to auctioneers because of being a wolf-less she-wolf, When fate landed me in my mate's arms from the auction, for once I thought I was finally going to find happiness...someone who'd love me. But it was another hell I landed into. Sebastian Valdez-- was known as the cursed Alpha who killed his own father. Everyone feared him, his barbaric deeds had no bounds, and he did not have a heart. He only had one rule in his life--Thrive in others' pain. But what he did to me was even worse. He snatched my innocence, abused me, raped me every night, hurt me beyond extreme, and left me with only the want to escape from his cage but that was until I got to know what his curse was......

Durante a cerimônia de premiação da Competição Internacional de Design de Joias, a minha meia-irmã recebeu o grande prêmio, só que usando os designs que havia roubado de mim. E qual era o grande prêmio? Tornar-se a noiva do principal patrocinador da premiação, Jude Moretti, o Padrinho da família Moretti. Ele era um homem cruel e ambicioso, mas que acabou atingido por uma grande explosão e por isso diziam que ele não podia ter filhos. Naquela noite, os homens de Moretti, vestidos com seus paletós pretos, traziam um contrato de casamento todo cravejado a ouro. Eles buscavam a "artesã extraordinária". Meu noivo, Marco, entrou em pânico e fugiu com a Sandra às pressas para Vegas, eles se casaram naquela noite e ela foi salva. Com o ato consumado, Sandra retornou usando o meu vestido de seda, o pescoço cheio de marcas e exibindo um anel brilhante em seu dedo. — Agora, o Marco é meu. — Ela disse em tom de deboche. — O que você vai fazer, Odessa? O padrinho te deu apenas um dia para decidir. Se você não se casar, a Família vai pedir uma compensação e você terá que trabalhar em algum cortiço qualquer, ou quem sabe eles não te vendem para algum maluco com fetiches estranhos. Ela estava enganada, eu não tinha escolha. Mais cedo, eu encontrei meu pai e minha madrasta tendo dificuldades para lidar com aquele contrato. — Eu faço isso! — Eu disse. — Eu me caso com o Padrinho.

“My God, Maurine! Dalawa na ang anak mo pero ni isa sa mga ama nila ay hindi mo kilala!? Paano kang nabuntis ng hindi mo nalalaman!?” Mga katanungan na hindi alam kung paano sasagutin ng dalagang si Maurine. Walang siyang hinangad kundi ang makatapos ng pag-aaral at makatulong sa kanyang kapatid. Subalit hindi niya sukat akalain na mangyayari sa kanya ang mga nababasa lamang niya sa mga novela. One night stand, not once but twice, dahilan kung bakit sa murang edad ay naging dalagang ina si Maurine Kai Ramirez. Ang masaklap, wala siyang pagkakakilanlan sa mga lalaking nakabuntis sa kanya. Hanggang sa natuklasan niya na ang ama ng panganay niyang anak ay ang CEO na si Andrade Quiller Hilton ang kakambal ni Storm Hilton. Naiskandalo ang CEO ng Steel Quiller Corp. dahil sa biglang pagsulpot ng mag-ina, ngunit mariǐng itinanggi ng binata na hindi siya ang ama ng anak ni Maurine. But for the sake of his name ay kinuha niya ang mag-ina pero para gawing katulong ang dalaga sa sarili nitong pamamahay. Paano ipaglalaban ni Maurine ang karapatan ng kanyang anak kung ang pinanghahawakan lang niya ay ang tattoo sa likod ng binata? Kung ikaw si Andrade ay a-akuin mo ba ang responsibilidad, hindi lang ng isang bata kundi ng dalawang anak ni Maurine? Isa na namang kwento ng pag-ibig ang ating susubaybayan mula sa pamilyang Hilton. Ang kwentong ito ay tungkol sa ikalimang anak ni Cedric Hilton na may title na: “The CEO’s Sudden Childs”

EZREN: Kiss or kill. Those were always the two options left.. until the past walks back into my life in the form of blue eyes, ginger curls, and a tattoo he swears I should remember. Knox Graye. A diagnosed psychopath. Says he was my brother’s boyfriend. That I left him to die and that I hold the only truth to his death. He is everywhere. Digging up my lies. Ruining what’s left of my life. Call me ‘Cherry’ like it means something. I swear I hate it. I hate him. I don’t know if he wants closure, revenge, or just someone to break. Either way, I’m his target and his third option. KNOX: Everyone thinks I’ve got a loose screw in the head but they're wrong. I lost the whole damn toolbox, buried six feet under with the only person I ever loved. I've spent six years grieving. Dying in pieces while he rots away in a grave but now? Now someone else walk around in his bones, smiling with his lips like he fuckin’ owns it. Like I wouldn’t recognize my own goddamn Cherry. Except now he calls himself Ezren. Cute. He thinks he has been hiding behind top grades and golden-boy charm, but I built his whole damn maze. And now that he's close? I’m done with subtlety. I want chaos in his veins, his secrets peeled off like skin. I want to crawl into the part of his head where he still hears his brother’s laugh and whisper: “You were always mine." He doesn’t know it yet, but I’m going to dismantle him. Brick by fucking brick. And when he finally breaks, I’ll be there to offer him a choice. “Kiss or kill, Cherry?”

