Valkyrie Wings Tattoo Design

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?”

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.

The bread knife stuck in Jon doe’s chest had an unusual pattern, I grabbed a camera from the nearest person and clicked a few pictures of the design “Email them to me.” I said as I was handing the camera back to them. It looked ancient and rare, not the usual bread knifes you’d find at our local stores here in Seattle. I looked up to find a detective watching my every move, it seemed that his one side of the face looked sunken in, similarly you only see this in people who don’t have teeth, which prompted me to look into his mouth, to find that all of his teeth had been pulled out. I sighed loudly and said “well, here goes our identification route of checking dental records, this body was left in the hopes that no identification will be made!” Craning my neck to have a look at the coroner who had just arrived on scene, I recalled working with her once before on another case when I first started as a rookie, Dr Leslie Adams is an expert in her field and one of the most professional and efficient woman. She looked down at me, and stated “Detective Rush you do know that the body you are looking at has been dead for more than 3 days, and also looks as if it was stored in a body freezer before being planted at this scene” I shook my head and realised that this is getting more intense by the second, “I hadn’t realised so Doc, that’s the reason we have you here, to help me solve the mystery “- I said whilst walking up to her, I held out my hand and gave her hand a firm handshake.

“I want to taste you, can I?" He asked pleadingly. I was gonna say no, but the throbbing in my nether region said yes. “Yes," I breathed shakily. He then started to kiss my hip bone trailing as he pulled my panties off. “Raise your legs," he instructed and I obeyed. He pulled my legs apart and inhaled. “Exquisite," he praised as he lowered his head and gave me a long, luxurious lick. ************ Dionnah Delaney is a hardworking, ambitious African American. She is headstrong and knows exactly what she wants in life. She does accounting plus she runs a successful design business with her other sister Danielle, who is engaged to Johnathan Mulroney. Johnny cannot stop raving about his other brother Mikey who has retired from being a Navy seal and he's coming home just in time for the big wedding. Dionnah doesn't want love and commitment after her first love broke her heart several years ago. But things change when Mikey steps into the picture. He's a billionaire playboy, who is smug and conceited on top of all that. Even though the two butt heads they can't deny their undeniable attraction. After one night of steamy sex, Dionnah and Mikey agree to never talk about it again, until weeks later when two pink lines show up on a pregnancy test. What will happen when Mikey wants more than what Dionnah has to offer, will she be able to let love in her heart, or will her ambivalence cause her to miss her chance at happiness and her forever after?

Run, Run, RUN. Don’t stop. The night was falling and like the creatures of the day, I needed to hide. My heart is thundering in my chest, echoing the sounds of the war that rage from the fields of my once loved home. That was before the coven came. Surprising us and taking my home and pack. The attack happened so quickly that no one was ready. We had no warning and after hours of waiting I was found. I had to run. Don't stop running. “CRACK” the current of magic shoots by and hits the tree to my left, my bare feet crunching the earth hard and fast. My small heart fluttering faster than a hummingbird's wings, my once sparkling beautiful dress is no more. It’s tattered, dirty, and torn. The edges burnt to a crisp and coated in blood from bodies of the battlefield that I raced away from. “Come here little wolfie,” a harsh raspy voice calls out cutting through the trees I hide quickly behind a tree to take cover to breathe, “I just want a little chat!” He calls singsong like, taunting me. He wants to find me to kill me. Ducking further behind my tree I hold my breath, my young body shaking with so much force my bones ache. Holding my breath and closing my eyes hoping for safety that surely won’t come. At only 11 years of age, I can’t fight this grown warlock... he will surely kill me like he did my parents... “Wolfie princess, where are you?” He mimics the rhythm of a child’s tune, as if I’d listen. Closing my eyes tighter I don’t want to die. I’m too young. My mind is racing, and my hearts bound t....

Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and just barely recognizing yourself in the reflection? Well that is me, I have loved and lost. Survived and thrived, screamed and cried into my pillow tears nobody else got to see. But I never gave up hope, never lied down and never let them see me cry. Until him, he could see past the facade and see the real me. He wanted to love me, concole me and protect me. But I have lost hope in humanity, men, true love because life just arent a fairytale right? Its hard work and nothing comes easy even if you would like to believe it does it just doesnt. He is my mothers new husbands son and 10 years older than me. His blue eyes keep staring at me, it should warm me to the core right. Make me feel something anything. But it doesn't he makes women run after him and beg on their knees. But me, I have been down this road before. The charming smile, arrogant cocky attitude. It always ends the same, me covered in bruises crying on the bathroom floor. Thinking its all my fault, all me. But he just wouldn't let go. He wouldn't give up. And the more I turn him down the more it turns him on. I am only that strong before I give in,and even though I know how this is about to end. If he keeps staring at me with desire in his eyes as if I am the reason he is breathing. I know I am about to take the leap this can go down to damn ways. But the question is do I or dont I. Because fear can be your anchor or it can be your wings

