Bleach On Poison Oak

In the land of Westfall, three packs rule: the Night Storm Pack, whose wolves are gifted with wind and storm abilities; the Shadow Rose Pack, who are masters of shadows and poison; and the Fire Moon Pack, who can wield flames and render themselves immune to fire. But only the luckiest packmembers have those powers, and not all who possess them have wolves. Meet Sasha Forster, a wolfless and helpless Slave of the Fire Moon Pack—until the ruthless Alpha Alain of the Shadow Rose Pack, the one who was cursed by her mother to marry Sasha and have an heir with her, saves her from her pack’s tyrannical Alpha. The Fire Moon Pack now whisks Sasha to be the payment to Alpha Alain and Alain is also trying his best to make her his and end the curse. But Sasha’s heart has already begun to beat for her childhood friend and her pack’s new Alpha, Ansel. Worse, Sasha became more perplexed when she accidentally revealed to the entire Fire Moon Pack that she has fire powers, and all the pack now either envy her or hate her. When her life and heart bombarded her with difficult choices, would she choose her heart over her mind? Or will she choose responsibility over love?

My son has an aortic dissection and needs surgery. My husband is a cardiac expert, but I don't bother calling him. Instead, I take a cab straight to the hospital. In my past life, upon begging my husband, he came home with the ambulance to pick our son up. He also arranged for our son to be admitted. But because he forgot to bring his phone, his childhood sweetheart died of a heart attack when she couldn't reach him. He went missing for three months and suddenly returned one day, looking perfectly normal. He even volunteered to prepare the meal on our son's birthday. It turned out he only wanted to poison the food. He strangled me and cut my neck open. "You forced me to come home to pick our son up. Ciara wouldnt' have died if I'd answered her call that day. You and your son are murderers—you have to pay with your lives!" When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the day my son has an aortic dissection. This time, my husband manages to answer his childhood sweetheart's phone. But why is he on his knees before me and begging for forgiveness?

Camila pensait n’avoir plus rien à perdre. Sans repères, elle accepte un étrange entretien dans une maison aussi élégante qu’inquiétante. Une offre lui est faite ,déroutante, limite immorale. Mais ce n’est rien comparé à ce qui l’attend : Seth, le neveu de sa future employeuse. Un homme énigmatique, fascinant… et dangereusement inaccessible. Ce qui naît entre eux n’a rien d’ordinaire. C’est un jeu de regards, de silences lourds, de tentations interdites. Une histoire d'amour aussi troublante que toxique, où désir et pouvoir s’emmêlent, et où fuir devient aussi difficile que rester. C’est une collision. Une spirale. Un poison lent. Un lien qu’aucun des deux ne comprend, mais qu’ils ne peuvent rompre. Entre eux, ce n’est pas une passion. C’est une obsession. “Bound to you” n’est pas une romance douce. C’est un amour cruel, imprévisible, magnifique dans sa chute. Et si aimer… c’était perdre la tête ?

Il y a un mois, j'ai été accidentellement infectée par le poison mortel de l'aconit, sans aucun espoir de guérison. Mon corps a commencé à se dégrader jour après jour, jusqu'à aujourd'hui, où ma louve a été tuée définitivement, et ma vie est entrée dans un compte à rebours de trois jours. La veille de ma mort, j'ai accepté de transplanter mon rein à ma sœur. Mon compagnon, très ravi, a dit qu'il me compenserait plus tard. Quand ma sœur a été accusée de plagiat sur le forum de l'université pour avoir copié mon article de recherche sur la portion de Belladonna, j'ai volontairement admis que j'étais le plagiaire. Mes parents étaient satisfaits, disant que j'avais enfin compris comment me comporter. Je suis enfin devenue la bonne épouse et la bonne fille idéale qu'ils attendaient. Néanmoins, quand je suis devenue un cadavre glacé, pourquoi ont-ils tous pleuré ?

I wasn’t meant to survive. My sister killed me, and I should have stayed dead. Instead, I woke in Lenore, a nightmare kingdom built on blood and lies. Here, monsters wear human faces, and Hunters like me are forced into a system that counts every kill and punishes every weakness. They gave me a body that isn’t mine. A name that isn’t mine. A life I never chose. And now I can’t run. I can’t escape. I can only fight… and hunger. Because it isn’t just the monsters that consume me. It’s the men who circle too close. One forged from shadows, dangerous in his silence, the kind of man whose restraint makes me want to shatter it. The other drips temptation like poison, every word a sin, every touch a fire I shouldn’t survive, and yet I reach for him anyway. I shouldn’t need them. I shouldn’t crave them. But I do. God, I do. And while I’m torn between danger and desire, Lenore itself is tearing apart. The Houses want me erased. The monsters want my blood. And the truth of who I really am will destroy everything.

