willy astor

Will I survive without her? My demons hunt me, am I going to live or not? Should I go back? So many unanswered questions. How could I possibly go back, where would I even start from, but she was my world she was my solar system am I just going to throw all that away? All those bitter sweet memories? Burnt to ash by betrayal. One thing is for sure I'll never be the same after this. After a tragic break up that shatters my cardiac muscle into a thousand microscopic pieces, I decide it's time to stop running away from my past and just accept things as they are, if I'm ever going to live I need to do this, happiness is a drug, I became a drug addict for nearly two years but now that my drug ( Christine) left I'm left to deal with the withdrawals. She drained me, all girls are the same I casually remind myself I'll never trust a single one of them. But maybe just maybe the one at the end is different. The past four years have been really difficult for me, but she moved on like it was nothing, oh how cruel these girls are, she ate my insides and left not a shred of happiness all I see is depression, anxiety, suffering and futility day in day out. After dating for nearly a year and a half it felt like she was the one for William, William thought it would last forever like in the movies but life is a tall glass of dirt and ash, it's here to bite me in the ass. Love is a twisted curse, she will find us all, she will make us all happy but then she will take everything we love and cherish away from us. We will cry and gravel but it won't be returned to us. Sometimes the beauty of something can be seen in it's ugliness. But so far even without her I'm ok aren't I? well let's find out together shall we? Welcome to "Willy and Chrissy"

Will I survive without her? My demons hunt me, am I going to live or not? Should I go back? So many unanswered questions. How could I possibly go back, where would I even start from, but she was my world she was my solar system am I just going to throw that away. One thing is for sure I'll never be the same. after a tragic break up that shatters my cardiac muscle into a thousand micro pieces I decide it's time to stop running away from my past and just write a novel about it, happiness is a drug and I'd rather stay away from it, she drained me, all girls are the same I'll never trust a single one of them. The past four years have been really difficult for me, but she moved on like it was nothing, oh how cruel these girls are, she ate my insides and left not a shred of happiness all I see is depression day in day out. after dating for nearly a year and a half it felt like she was the one for William, William thought it would last forever like in the movies but life is a tall glass of dirt and ash, it's here to bite me in the ass. But so far even without her I'm ok aren't I? well let's find out together shall we?

It was a long time ago, but she knew she had this ridiculous name that when she was young, made everyone laugh. Recalling it vaguely, it had been years since it popped at the back of her mind— now all she could remember was how the Astor name causes her stress every once in a while. She was now Ingrid Astor, a bona fide noble in the land of the rising sun— or was it (uh, maybe it's the name of a country in her previous life?) –she couldn't remember anymore. It was a blurry and a cloudy mess inside her mind. There is only one thing she is sure though, she is inside an otome game she played a long time ago. • Ingrid Astor, a member of a prestigious family, a true noble woman, found herself in a weird situation. She was now a villian inside an otome game she played when she was a teenager, "Rise of Greed". There were a few routes which she would find herself into and none of them were good— it was composed of dying easily and dying tragically. Instead of dwelling with the problem, she nonchalantly threw it at the back of her mind. Easy peasy. Dealing with brats? She could do that. • Hello this is already dropped since I've written this a few years ago. I'm planning to rewrite this after I've finished my other novel — All I Need is Power.

Astor pasa sus días sumido en la tristeza y la autocompasión. Salta del aburrimiento a la furia en un abrir y cerrar de ojos; después vuelven los fantasmas de siempre a echar sal en sus heridas. El ciclo nunca termina y él sólo quisiera morirse. Algunos dicen que ya está muerto, que lo que se ve del herrero no es más que un espejismo. Otros aseguran que está muerto en vida , que odia al mundo desde el día en que perdió a su compañera. Pero su pasado va a alcanzarlo para romper ese letargo. Astor tiene cuentas pendientes con los cazavampiros del clan Stoker, y una burla del destino podría obligarlo a saldarlas de una vez por todas. ¿Podrá Berenice de Alcántar, la mejor cazadora de Tenébrya, honrar su juramento?

