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My father found me too rebellious, so he gave me to Marco, tasking him with making a lady out of me. To the outside world, Macro was the ruthless boss to a Mafia empire, but to me, he was just a man with a perpetually stern face. I tried everything to defy him. I smashed his car. Then I swapped his PPT for the lowbrow stand-up he hated most. And he opened it during a company meeting. Yet, every rebellion ended the same. He cornered me, his massive frame dominating mine on the silk sheets of his king-sized bed, the polished oak of his desk, or the leather confines of the car's backseat. His hot skin against mine, his fingers tracing fire along my curves. He moved with a primal hunger that left me breathless. My body arched in unwilling ecstasy, in a dance of punishing pleasure, until my fight dissolved into moans, my will shattered under his relentless claim. I fell for him hard, convinced this was love, and he was the beacon of my dark world. But the truth shattered me: it was all a calculated game to tame me, to stop my war with my sister Karen. My guiding light went out, or maybe it never existed at all. So I became a good girl. I stopped fighting back. He thought he had me tamed, chained to his will. But in the end, I slipped free, leaving him alone with his shattered heart.

For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked. Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed. In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider. But now, she's done playing by wolf rules. She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page. “You're angry?” he growls. “Angry enough to commit murder,” she replies, voice cold as frost. A silent war brews under the roof they once called home. Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion. With every cold glance and calculated step, she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved. And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke... It may be far too late to win it back.

When Selovia's soldiers seized me, I sent Leon ninety-nine letters, each one begging for rescue. He tore them apart. "I sent Aya back to her duchy after she struck Mira—but I gave her my finest escort. Selovia could not have touched her." A sharp breath. "I allowed Mira the ceremonial gown, nothing more. And now Aya makes a spectacle to win back my favor. It shames her." He paced once, restless. "Mira's brother died protecting me. He was my Captain of the Royal Guard. I swore to guard her in his place. Tell Aya this—no matter how she rages, I will not cast Mira aside. If she keeps making a spectacle, I will delay the wedding." Three days later, he rode into Valecrest with the marriage contract in hand, ready to wed me. That same hour, Selovia's envoys delivered an ornate gift box. Leon glanced at it and exhaled. "So the dowry is prepared. All this noise was Aya stirring unrest." The lid opened. Inside— My head. From the tower, mourning bells began to toll. Slow. Heavy. Final. The chapel doors parted. The officiant stepped out, robes dark, face set in solemn lines. "Her Grace, Aya Valecrest, Duchess of Valecrest, has been returned to us. The burial rites begin at once."

Excerpt “Did he touch you?” Nicholas leaned in, his face inches away from mine. His closeness was suffocating,stealing the breath in my lungs. “Nic, stop!” My breath hitched and I shrank back. “I’ll take that as a yes, which hand?” He questioned again, clenching his jaws so hard that I could see the muscles rippling. “It was a mistake..” I whispered. “That doesn’t look like a mistake, Mira..” he moved closer to me. “It was, please let it go” I pleaded with my last bit of energy. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll bring both hands for you to choose,”. ********. Mira Cavallo thought she could leave her dangerous past behind and stay safe with her five-year-old son, Rocco but unknown to her, safety is an illusion in the mafia world. Her peaceful life is shattered when armed men break into her home, rips her son from her arms and forces her back into the clutches of her former boss, Lucius Moretti also known as the bloodhound. To save her child, Mira must return to the mafia world, seduce a very dangerous Mafia leader, Nicholas Sterling and uncover his secrets that would pull him down or kill him. As Mira inches closer to the truth, Mira discovers some hidden truth about Lucuis and Nicholas and she also realizes that she isn’t just fighting for her son but for her freedom in a dangerous game of power and desire.

When Mira first set foot in to the city of Bucharest to pursue her studies, she never expected to get involved in a near-fatal accident and get saved by a mysterious man. And she definitely didn’t plan on fantasising about him, only to discover that he is her professor, Izan. The attraction between grows to be undeniable, but Izan kept his distance, hiding a dark secret that could endanger them both. Mira was determined to find out more about him, even if it meant breaking the rules. And their paths intersect once more when she finds Izan injured in an alleyway, and she becomes his caretaker, realising the connection they share goes beyond just physical. But before she can understand their bond, he disappears without a trace, leaving her heartbroken. Week’s pass, and Mira discovers the truth behind Izan’s abrupt departure. Confronted by the reality of his existence, she still finds herself irresistibly drawn to him, despite the startling revelation that he is not human—he is a werewolf. As their worlds collide, secrets unravel, and a forbidden romance blossoms amidst the captivating allure of Bucharest. But their happiness is threatened by a dark force that seeks to destroy them. When Izan becomes the prime suspect of a murder he didn't commit, and Mira must prove his innocence before it's too late. Will they overcome the odds and find their happily ever after? Or will they lose each other in a web of lies and danger? Their journey unfolds, entwining fate, love, and the mystique of the supernatural, promising a destiny neither of them could have foreseen.

