Unfuck Yourself

Nagulat na lamang si Ysabel nang may mga armadong lalaki ang pumunta sa kanilang bahay at pilit siyang kinuha kahit na may malubhang sakit ito. Mas lalong nadurog ang kanyang puso nang malamang may pagkakautang at atraso ang kanyang ama kay Harrem Lavigne, na isang muti-billionaire at kinakatakutang CEO "Alam mo ba kung bakit ka andito saakin?" "Your father sold you to me. So you are going to give me your body and your soul. Sayang lang at hindi pa kita mapapakinabangan sa ngayon. You will be my bed warmer. I'll wait until you fully bloom." Iyon ang mga katagang tumatak sa kanya nang makapasok siya sa buhay ni Harrem. Naging pansamantalang libangan siya nito tuwing nakakaramdam siya ng tawag ng laman. Akala niya ay doon magtatapos ang kanyang paghihirap Ngunit ano ang gagawin ni Ysabel nang malaman niyang si Harrem at ang fiancee nitong si Cassandra ang dahilan kung bakit nasawi ang kanyang pamilya? “You'll pay for what you made me into. And I will make sure that you'll end up kneeling into your knees begging for my forgiveness. Dahil patay na ang dating Ysabel na kilala niyo." Brace yourself, Harrem Lavigne because Ysabel Larraine Cielo will make you taste your own medicine. Sa gitna ng kanilang paghihiganti sa isat isa ay matutuklasan nila ang isang sekretong magkokonekta ulit sa kanilang dalawa. This time, is there any second chance para sa kanilang pagmamahalan? "Ysabel, you're an angel sent from hell to save a demon like me. I'm fucking whipped on you, baby." Mainit na bulong ni Harrem sa tenga ng namumulang si Ysabel.

“You're still my wife! ”Ryan yelled clutching onto her arm. “ oh please, spare me that crap”. Valerie said, rolling her. eyes. ” Can we at least talk ?”. He asked her Instead, she yanked her arm from his, and without a second glance or word she turned to leave, but then she halted and turned to him. “ I'm going to make this very clear and I'll do it once only, the Valerie you are looking for is dead and long gone, so stop following me about because I won't hesitate to deal with you, now if you'll excuse me I have better things to do with my time “. Valerie said and turned to leave. “ I looked for you Val, I did. I searched for you for three whole years. None one knew where you were, what else could I have done !”. He yelled. “ we’re still married you know, I did not sign those papers“, Ryan told her. “ see yourself out of my house and don't show your face around here again “. And she left. “Oh, but we will see each other again very soon “, he smirked. **************************************************** Valerie and Ryan’s marriage wasn’t near perfect .Ryan, forced to leave his girlfriend and marry Valerie yet Valerie loved Ryan so much and was the perfect wife to him she gave him her life and did everything to please him yet he never cared about her. Until that night. The night he chose his girlfriend over her and her baby’s life. Barely making it out alive Valerie left and never looked back. Five years later. Valerie is back in town and she and Ryan's paths cross but she is no longer the same girl he once knew.

“So, tell me about yourself Mr. Davenport?” she asks. I don’t look up from my computer, as I log in. “What do you want to know, Miss Harvey?” I ask her. "Are you perhaps dating anyone right now?" she asks. I look up at her surprised by her question. I shake my head. "No..." it’s true I’m not dating anyone right now. Her smile brightens. “That’s good.” She tells me. I frown, “Why would that be good exactly?” I ask, I look back at the screen and see Kendell hasn’t arrived at the sight yet, I’m about to tell her when she speaks again. “So Mr. Davenport, do you find little old me attractive?” she asks me. I look at her… “What are you getting at Miss Harvey?” I ask her. “Come humor me…” she tilts her head. I sigh. “I’d be a fool not to find you attractive, though I don’t know how that’s of any pertinence to right now." I tell her. She smiles. “So what do you say Mr. Davenport, or can I call you Blake?” I ask her. I have no idea what she’s up to. I choose to ignore her. She moves closer to me. “Come on now, don’t ignore me.” she says. I look at her, a little dress that leaves little to the imagination. She’s leaning onto the desk giving me a full view of her breasts. Is she hitting on me? She is hitting on me right? “So how sturdy is this desk exactly?” she asks. I take her in, it’s been four years since I’ve so much as touched a woman sexually. Hell I can’t even tell if she’s flirting with me.

