Treating Yourself Quotes

The day I had a miscarriage, nobody showed up to see me in the hospital. I saw on Jonah's social media that he was celebrating his first love's birthday. My son, who I raised for nine years, was also there and gave her a handmade gift. However, in the ten years we have been married, Jonah has never celebrated my birthday. I have never received a gift from my son, either. I suddenly felt exhausted and told him I wanted a divorce. That night, he rushed home and said, "It's just a miscarriage. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?" My son added, "Mom, you're an adult. Can't you take better care of yourself?"

Forced to marry her childhood crush, she finds herself loving him more. She had high hopes for their marriage and wanted to make it work out. But he dashed her hopes when he brought divorce papers home as a gift on their first anniversary. She loved him. But she wouldn't force herself on him. It's his loss for treating her like trash because of a two-faced woman. She maintained her composure, signed the papers, and left him. He thought that he had no feelings for her. But why did he feel like he had lost something very dear to him? Only after she had traveled abroad did he realize what he had lost. Was it too late? Would he get her back or lose her forever?

She never wanted to fix him. He was chaos, destruction, a man who wore his scars like armor. And she? She was the fool who dared to love him anyway. Revansh Malhotra was everything Aarini Joshi should have stayed away from—reckless, heartless, and incapable of love. But somewhere between his cruel smirks and broken promises, she saw a glimpse of the boy he once was... and the man he could become. "I don't want to fix you, Malhotra," she told him once. "But I wish to love you so fiercely, so fearlessly, that you won't have a choice but to change—for yourself, and for me." In a world where love is often a battlefield, Aarini chooses to fight not with anger, but with unwavering devotion. But some wars aren't meant to be won. Will her love heal a heart that’s forgotten how to feel? Or will she end up shattering herself in the process? A story of raw love, heartbreaking choices, and the painful beauty of believing in someone who refuses to believe in themselves.

"I live miserable from the thought I killed my parents! All my life I was insulted, mocked, accused, and dethroned! And then, I discovered it was all done by my half-brother and your father?! Embrace yourself! I will wipe out all your kind," I roared. "You can't do it," A playful smirked form on my lips. "C'mon, darling... I can," "I thought you love me?" she asked while tears streaming down her face. I stopped in my trance and gulped hard. An excruciating pain kicked in inside my chest. "Yes! It's all fucking true! But hatred is much stronger than this shit feeling I felt for you! Today, you are nothing to me but a whore!" I spat, trying to fool myself. She burst into tears and held her chest that was aching. "Choose, William... Me or revenge?" she asked with her hopeful eyes. Instead of answering it, I stood firm and looked into her eyes intently. "I, Alpha King William, rejected you Mira to be my mate. Get ready... This town will bathe in blood." I heartlessly said before turning my back and leaving her in tears.

"Say you love me," Gabriel growled, his body slamming into mine with brutal force. I bit my lip hard, tears welling in my eyes. ‘No,’ I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible. He thrust harder, as if trying to consume me. "Just say it. Pretend for once." "Never." I swallowed the moan rising in my throat. In the midst of his frantic thrust, we both reached a climax. It was absurd-- two people who hated each other so deeply, yet perfectly attuned in bed. We'd known each other for ten years, but Gabriel’s hatred for me was palpable. He blamed me for the deaths of his mother and brother, making me the scapegoat for his grief and rage. He made things difficult for me, treating me like his personal plaything. But I loved him, secretly. A love poisoned by pain and humiliation, suffocating me all the time. Then, one day, he pressed a trembling kiss to my lips and pleaded, "Camille, don’t leave me. Never."

Your life spirals into a vortex of grief and responsibility after your father suddenly passes away. It doesn't end there. A devastating misunderstanding breaks your relationship with Ethan Warner, the one true love of your life, leaving a deep wound. When you're forced to take a new job at a prestigious company to help your family, it turns out your boss is none other than your ex Ethan. You take the job anyway. But nothing prepares you for a cruel encounter with Ethan. Everything happens in a flash and you find yourself trapped in a marriage with a man consumed by hatred and a thirst for revenge. His ultimatum: obey him, or suffer the consequences. What is worse is that beneath his hatred lies a dangerous obsession with you. When secrets won't stay hidden and enemies from the past are out to make sure you two never work out, will you ever get the chance to clear the misunderstanding of years ago and win back your love? Or will the shadows of your past destroy your future?