Il est beau, charmant, mais froid au cœur. Pour lui, les femmes ne sont que des insectes dont il faut absolument se débarrasser. Son nom, c'est Dimitry Santos Dumont. Elle est belle, d'un cœur pur et sincère, sensible. Pour elle, tout le monde a droit à l'amour même le dernier imbécile de la terre. Elle croit au conte de fée et rêve d'en vivre un pareil avec un prince charmant qui est différent de son ex qui lui a brisé le cœur. Son nom, Jennifer Aniston. Que peut-on récolter sur une terre de glace lorsqu'on sème une graine d'amour ? La déception ? Ou tout simplement le parfait bonheur ? C'est ce qu'on découvrira à travers cette histoire intitulée *LE PARFUM DE L'AMOUR*. Trahison, rejet, amour, drame, passion avec des protagonistes ayant chacun son idéal.

Le jour où j’ai appris que Robert avait laissé tomber tout ce qu’il faisait pour apporter des médicaments à sa petite assistante enrhumée, alors même que j’étais coincée dans un ascenseur, en proie à une violente crise de claustrophobie, j’ai pris ma décision : demander le divorce. Robert a signé les papiers sans la moindre hésitation, puis a plaisanté devant ses amis : « Elle fait juste un petit caprice. Ses parents sont morts, elle n’a personne d’autre que moi. Elle ne pourra jamais divorcer. » « Et puis, il y a bien un délai de réflexion de trente jours, non ? Si elle change d’avis, je serai magnanime et je la laisserai revenir. » Le lendemain, il a posté une photo de couple avec sa petite assistante sur les réseaux sociaux, avec une légende pleine de suffisance : « Capturer chacun de tes moments précieux. » De mon côté, je comptais les jours en silence. Calmement, j’ai rangé mes affaires et composé un numéro. « Tonton, peux-tu m’acheter un billet pour ville N ? »

Léa, 23 ans, blonde, studieuse et assidue, décroche un poste d’assistante dans une grande entreprise. Pleine d’espoir, elle tombe vite de haut face à Einer Durval, son patron : charismatique, strict et manipulateur, il tente de la faire renvoyer dès son arrivée, la jugeant banale et inexpérimentée. Mais Léa s’accroche. Sa rigueur et sa ténacité la maintiennent à son poste — et attisent l’intérêt toxique de Durval. Entre critiques humiliantes, exigences démesurées et compliments empoisonnés, il tisse autour d’elle une toile de contrôle psychologique. D’abord admirative, Léa sombre peu à peu dans le doute et la culpabilité… jusqu’au jour où elle comprend qu’elle n’est pas seule à avoir été piégée.

La septième fois que j'ai eu un rendez-vous avec Frédéric pour obtenir un acte de mariage et qu'il ne s'est pas présenté, j'ai volontairement coupé tout contact avec lui. Je ne suis allée à aucune réunion de mes amis lorsqu'il était là. Lorsqu'il a été invité à se présenter lors d'une fête d'université, je suis partie plus tôt. Lorsque mon entreprise a choisi de travailler avec lui, j'ai immédiatement démissionné. Même le jour de Noël, lorsqu'il est venu chez moi, je suis sortie sous prétexte de rendre visite à des amis. Je l'ai bloqué de mon téléphone et de mes comptes sociaux afin de rompre définitivement avec lui. Je ne le contactais pas et il ne me voyait pas. J'ai passé la majeure partie des trente premières années de ma vie à l'aimer de manière obsessionnelle et à prendre soin de lui du mieux que je pouvais. Ce n'était pas avant la septième fois qu'il a manqué à notre date d'acte de mariage que je me suis réveillée. Je ne voulais pas continuer comme ça. Même si j'étais seule, c'était mieux que d'attendre désespérément jour et nuit dans une maison vide !

Angel Reeves might be a bisexual omega by birth but nobody looked down on him since he was perfectly good at everything when he set his mind on. Promising. Yet, a rejection hits him. Negativities and insecurities started kicking in which forced him to flee and turned himself into a rogue. But fate brought new life to him in the human population where he grew strong and alpha in his small rogue pack. Yet, the moon didn't let him stay mateless when they stumbled on Mira La Croix, the only vampire who accepted them as they are and let them stay in her land that they started calling home. Yet would Angel let his painful past and insecurities affect the new bond with her second mate, Mira? Would Mira be able to control herself from making Angel hers when they started living under one roof? Read and find out how love can unfold things in two different creatures. *All rights reserved*