"What is going on with you?" she practically yelled. I looked at her and shrugged. "Seriously, Wolf. You're so damn confusing. One minute you act like you hate me the next you are defending me and acting like you love me. You make no sense" she ranted. She glared at me and I chuckled. "I didn't know what I wanted before. I do now" I said casually. "Really? And what is that?" She fumed. "You, baby." I smirked. Ruby, Scarlett, Sam and Wolf were all childhood best friends. As close as they could be. Ruby moved away years ago when her parents divorced. Her mother wanted a fresh start in New York. Everyone promised to keep in touch but, of course, they didn't. Only her cousin. Scarlett stuck by Ruby. Ruby survived though. She made new friends and her mother remarried making her new best friend Cassy her sister. Wolf was broken when Ruby left. Losing her changed him. As the years wore on, he became darker and cruel. He joined his Dad and ran the local MC and truly loved the lifestyle. Sam felt hollow since Ruby left. He distracted himself with football and girls and had earned himself quite a reputation. Ruby and Cassy became best friends while their mothers dated. They both embraced the New York party lifestyle. Ruby changed from a sweet, quiet girl to a bit of a wild child but kept her heart of gold. That is, until Ruby and Cassy have to move back to Rose Hills with their mothers. Wolf and Sam are shocked to see Ruby again. One of them view her as a challenge, the other as prey. Ruby has other ideas though. She's not the same girl that left and she's not about to let anyone hurt her again.

Un soir d’hiver, deux âmes brisées se croisent sur le toit d’un immeuble. Gabriel, 37 ans, vient d’apprendre qu’il est stérile. Son dernier espoir vient de s'effondrer. Ses rêves de paternité, les sacrifices… tout était vain. Il est monté là-haut pour fuir le vacarme du monde, pour faire face à l’abîme. Élise, 19 ans, est montée sur ce même toit après avoir reçu un appel qui a fait basculer sa réalité : elle est enceinte. Mais elle est vierge. Aucun homme , oui , aucun contact , rien. Et pourtant, le test est formel. Son médecin parle d’un "miracle", mais pour elle, c’est une impossibilité crue, presque une trahison de son propre corps. Elle n’en peut plus. Elle veut comprendre ou disparaître. Dans cette nuit suspendue, ils se parlent. Ils ne se connaissent pas, et pourtant, un lien se tisse, fragile, intense. Une forme de tendresse entre deux solitudes. Ils ne partagent que des fragments de leur vérité, sans savoir que leurs destins sont déjà liés bien plus profondément qu’ils ne l’imaginent. Car ce que ni l’un ni l’autre ne sait encore, c’est que quelques semaines plus tôt, une erreur a été commise dans une clinique de fertilité. Le sperme de Gabriel, conservé malgré son diagnostic, a été utilisé par mégarde lors d’une insémination. Et l’enfant qu’attend Élise est le sien. Un drame inattendu, un secret inscrit dans la chair d’un futur innocent. Et quand la vérité éclatera, rien ne sera plus jamais comme avant.

Mi amiga, Sofía Santos, la misma que siempre juró que jamás se casaría, me acompañó a la clínica el día de mi inseminación artificial. Pero justo cuando estaba por elegir la muestra de esperma... ¡me la robó! En ese instante lo entendí: ella también había vuelto a vivir. En mi vida anterior, yo solo quería tener un hijo mestizo, así que decidí hacerlo por mi cuenta. Recuerdo que Sofía se burlaba de mí, diciéndome que era una tonta por querer tener un hijo de un desconocido. Lo que nadie imaginó fue lo que vino después: dos semanas más tarde terminé en la corte real. Resultó que el donante que había elegido era, nada menos, que un príncipe extranjero. No solo quiso casarse conmigo, sino que juró que nuestro hijo heredaría el trono. De repente, mi hijo y yo nos convertimos en figuras importantes de la familia real. Las joyas que me regalaban pesaban tanto que apenas podía sostenerme de pie. Mientras tanto, Sofía, tan obsesionada con sus ideas de liberación y ese afán de ir siempre contra todo, terminó metiéndose con la gente equivocada. La despidieron de su trabajo y quedó vetada de la industria. Cuando se enteró del bautizo de mi hijo, viajó desesperada para buscarme. Pero en cuanto la recibí, hizo lo impensable: empujó a mi hijo al suelo, matándolo al instante, y luego me arrojó ácido. —¿Por qué a ti te va tan bien? —gritaba—. ¡Eres una maldita desgraciada, no lo mereces! Cuando volví a abrir los ojos, estaba otra vez en el mismo día... el día en que Sofía me acompañó a la clínica.