I got a car straight from the Lycan Chairman himself—a ride costs more than tens of millions and can turn every traffic light green. I got it because the Lycan Chairman once fell on the battlefield, his heart torn open. And me? I'm the one bound to him by a blood-sealed contract, the only secret healer who could save his life. To win me golden hour for surgeries, I was awarded with such an honored ride. I treated it like sacred ground, kept it hidden in my mate Yorick's underground garage, polished and guarded, ready for the day the Lycan Chairman might need me again. That day came. The summons burned in my hand, urgent and sharp. I rushed to the garage, ready to drive, and the second I approached the garage, a strange woman slid into the back seat. "Take me to the Nighty Bar," she ordered, flipping her hair. "Yorick had waited for me minutes. If he's mad at me being late, I'll make you regret it." My hands froze on the wheel. "This is my car," I told her, calm but firm. "I have urgent business. You need to get out. Now." She sneered. "What a joke. A chauffeur pretending to be the owner? You must have a death wish." Her soldiers glanced at me sideways, voice dripping with disdain. "Everyone in the pack knows that this car is Alpha's exclusive for picking up Selene! You're just a little healer. Do yourself a favor and listen to her." Their words cut sharper than any blade. The car that carried the highest secret of the werewolf race, the car tied to the Chairman's very heartbeat, in their mouths, it was nothing more than a toy. A plaything my mate used to please another she-wolf. They wanted me to bow. To surrender. To sit there, silent, while they spat on me. But what they didn't know, the Lycan Chairman's soldiers were already on their way.

Pain is unpleasant but it can save our lives. It alerts our body to potential damage. Pain tells you when you've pushed too far, when your are in a situation you need go get out of and and when something is terribly wrong, it also tell us if our body needs extra care. It tells us what's happening in the world around our own body. When you cut yourself deep, when you touch a hot stove, when you bang your head in something hard, or when you got puched or even when your tooth ache. Normally, people will feel the pain when any of these happens but what if you never felt it? No stinging sunburns, no aching joints. Paano kung hindi mo maramdaman ang sakit?Paano kung kahit mabalian ka ng buto o unti-unti ng masira ang buong katawan mo ay hindi mo pa rin alam dahil wala kang maramdamang sakit? How will you deal with it? If you think that being unable to feel pain sounds great, think again. She is Maven Cianna Aslanor, 23 years old, the heiress of Aslanor Household. Isang purong Italiana na nagmula sa pinakamaimpluwensya at pinakamakapangyarihang pamilya sa mundo. The woman behind Sygros Imperium. Ngunit sa kabila ng karangyaan at kapangyarihang tinatamasa ay may isang bagay siyang kailan man ay hindi niya makukuha, isang bagay na ipinagkait sa kanya habang buhay,ang makaramdam ng sakit. She is like a time bomb, a bomb that could blow up in any minute, a woman who don't have any slightest idea about how it feels to be in Pain. She is Maven Cianna Aslanor,a CIPA patient. A lady who can't feel pain. Will she able to fight her condition or everything ends tragically for her. Will she find her Venomous Cure?

"Fvck you. Get off me now!" He towers over me and his hands move under the covers, going higher and higher until I gasp. No matter how I want to push him away and stomp on his body, I can't. The heat and pleasure coming from his touch makes me go crazy. "Get off me, you dimwit." Through the heat, I force out words and I close my eyes as I moan when his lips descend on my neck, teasing and nibbling. "Oh goddess. Why won't you get off me." I try to push him off, in the mist of pleasure and he looks down at me with hooded eyes. My back touches the headboard when I shift backwards but he drags me back to himself by my ankle. "I am the King, Minerva. That means what I say goes." "Well, you can go fvck yourself or better yet, let your other mate do that for you." He climbs over me with his hands on each side of my head. Luckily, the heat is subsiding due to our close range. "I've told you a thousand time. I don't want you, I need you." "Fucker! I've told you a zillion times, I don't want to be your baby making machine, you stupid son of a mammoth-" He immediately shuts me up with a deep kiss, exploding my insides. ~~~~ It's every she-wolf's dream to be the mate of the wolf king but not Minerva's. She didn't plan to even know him, she didn't bargain to become a second mate, or a baby making machine to the King who has an unusual plan set up in his head; neither did she plan to be a hybrid. He finally found a way to break her... But they were so unconcerned about the brewing evil.

"Who thought this day would come so soon when…." He uttered, peering into her grey eyes which were aggressively shedding tears of pain and hatred. "Aereza Kensley would get willing to submit herself to me so easily," a sinful grin formed on his face as his ember orbs roamed all over her naked body which she had stopped covering. Getting to his feet, he walked closer to her. Standing just before her, he clutched a tendril of her hair and witnessed that hatred blazing in her watery eyes for him. "Why this much hatred when you have willingly come here to give yourself to me, bellissima?' his hoarse voice turned dangerously amiable. He knew she had come here to submit herself to him just because of her grandmother's life and safety which was captured in his hand. "Get on my bed and spread your legs wide for me,"She clenched her jaw and squeezed her eyes shut, hearing him whispering those words in her ear. Fresh wave of tears filled her eyes. He watched her obediently getting on his bed and laid there while opening her bare and trembling legs for him. His grin turned more sadistic as his gaze devoured her nakedness before climbing on top of her. He found her eyes were tightly shut. "Won't you look at me with those fearless eyes of yours anymore?" He whispered against her mouth before clutching her jaw aggressively. Forcing her head upward, he finally saw her tears burning eyes glaring at him. "You will forget about this hatred of yours for me after this night, bellissima," he cooed against her mouth, pinning her both hands above her head. Their eyes remained fastened with each other, pressing their naked bodies against each other. "And this is just its beginning, mate,"