They said it was just a phase. A crush. A mistake she’d forget by morning. But obsessions don’t fade. They grow. In Filthy Obsessions, lust doesn’t whisper, it grabs hair, rips buttons, and leaves bruises in its name. These stories are not sweet. They’re soaked in sin. A sex therapist who doesn’t use words to fix broken marriages. A judge who sentences two sisters to submission, then joins them. A father’s best friend who doesn’t just watch,he waits, dark and patient, until she begs for his cock. An art professor who sketches her body in secret... then ruins her innocence on the altar. These men aren’t heroes. They’re cravings in human form. And the women who fall for them? They never recover. If you’ve ever whispered “Daddy, begged for it, screamed through it, or touched yourself thinking, “What if…” Filthy Obsessions was written for you.

“Picture this Daniela. You spend your entire life thinking of how you can take revenge on your enemy, and one day, they suddenly appear in front of you, on a silver platter. Are you really, going to let them go?” “You hate me. You said so yourself, so what could you possibly want with me?” “You’re going to help me. The perfect loophole for me to escape an obligation. You’re going to be my wife.” * * * * * * * * * Daniela Stevens could have been any normal woman, but the sins of her father and the endless nightmares, changed her life more than she could ever imagine. And that scar she carried everyday, was the permanent reminder of the pain she had caused a certain stranger, and the fact that she didn't deserve to find happiness. As long as she lived. This stranger, who is her nightmare, is Alexander Jackson. He has not been able to let go of the pain of being orphaned, therefore he feels the urge to take revenge, even if it meant making an innocent person suffer. His life and hers get tangled together, and they have to make a decision, whether to keep suffering, or to let go of the past. But letting go deals with change and trust, and that is their only obstacle.

Synopsis/Blurb: ... "Elena, do you know what you're getting yourself into?" Layla, my best friend asked sounding concerned. All for the right reasons though. I smirked, crossing my legs. "He is rich, he is handsome, he is powerful..." A sly smile graced my lips "Noah Reynolds, is my target" ... Professional con artist Elena Vasquez targets Noah Reynolds, a wealthy businessman with a guarded heart, as her latest mark. Unbeknownst to Noah, Elena plans an elaborate heist that entangles them in a web of deception and unexpected romance. As they navigate through twists, turns, and conflicting emotions, Elena and Noah discover that their lives may be more connected than they ever imagined. Can they overcome their pasts and find love amidst the chaos of their own making?

"You've come to kill me detective?",He whispered against her skin as he gently grasped her arm and turned her to him. Jude swallowed a gulp and looked up at him. His eyes were a cobalt shade of blue behind the mask, daring,cold and... terrifying. "And you've come to me to be killed?", She replied in a hushed tone, gathering a lot of nerve and taking a step closer to him. His eyes roamed over her, lingering on the curves of her body, the dress, before returning to her eyes. She didn't want to admit it to herself that she had developed a thing,some sort of feeling besides hate for him. The Maestro. The most dangerous man in New Haven. She had made it a habit, risking her life for a flicker of hope, clarity and some sort of peace. The memory of being against a wall,with the edge of his dagger at her throat and his body pressed against hers still lingered. He was devastating and she couldn't get him out of her head. She needed answers; to have some knowledge of what happened. Did he know? If she tried hard enough, could she get him right where she want and extract the information she needed? Or was she was just trying to fill the gaping hole in her heart? You're going to get yourself killed; the Lieutenant had said to her over and over. But it was a risk she was willing to take. Perhaps this was just another cruel twist the universe had in store for her. Jude thought she had gotten used to it but that was her just lying to herself. The universe wasn't cruel,it was brutal. And it was yet to show Jude what it had installed just for her.