What Does The Stomach Represent Spiritually

The wedding had reached the part where the groom kissed the bride. I closed my eyes and leaned in to kiss Stella Stafford, only to end up with a mouthful of fur. Her assistant held up the camera and burst out laughing. "The almighty Mr. Rowe can't even tell if he's kissing a person or a dog?" I stared at the Husky in front of me, its tongue lolling out, and felt my stomach churn. I was about to lay into him when Stella stepped in to block me. "It was just a joke. No hard feelings." Laurent Reilly smirked smugly, his tone dripping with arrogance. "And guess what? This Husky happens to be a female, so why don't you just marry her instead? You're not good enough for Stella anyway." The employees erupted in laughter. Mortified, I kicked him square in the chest, sending him sprawling. The next second, Stella smashed a wine bottle over my head and demanded an apology. I wiped the mix of wine and blood from my face, then dialed an overseas number with a cold grin. "The wedding is short one bride. You in?"

A deep bone-melting groan vibrates from his chest. “I want to see you malyshka.Every inch of you.”  I shiver in anticipation as his fingers trail down my back, lowering the zipper of my dress, the fabric pooling at my waist. My tits come into view as cool air kisses my bare skin. His sharp intake of breath makes my stomach flip.  “Damn,” the word is rough, almost reverent as his large hand cups my left tit, squeezing softly. “They look even better than I had imagined.” His grip tightens slightly.   “A perfect fit for my hands.” ☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎☦︎ Serafina had only one dream: to take center stage at the New York Opera. But if wishes were horses, even beggars would have a ride. Thrown into an arranged marriage, She is determined to hate him but soon discovers that there’s a thin line between love and hate. Adriko has no use for love. His focus is power, his goal is revenge.But what do you do when your greatest threat is your most sinful desire? A pawn in the game… A Bride for a truce…

In a world where strength dictates survival, Raenerys was born weak—an insult to her bloodline, a disgrace to her ruthless pack. Overshadowed by her sister, Sera, the Southern Alpha’s fierce and untouchable heir, Raenerys learned early that she would never be more than an afterthought. A burden. A fragile flower destined to wither in the shadow of wolves. But even a weak wolf can dream. When she is forced into an arranged marriage with Nevil, the cold and powerful Alpha of the North—the only man she has ever secretly loved—Raenerys dares to hope. That hope is shattered. Betrayed in the most unforgivable way, she watches her sister take what was meant to be hers. Humiliated, discarded, and heartbroken beyond repair, Raenerys does what no one expects. She runs. And this time, she does not look back. Fleeing into the brutal, lawless West, she sheds her name, her past, and the weakness that once defined her. The girl they called fragile dies in the wild. The monster that rises in her place does not beg, does not break—she burns. With blood on her hands and vengeance in her heart, Raenerys carves a path of destruction, crushing those who once mocked her, razing enemy packs to the ground, and building her own empire from the ashes. They call her the Vicious Conqueror. But power comes at a price. As the past claws its way back, old enemies and former lovers return—some to kill her, others to claim what they once threw away. Now, the question is no longer whether she is strong enough to survive. It is whether she will become the very beast they once feared. A queen of vengeance. A ruler of ruin. A storm of wrath that will either swallow the world… or save it.

After Charlotte's husband tries to kill her, she gets saved by her boss. Now she is about to learn what her boss really does for a job and what her husband has been involved in. Will she be able to escape with her heart and her life still intact? Please note this book has scenes of sex and violence.

