Sukuna Hand Tattoo

After Lilith died, my fated mate Darian hated me. "If it weren't for you, Lilith would still be alive. Why couldn't it have been you instead?" So he played the loving husband in public. And tortured me in secret. Until I finally died. I was reborn — back to before Lilith's death. This time, I wouldn't cling to Darian. I'd let him have Lilith. When he dropped my hand at my birthday ball and walked toward Lilith, I didn't beg. When he said my scent in the house made him sick, I moved out immediately. When he told me to stop standing between him and his true love, I severed the mate bond without a word and turned to another man. Later, I was walking down the street hand in hand with my new mate. Darian blocked our path like a man possessed, eyes rimmed red: "Grace, come back with me. I can forgive your little joke."

What do you do when your uncle walks in on you with your fingers deep in your ass, hand stroking your cock?

"Traitor! Slave forever!" Today is my 18th birthday, the day I've been looking forward to. But now, I am being beaten, judged, humiliated and vilified... All because my brother, Benjamin, had quietly eloped with the Alpha King's fiancée. I, on the other hand, was left here, a target of the crowd, bearing all the guilt for them... *** Fortunately, I was not killed by those people, and even Alpha King interrogated me personally. "Is that you?" A low, sexy voice came from above me. When I looked up, I saw a magnificent creature walking towards my direction with his head up high and his Phoenix eyes were coldly looking at me. "MATE!!!" There's no doubt about it. He's my mate! Is he here to save me?!! It has to be! I knew my mate would save me. Hearing my enthusiastic voice, he stared at me for a moment and then approached my cell. I could feel my heart pounding the moment he drew closer and walked inside of the cell until he was close enough to me. I trembled from eagerness when his hand reached out and touched my face. But to my surprise, I felt his hand wrapped tightly around my neck. “You are not.” He coldly remarked as the hand that wrapped around my neck tightened, making my face pale as I looked at him in disbelief. He doesn't want me, my mate wants to kill me!

Afam hunter kung tawagin, sugar baby para sa iilan. Nilulon niya ang pride at kumapit sa patalim para sa pera, para mabuhay sila. All for her dreams and her family. Pakiramdam ni Xylca Romero ay siya na ang pinakamalas na nilalang sa buong mundo. Ang ama niya ay lasenggero at ang ina ay dakilang sugarol sa kanilang lugar. Nakapisan naman sa kanila ang dalawang may-asawa ng mga kapatid karay-karay ang mga anak at mga ka-live in nilang palamunin din sa kanilang bahay. Sa murang edad niya ay naatang na sa kaniyang balikat ang responsibilidad sa mga nakababatang kapatid at ang pagbabayad sa mga pinagkakautangan ng kaniyang mga magulang. Gustuhin man niyang makawala sa lahat ng ito pero hindi siya binigyan ng mapagpipilian ng tadhana. And so she entered the world of dating foreigners online for her dreams. Sapat na ang lahat ng pasanin niya sa buhay to last her a lifetime. The burden is too heavy for her alone. Kaya mas nainis siya nang umentra sa buhay niya ang guwapong adik na tricycle driver na may dinosaur na tattoo sa katauhan ni Pierce. He stalked her, swoon over her, and made her fall in love with him. Is love enough for the two hungry souls? Or will reality only slap them hard in the face? In the end, their choices will define if they will choose love or goodbye.

Maxton Alarcon is the eldest son of a wealthy family who disguises himself and leads a secret life. On the one hand, he is a capable next-in-line CEO. On the other hand, he is a ruthless individual who will go to any length to maintain his position. Elise Carroll is a lovely young baker who has everything she could want. Loving family, supportive friends, favorite job, you name it! However she couldn't find love on her own so she left that choice to her parents. And so she get engaged to Maxton, expecting to be loved and respected equally. Until she discovers Maxton's true identity...

Gu Jiuci, the daughter of rich parents, was forced into despair: her family was destroyed and she was forsaken by her friends and relatives after being framed by a scheming couple. It was only at the point of death that she realized she had fallen in love with the wrong man and that she had betrayed Huo Mingche, who was willing to give up his life for her. Now, she was reincarnated back as the arrogant and demonic princess of the Gu family, but this time around, things would be different. She would love and work with her husband, Huo Mingche, hand in hand to destroy the vile couple that harmed her in her past life, with his full approval and support.

Its been four years, I thought as I walked. Four years since the girl I loved died. Four years since I lost the only one I cared about. I finally reached my destination and went inside the cemetery. I was lost in thought when I felt another body crash into mine. I quickly offered my hand to the girl who fell but her hair was covering her face. She grabbed my hand and I pulled her up and my body froze "It can't be." I whispered looking at the face of my dead girlfriend.

Dominic Romanov, a mafia boss who spends the night with a beautiful woman who leaves him wanting more than what he bargained for. His hand reached up, clasping around my neck and causing my eyes to shoot open. "Tell me how you want to be fucked, Caitlin." He taunted licking his bottom lip as his brown eyes darkened. There was a predatory lust on his features as he stared at me. My rational brain switched off - allowing me to completely be controlled by the pure lust I felt. I smiled when his hand tightened. "However you want."

Sera I escaped a life plagued with death and destruction years ago. But it's come back to haunt me. Killian Ricci is no ordinary crime boss. He's the grim reaper. I belong to him. I don't know why he's keeping me locked up. All I know is he holds my life in his hands. And in the mafia world, his hands are bloody. They don't call him the Hand of Death for no reason. If I want to survive I have one option. Submit. Killian Mano Della Morte. That's what they call me. The Hand of Death.

"Draven, where the hell are you touching? That's Mrs. Miran!" At my son Draven Tarell's, birthday party, he was making a wish with his eyes closed. But his hand ended up right on my neighbor, Rina Miran's chest. Rina was wearing a deep V-neck, showing off her fair chest, and his hand was already on bare skin. But what I didn't expect was Rina looking like she was actually enjoying it. She even arched into his touch. I was even more shocked when I realized that her ripped son, Kian Miran, was eyeing me like I was his next meal.