For twelve years, I was Reid Blackwood's secret. His business partner, his lover, the architect of his empire. And while I was pregnant with our child, he cheated. So I vanished. Five years later, we met again at a charity gala. Reid’s gaze swept over my out-of-season gown. Then, with a smirk, he announced his engagement to the wealthy heiress Lori Lancaster. He followed this by suggesting, as if tossing a stray dog a bone, that I could come back as his mistress. I scoffed. Just then, my phone rang. My daughter, Kira, her voice syrupy-sweet, was calling for her bedtime story. "Mommy," she pleaded. Reid’s expression shifted instantly. A familiar, possessive fire lit his eyes. He was certain this was our child—proof that I still loved him. I met his gaze for a long moment. Then I threw the contents of my wine glass across his handsome, shameless face. He didn’t know the child I’d lost had died because of his betrayal. And he had no idea that Kira was the treasured daughter of my new husband: the most powerful man in New York, Julian Astor.

Brad likes to go commando, and freeing his willy at work turns him on. Sometimes he even gets off on it, which only adds to the excitement.<br><br>But he must be losing his touch, because his coworker Lou catches him in the act. The two are workplace adversaries, always trying to one-up each other, and Lou constantly undermines Brad in front of the bigwigs. If he tells anyone Brad jerks off at work ...<br><br>To say Brad hates Lou would be an understatement. But there's no denying the man is sexy as hell. What might Brad be able to do to keep Lou from outing him?

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Set against the untamed beauty of the Philippine archipelago during the late 19th century, "Wild, Wild Love!" narrates the passionate and untamed love story of a strong-willed woman with a thirst for adventure, and a mysterious and rugged cowboy with a heart of gold. Their destinies entwine beneath the expansive, starlit skies. Amidst the changes sweeping through this exotic frontier. As they confront the challenges of the untamed wilderness, their love burns fiercely, but it's fraught with obstacles. Together, they must conquer the perils of uncharted territory, face their enigmatic pasts, and ultimately discover a path to a life imbued with the wild, wild love that binds their hearts. (Credits to the rightful owner of the photo/art used for the cover photo)

“Hanggang kailan ba kita mamahalin Sir Miguel? Hanggang kailan ako magpapakatanga sayo? Hanggang kailan ba titigil ang puso ko sa pagmamahal sayo, Hanngang Kailan ba? Pag ubos na ubos na ba ako? Hanggang kailan ko ba tatangapin na hanggang panaginip lang kita? Hanggang kailan ba ako magpapanggap na ako na ang mahal mo na hindi lang ako panakip butas?” Tanong ni Rose kay Sir Miguel “Wag mo akong mahalin, sinabi ko bang mahalin mo ako, YOU jump into my Bed tapos magdedemand ka ngayon na mahalin kita, Una palang sinabi ko na sayo wala kang mapapala sa akin, pero makulit ka, Alam mo hanggang ngayon mahal ko pa rin ang aking asawa” mabalaksik niyang sabi,habang sinasabi ni Sir MIguel yunparang kandila akong nauubos, parang ayaw ko ng mabuhay pa, ang sakit ng mga salita niya, sino ba naman ako para mahalin ng isang milyonaryo, isang lamang akong mababang uring babae dahil katulong lang ako sa kanilang mansyon at sabi nga nya mahal niya ang kanyang asawa na matagal ng patay, ang sakit sakit parang hinhiwa ang puso ko sa bawat salitang binibigkas niya. Siguro tama na yung narinig ko para magising ako sa katotohanan, kaya bago ka pa akong mabaliw sa pagmamahal na meron ako para sa kanya, mas mabuting umalis na ako sa mansyon. Paano makita mo ang dati mong boss makalipas ang tatlong taon, Ano ang gagawin mo? Subaybayan ang Kwento nina Rose At Miguel

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?