Eight years into our bond, I spotted a child at the kindergarten who looked uncannily like Malcolm—my mate. Malcolm had told me he was away on a business trip. However then he was holding that child in his arms, gently coaxing him. "Be good, sweetheart. In a few days, I'll bring you and your mom home. You're my only child. I'll never abandon you." The child smiled, content and trusting. I stood hidden around the corner, unable to breathe from the pain gripping my chest. Eight years ago, I had taken a silver blade to the stomach to save Malcolm. I lost my wolf that day—and with it, the ability to ever carry a pup. Back then, Malcolm had sat beside my hospital bed and made a promise: "You are the only mate I will ever choose. Whether or not we have a pup doesn't change that." However, what I saw now felt like a brutal slap—a reality too sharp to ignore. What value would Luna have if she'd lost her wolf and could no longer bear heirs? How could I possibly compare to someone who could give him a child, and the pack, a future? Choking back the pain swelling in my chest, I picked up the phone and called my father. "Dad… would you still want a daughter who's lost her wolf?" His voice came through, steady and sure. "Of course. No matter what happens, I'll always be here for you."

I built my wife’s family business from the ground up, sacrificing everything so that her world could thrive. The night I collapsed from stomach bleeding after too many business drinks, she was out laughing with her childhood sweetheart. She even had the nerve to call me dull and uptight. I smiled when I finally handed her the divorce papers. “I wish you both a happy life together.” But instead of signing it, she tore it to pieces, tears in her eyes. “I’m not letting you go,” she said.

I’m damaged she’s the purest sweetest girl but what does she really see in me ? We are polar opposites she’s the school sweetheart and I’m the new loner around but she still sees me

"Doesn't it bother you?" I blurted out right there and then, having been asking myself that question since the night we slept together. I was curious, but I'd been obviously avoiding him. "What? That you're the heir to the Siren-" "That I'm trans," I said. I could care less about what he think of me being a Sirenio by blood. "T-That I'm a trans...man," "Does it bother you that I'm bisexual?" he asked me. I hadn't expected that response. Not when I'm having mixed feelings about all of this. "Does it?" he probed, closing what's left of the space between. His scent and warmth envelopes me as I'm caged between him and the sink. I shook my head. "Use your words, Miles," he said running his finger over my bottom lip. I shuddered at the sensation it brought to my body. "You were so good with those, that night," I sucked in a sharp breath. I looked away, and his touch disappeared immediately. "It was a mistake," I whispered, my heart racing. "What...happened was a-" "I don't do mistakes, Miles," Mr Stark said guiding my eyes back to his. "You should know that by now," I let out a shaky breath when his thumb found my bottom lip again. "Does it bother you that I want to fuck you right now?"

Julia Ricci is a young, recently graduated architect who loves what she does. However, she is a single mother and her life revolves around her only son, Alex Ricci. A little boy of only seven years old who urgently needs a heart transplant. However, Júlia will never be able to afford the costs of such a surgery. But she loves him desperately and giving up her son will never be an option. David Bennett is the CEO and majority partner of Bennett Designer S/A. A young, powerful, arrogant and overbearing CEO, who due to a troubled and painful past does not trust women, but especially love and no matter what kind of love. He simply does not believe in this feeling. However, his new employee catches his attention due to her beauty and youthfulness and he will not hesitate to make her an INDECENT PROPOSAL.

“You want me to pretend to be your fiancée?” Paige’s voice trembled quietly. Leonardo D’Angelo, her boss, the man she’d spent way too many nights secretly pining over, was holding her by the shoulders. His eyes beseeching. Paige, I know this might come as a surprise to you,” Leonardo’s voice was softer, almost hesitant. “But I need you to be my fake fiancée.” Her heart slammed against her ribs. This had to be a joke. “I—what?” she stammered, staring at him like he’d grown another head. “It’s only for three to four weeks,” he pressed, his grip tightening slightly on her shoulders. “I’ll pay you double, or a vacation, whatever you want. Just say yes.” Paige opened her mouth to refuse, because this was insane, but the look in his eyes stopped her. For once, the arrogant, self-assured Leonardo D’Angelo looked… vulnerable. “Please,” he added, his voice barely above a whisper. She should have said no. She should have walked away. Instead, the word slipped from her lips before she could stop it. “Yes.” The relief on his face was immediate, but Paige’s stomach twisted with nerves. What had she just agreed to? And yet, somewhere beneath the chaos, was the dangerous thrill of being the woman by his side.