I loved my stepbrother, Simon Rossi, the Don, for ten years. When he got poisoned one day, I offered myself to him and ended up pregnant. He smoked half a packet of cigarettes before saying, “I’ll take responsibility for this.” However, his first love, Camillia, claimed that she had an asthma attack on our wedding day. I begged Simon to wait until our ceremony was over before going to her. Unfortunately, Camillia escaped the hospital and died on her way to find him. Prior to her death, she called Simon 99 times. But he did not answer even once because of our wedding ceremony. When I found out, I felt terrible. Yet, Simon was exceptionally calm. After our wedding, my health deteriorated exponentially, and I bled heavily during childbirth. Just as I was about to die, I heard the doctor sigh softly. “Mr. Rossi, you’re ruthless. The poison you gave your wife has seeped into her bones. The baby can’t be saved either.” “Camillia suffered the same pain before her death.” When I opened my eyes again, I had gone back to the night before everything happened.

From the moment Juno Genovese could understand right from wrong, her life was a shadowed existence. Born into the great Genovese dynasty as a twin, she was deemed unimportant, her existence measured solely in service to her younger brother's life and future. Her identity, forged to masquerade as her brother, living as his perfect stand-in, preparing him for his eventual rise as the 'heir' to their family's empire. But fate had other plans. A sudden attack ravaged the world she had known, the walls of the carefully constructed world her parents thrust her into, came crumbling around her. Torn from the hands of her family and thrust into a life-changing situation. Mistaken for the heir apparent, Juno found herself in the clutches of Vito Costello, the enigmatic and fiercely intelligent heir to the rival Costello Conglomerate. Trapped in a web of intrigue and danger, Juno found herself deciding between loyalty to her family and the irresistible pull of a forbidden connection with Vito. And as her bond with Vito deepened, Juno discovered not only her own strength and stability, but also the murky depths of the world she had been thrust into. Betrayal lurked in every corner, secrets whispered like poison, and the thin line between ally and foe blurred more each day. In this immersing tale of deception, hearts, and redemption, Juno Genovese takes the highway as she fights for her freedom, identity, and finally, her own future.

Le jour de mon anniversaire, mon compagnon, Jackson, a épousé son premier amour dans une église. Quand je l'ai confronté, il m'a répondu froidement : « Layla a été empoisonnée par le poison du loup. Je ne fais que réaliser son dernier souhait. » « Tu nous vois vaiment trop tordus. Si j'avais été infidèle, tu l'aurais su, non ? » Il savait parfaitement que, pour le sauver, j'avais perdu mon âme de louve. Qu'entre lui et moi, il n'y avait plus cette connexion télépathique propre aux compagnons liés. Depuis longtemps, je n'étais plus qu'une ordinaire. Inutile. Je n'ai ni pleuré ni crié. En silence, j'ai pris rendez-vous chez la guérisseuse pour interrompre ma grossesse. Puis, j'ai quitté cette maison. À Jackson, je n'ai laissé qu'une lettre d'adieu, et un cadeau de divorce. Mais, sans que je comprenne pourquoi, Jackson — qui m'avait toujours traitée avec mépris — s'est mis à me chercher comme un fou, obsédé par ma trace.

In the seven years that I have been bound to my Alpha heir mate Garrett, he had slept with every single friend around me. I pretended I saw nothing. I kept fulfilling my duties as the future Luna. Until the day I gave birth, his new mistress led rogue wolves straight to me. Their claws pierced through my belly with cruel precision. My mother was even killed by them when she tried to save me. In that desperate moment, I used the mind link to contact Garrett and begged him to save us. "Aria, when did you learn to pull these tricks? Don't think your pathetic acting will make me care about you." After saying that, he shut down the mind link. But he did send a car—to pick up his new mistress. By the time the patrol found me and rushed me to the hospital, the baby in my belly had been clawed out. My mother died too. The rogue wolves' poison coursed through her wounds until her body gave up. When I woke up, I stared numbly at Garrett's grandfather, the current Alpha of the Shadowmoon Pack. "Let me go," I said flatly. "Whatever I owed your pack, I've paid it back with my life."

I Nicholas Dawson, hate marriage; my only motive is to earn and take care of my sick father. I am content with my money and the hookups with no strings attached. Emotions make people weak so I cannot afford to have that- that's what I initially thought anyway until I was arranged to marry Miss Naomi Gellar to keep my father's last wish. Naomi Gellar is the type of woman I actively avoid. Loud-Childish-Shy and innocent. But soon I was proved wrong and before I could tell how much I loved her She was gone. I want my wife back but what to do if she is dead? or is it not? ************************************************************************************* I didn't want to marry Nicholas he wasn't an idle man to get married. A ruthless businessman with a habit of a playboy. I was however being forced by my father to get married. But I didn't know I would do anything to protect him in the future even if it meant i had to hide a secret. But little did I know it would become the poison in our marriage. ************************************************************************************ Its a story of finding love again, fighting past traumas, and how secrets and traumas often break a relationship is what you will read in this book. Nicholas and Naomi both are stubborn and have past traumas, we will have to see whether they overcome their past and move on or let the past break them.