Comment Reconnaître Une Série Culte ?

If you had a chance to be reborn into a new world, would you change anything? A series of stories of being reborn and changing ones fate.

Hands. So many hands. They're everywhere, sliding up my thighs, gripping my hips, tangling in my hair. I can't see their faces, but I don't need to. I feel them. Three of them, surrounding me, claiming me. One behind me, his chest pressed against my back, his breath hot against my neck. Another in front, his mouth trailing fire down my throat. The third watching, waiting, his presence a dark promise.* "You're ours," one of them growls, and the sound vibrates through my entire body.

The year I turned fourteen, Grandma and I were crammed into a beat-up trailer on the edge of a desert town. She couldn't afford paint, so she mixed colors from the cheapest red clay pigment at the general store. When a frame broke, she hammered it back together herself. When canvas tore, she patched the back with old cloth and sealed it with a paste she boiled from leftover church wax and cheap resin. Grandma never went to school. She painted out of pure love, and she kept at it for thirty years. Then one summer, a gallery owner named Evelyn Hart crawled into Grandma's leaky shed and examined every painting, flipping each one over to study both sides. The next day, every last painting was gone. Finished oils, sketches, pigment records, old photographs, frames. Everything cleared out overnight. Three months later, Grandma walked into Evelyn's gallery and saw her own painting, Madonna of the Red Rock, hanging in the brightest spot. But the brass nameplate beside it bore Evelyn's name. She lunged for the painting. The security guards pried her fingers loose and dragged her out the door. That night, a blizzard sealed off the roads. She pounded on the glass, but no one came. The next morning, when I found her outside the gallery, her body was already frozen solid. After the funeral, I went to clean out what was left of the burned shed. Inside the lining of an old brush pouch, I found a small scrap of painted canvas. It was a piece Grandma had trimmed off while repairing Madonna of the Red Rock. The thief had missed it. I tucked it away and kept it. For twenty years. Twenty years later, I was the compliance director at an international art marketplace. A young woman submitted an auction application for a series of paintings. The Desert Madonna Series was about to be sold to collectors and private museums around the world. The collection was valued at more than $150 million. I opened the file. In the artist field, I stared at the name for a long time. "Application denied."

Elena Voss pensait que son mariage avec Adrian Cole n’était qu’une alliance entre deux familles puissantes. Onze mois après leur mariage, elle vit pourtant comme une étrangère dans sa propre maison. Son mari est distant, silencieux et toujours trop occupé pour lui accorder la moindre attention. Puis une photographie arrive. Elle montre Adrian avec une autre femme — son premier amour. Le cœur brisé et convaincue qu’elle n’a jamais compté pour lui, Elena décide de retirer ses sentiments de ce mariage et de partir en silence. Mais avant qu’elle n’en ait le courage, elle découvre quelque chose qui bouleversera tout : elle est enceinte. Adrian, lui, ignore complètement ce qui se passe. Derrière son apparente indifférence se cache un amour profond qu’il n’a jamais su exprimer. Mais ses silences, ses malentendus et ses décisions ont déjà poussé Elena au bord du départ. Lorsqu’elle disparaîtra avec son secret, Adrian réalisera trop tard que la femme qu’il croyait ne jamais aimer était devenue la seule personne qu’il ne pouvait pas perdre. Mais quand il la retrouvera, Elena sera-t-elle encore prête à lui donner une seconde chance ? Un mariage sans amour apparent. Une grossesse secrète. Un homme qui réalise trop tard ce qu’il avait entre les mains. Et une femme qui doit choisir entre pardonner son mari… ou oublier leur histoire pour toujours.

In her mission to find the person she lost, Neith joins the organization she resents. During her stay, she finds herself falling in love with her work and someone else.

Bizarre cases start to haunt Leounet's famous detective trio. Detective Mhorein Layla Agustin, Chain Yuan Castranuevo and, Office Aiden Jake Ignatio, Start dealing with these one of a kind cases that are accompanied with codes. Codes that get harder to decode and cases becoming more and more terrifying. Until terrifying became traumatizing. Will they make it out alive while dealing with their own personal problems and character growth?