CONTENT WARNINGS: Past trauma and revenge. Explicit sexual content. NB: Any resemblance to a real person or actual event is purely coincidental. —----------------- “I’ve been jerking to your photo every night for five years,” Tristan's calloused hand guides me along his crotch. “Aren't you happy to see me, Bunny?” “You murdered my father. Broke out of jail. Shot my fiancé at our wedding altar.” My voice flares. “Happy to see you?” “Because you’re the love of my goddamn miserable life,” he seizes my chin, forcing me to meet those frosty, possessive eyes. “The moment you said ‘I do,’ you became mine. You bear my hickeys, my ring, and my name. And it’s our wedding night, Husband.” Who chains their husband naked and dangles him from the top of a skyscraper on their wedding night?! Death isn’t romantic. I’m not a masochist. So why the fuck is my cock hard? Tristan grins, “Still lying to yourself?” I bite down on his lips. He doesn’t flinch even as blood trickles out. “Say that again and lose your tongue.” His grin widens with bloodied teeth. “Right, you're not into men… just me.” —------------- Tristan ‘Mad-Bishop’ Alister got busted by the Feds and locked away for five years. Now, he’s back to claim his obsession: Carlton Dickson. Tristan isn’t just Carlton’s captor. He’s Carlton’s former step-father, and their connection is more taboo than their forbidden affair. As Tristan serves justice to those who destroyed him, using ways that would make the devil shiver, Carlton is trapped between hatred and a dark desire he can’t escape. Can Carlton survive the truth of their relationship to each other? Or will they burn in the flames Tristan’s lit to consume everyone in his path?

"You are not going anywhere Alina, especially not to that green-eyed bastard." He said, slamming her against the wall & caging her in his arms. "Who do you think you are to tell me that? You are not my boss, Shane." She glared at him. He smirks, "I think you forgot who the boss is. You want me to remind you again?" He licked his lips as his gaze darted towards her lips. Her lips quivered under his hot gaze, as his lips almost touching hers. She took deep breaths, 'Control yourself Alina. Don't get him under your skin.' "Don't play with fire, Shane. You don't know who you are dealing with." She smirked. "Try me." He whispered, lightly grazing her earlobe with his teeth. ____ Alina, a strong headed & badass woman whose life is perfect as a Event planner. She just wants to increase her branches with her best friend & live a simple life. The only thing that bothers her is, her insecurities with men. Everything is normal until she crosses paths with the most powerful gang leader in New York. Shane Vincent King. He’s hot, mysterious, sexy yet dangerous. If you ever dare to come in his way then you’ll no longer be in this world... Every woman wants to be with him but he has his eyes only for one woman. What if Alina is that woman who he wants for all his life? Can she be able to put her insecurities aside for him? What if she got dragged into a dangerous life after entering his life? Or is her life already dangerous because of her unknown past? Will Shane help her to know her past, leading her into a new life & fall in love with each other or fate has some other plans for them?

My wife and I slept in separate beds for over three years. Then on our wedding anniversary, she suddenly tried to win me over. She climbed into my bed and pulled out all the stops, trying to get me to sleep with her. I stayed calm and collected. When our son started crying, I used it as an excuse to escape to his room, where I stayed all night. Vivian Hartley spent the entire night knocking on the door. The next morning, she acted sweet and gentle, graciously making me breakfast as if nothing had happened. She even tried to hand over her salary card. When my mother-in-law heard about this, she exploded at her daughter. "You pathetic fool! People need some self-respect! If you can't stand up for yourself, just get a divorce already!" Yet Vivian claimed her feelings for me ran so deep that the heavens themselves could vouch for her sincerity. She even defied her own mother. Our relatives and friends looked at us with envy. But my son and I continued to give her the cold shoulder. Finally, Vivian turned to social media for help. "Three years ago, I was busy with work. My husband and I had completely different schedules. I was afraid it would affect my performance at work, so I suggested we sleep in separate rooms. "Now our child is older, and I've swallowed my pride to try to fix things, but my husband won't even touch me." Someone in the comments gave her some advice: install hidden cameras around the house. "We can't just take your word for it. Record everything so we can see what's really going on. Plus, if things actually end in divorce, at least you'll have built up your social media following. It won't be a total loss." Vivian had no idea I was watching from among her followers.