“Consider it your blessed day, Fake fairy. Don't dare to cross my path ever again unless you stop loving your dear life.” His aqua-blue eyes pierced my soul, forcing me to stay still as his fierce voice churned my inside. He casted me a look of pure contempt before giving me the warning which screamed pure death. Pearl Addison, the human girl, landed in New York to find her college sweetheart cum fiance Jordan who vanished into the thin air, without being noticed. But on the very first day she crossed the path of Andreas Ronan Sinfield who was a powerful and mysterious Lycan king and the monarchical bloodline of the Seinfeld lineage which has been existing since medieval times. He developed strong revulsion toward her on their first meeting and first touch. Pearl was terrified of him to the core, seeing his monstrous behaviour and inhumane sight as He scared her with his half Lycan face without realising her human nature. Her six months stay in the foreign land tangled her into ominous experiences among feral beasts in the city and fate tossed her in the arms of Andreas who despised her for a reason unknown to her. But what about the alluring scent she emitted around him which should only come from his fated mate who died years ago? Consipiries, Betrayal, killings, lies, battles and Revenge took the shapes in between the unexpected love between two different souls. Would Pearl manage to slip from under his puissant wings when she happened to see his real identity or would He bind her to himself forever? After all He had some plans for her which she wouldn't be able to deny. As He, himself is the law in the city known by the name of the “Lethal Senator”.

BLURB Married at the age of 18, Mila Throndsen gave up everything including her dreams and family prestige for the sake of her childhood sweetheart, Killian. But her husband who once loved her no longer wants to spare her even the simplest glance. Mila did everything she could, even enduring her husband's abuses just so she can rekindle their dying love but it was all in vain. Two months after a passionate one-night stand with a stranger, Mila ended up pregnant. Her husband furiously threw a divorce paper to her face and accused her of cheating Her family disowned and threw her out of their lives too. Devasted and angry, Mila left her hometown, Westwood, for a smaller city, swearing to make everyone who abandoned her pay dearly. Six years later, Mila became a charming model and successful fashionista working in one of the biggest Clothing and Design companies. An enticing business offer brought her back to Westwood but this time around, she wasn't alone. Two adorable little twins accompanied her! Shantel and Leon on the other hand, had another motive, a secret goal, one that Mila wasn't even aware of. "Find a rich CEO for our Mommy, who will also become our Daddy! " Extract; A beam of excitement appeared on Shantel's face as she stared at the handsome man across the street. But there was something else fueling her excitement; this handsome man looked exactly like her twin brother! The little girl rushed over and bumped into the stone ice; Dominic Hartless, the most powerful man of Westwood. A slight frown appeared on Dominic's face as he stared down the cute little thing standing before him. But his frown quickly turned into widened eyes when the little girl proposed; "Excuse me, Handsome Mister, will you marry me? "

“Get on your knees, my little pet," Jerome growled, his voice rough with command. His fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me down as my pulse roared in my ears. The heat of his body pressed closer, and I trembled not from fear, but from the dark thrill of surrender. "Show me how hungry you are." Rachel is a college senior studying art and design, and her life feels dull and uninspiring. She has been dating Jack since freshman year, but their relationship is lukewarm he doesn’t ignore her, but he doesn’t truly care about her either, especially since he’s always eyeing her best friend, Jessica. Rachel feels stuck in a routine, going through the motions without any real passion until everything changes when her drawing teacher gets into an accident. The school brings in a substitute Jerome, a young, breathtakingly attractive artist who immediately commands the room. Rachel tries to ignore the way her body reacts to him, but the pull is too strong. His gaze lingers on her a second too long, his voice sends shivers down her spine, and when he gets close, she can’t think straight. She knows it’s wrong teachers and students can’t be together but she can’t resist. Then she discovers Jerome’s secret he’s a werewolf, part of a powerful pack with three other dangerously seductive men Dante, Kade, and Elias. They’ve been watching her, waiting, and now that she’s near Jerome, their instincts take over. They growl, they claim, and Rachel, despite her fear, finds herself drawn deeper into their world. Drawn into a world of forbidden desire, Rachel surrenders to a passionate affair.

Everyone knew Elio Carbone, Don of the Carbone family, was a cold-hearted womanizer. He had one rule: never sleep with the same woman twice. But for me, he broke it. The first day after our breakup, he stood outside the old Bianchi estate for a day and a night, his entire security detail in tow, just to win me back. The second day, he flew to Sicily and bought the deed to my family's ancestral estate at auction for triple its value, and had it delivered to me. The third day, he tattooed my favorite flower, the lily, over his heart. The tattoo artist said he refused any anesthetic and didn't make a sound. Later, at a banquet for the Five Families, in front of all the other Dons, he sliced his palm and made a blood oath. He swore loyalty only to Eleonora Bianchi for the rest of his life; if he broke his vow, he would pay with his life. After a year of his relentless pursuit, his devotion finally wore me down, and I agreed to take him back. I truly believed him then. That Elio truly loved me. Until one night. He took me to an underground racetrack to broker a deal with an ally. But in the roaring crowd, I saw a girl, trembling and crying, her clothes in tatters. Ava was shoved to the starting line. She was the wager for the death race. One look was all it took for Elio's face to darken. The next second, he dropped his hand from my waist and, without a word, walked toward the track entrance. I stood frozen, watching his back as he disappeared into the driver's seat of a modified sports car. I used to wake up crying, terrified he would lose his life in one of these reckless races. He had smashed his trophies, burned his marker for the illegal track, and sworn to God he would never again enter such a life-or-death gamble. My hand drifted to my stomach, covering the secret I hadn't yet had the chance to share. His blood oath was broken. And so was I.