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They call me “The Devil.” Deranged and violent. Gorgeous but frightening. I’m a businessman, so when one of my debtors offers me his fiancé in exchange for a debt settled, I figure why not? The woman will be a quick sell. Repayment comes in the form of a beautiful but haunted young woman. The light in her tempts the darkness inside of me. Teases it, tortures it. I want to hurt her. I want to break her. I want to keep her. Luckily for Celia, she fails to see that there is no goodness in me. And when she attempts to draw me in with her innocence and sweet, naïve heart, I thrive to show her the cruel monster I am. This is a dark mafia romance that contains non-con/dub con, graphic violence, and sexual themes. It is not a standalone novel and ends on a cliffhanger.

Miranda Cassidy has gone into hiding. Her life has been chaos and now she wants quiet. Jackson is a wolf who needs his luna, but he must be patient with her broken nature. Together they will forge a future through dangerous wolves, men, and war to reshape the future.

Le jour de notre victoire au championnat de cheerleading, tout le stade nous acclamait. Pourtant, mon frère Sacha Baume m'a jeté une bouteille d'eau depuis les gradins en criant : « Pour gagner, tu as blessé Mia juste avant la compétition ! Tu savais pour sa leucémie… Son dernier vœu était de remporter ce trophée. Tu l'as trahie par ambition. Je ne veux plus de sœur comme toi. » Wilfrid Marais, mon fiancé et sponsor officiel, a annulé ma victoire devant tous : « Tu as pris des substances interdites. Tu ne mérites pas ce titre. » Les supporters m'ont boycottée. Ils ont même retouché mes photos en faire des avis de décès et me les ont envoyées. Je les ai gardées précieusement. Je savais que j'en aurais bientôt besoin : mon diagnostic de tumeur maligne au cerveau datait déjà d'un mois. Avant de mourir, j'allais devenir celle qu'ils attendaient de moi : une femme polie, raisonnable, qui protège sa sœur cadette et qui ne ment plus...

Clara, une jeune femme brillante mais marquée par un passé tumultueux, retourne dans sa ville natale après dix ans d'absence pour assister au mariage de sa meilleure amie d'enfance, Emma. Ce retour est loin d'être une simple visite : Clara doit affronter Lucas, son premier amour et celui qui a brisé son cœur. Cependant, Lucas n'est plus le même. Rongé par les remords, il est devenu un homme plus mature, mais toujours hanté par les erreurs qu'il a commises.La tension monte lorsque Clara découvre que Lucas est le frère du futur époux d'Emma, ce qui rend impossible toute tentative d'éviter leur confrontation. En parallèle, Clara lutte pour cacher un secret douloureux : le véritable motif de son départ soudain dix ans plus tôt, un départ qui n'a jamais été expliqué.Au fil des événements, Clara et Lucas sont forcés de revisiter leur passé commun. Entre les larmes, les conflits et les souvenirs, leur histoire évolue. Tandis que l’amour refait surface, les blessures du cœur semblent s’ouvrir à nouveau. La question est de savoir s’ils pourront les guérir ensemble ou si elles les sépareront définitivement.

Chaque veille de Noël, l'héritier de la famille mafieuse Marco, Adrian Marco, devait suivre la tradition familiale : Tirer au sort pour décider s'il avait le droit de m'épouser. Car moi, Irene Cast, je ne suis pas née dans la mafia. S'il n'a pas tiré le papier portant mon nom, il ne pourrait pas me prendre pour femme. Pendant quatre ans, Adrian a tiré au sort quatre fois. Et pas une seule fois il n'a tiré mon nom. J'ai toujours cru qu'il se disputait avec sa famille à cause de moi, qu'il était prêt à risquer de perdre sa position de Parrain, juste pour me choisir. Chaque fois qu'il échouait, il me serrait si fort et murmurait : « Ce n'est rien. Il y aura toujours l'année prochaine. » Et je l'aimais tellement que cela faisait mal. Assez mal pour que je sois prête à attendre, année après année. Cette année, je me suis dit : S'il ne pouvait toujours pas tirer mon nom au sort... Je changerais secrètement le résultat. Je me suis faufilée à la porte du bureau d'Adrian, et j'ai entendu son frère demander : « Parrain, chaque année, tu tires le nom d'Irene. Pourquoi fais-tu semblant de ne pas l'avoir tiré ? Est-ce parce que tu n'arrives toujours pas à oublier Sera ? » Mais il a simplement répondu d'une voix neutre : « Sera a besoin de moi pour quelque chose d'urgent. Fais comme d'habitude : remplace le nom d'Irene par un papier vierge. » Il est sorti sans se retourner. Au lieu d'échanger, son frère a jeté le papier vierge à la poubelle, a laissé celui avec mon nom sur la table, et s'est dépêché de suivre Adrian. Je suis entrée, ai ramassé le papier vierge dans la poubelle, et ai remplacé celui portant mon nom. Regardant mon nom tomber dans les ordures. Adrian, je ne voulais plus attendre pour t'épouser. Je respectais ton choix.

Humans? A low-level world? No cultivators or gods? Could that world be trampled as easily as ants by the powerful beings from above? This is Long Chen's new journey after being reborn from the flames of the Vermilion Bird, emerging to fight against powerful cultivators who always use low-level worlds as their slaves and playthings. He also discovers the evils of the world and the people who rule over these various worlds. Protecting, destroying, and shaping are Long Chen's new goals. This journey brings Long Chen into contact with various powerful cultivators and even those called gods. Fighting, defeating, protecting—all of these are already in Long Chen's heart. He will also meet his parents, whom he has never seen since the day he was born. Will Long Chen accept them? Or will Long Chen decide to have nothing to do with them anymore? Can Long Chen maintain his purpose, or will he fall once again into the same temptation as the black dragon? "I live for myself, fate? Fate cannot stop me! I will keep standing no matter how many times I fall. As long as I still breathe, there is no such thing as giving up in my life."

" A CROWN FOR HER FREEDOM" Anna lived in a world that praised her for perfection, yet behind closed doors, she was nothing but a tool to her ruthless father and a target for her stepmother’s cruelty. When betrayal ends her life, Anna wakes up in another life, inside the body of Tara, a forgotten princess in an ancient kingdom, hated for the magical blood she inherited from her murdered mother. Forced into a political marriage with a vampire prince Xavier, Tara had given up on life—until Anna’s soul takes over, determined to escape this cursed fate. Her plan is simple: help her new husband rise to power using her modern knowledge, secure her freedom, and disappear to a quiet life in the countryside. But love and destiny have other plans. As Anna navigates palace intrigues, dangerous magic, and growing feelings for the prince, she must choose: will she chase the freedom she always longed for, or claim the crown fate placed in her hands?

Fate twists its vines in ways we can't comprehend. For Sylvie, it brought the force of a Tyrant Alpha and the ruthless Salvalor pack. Sylvie learned to live with her handicap. Stay out of business of other wolves and they'll leave her alone. Mostly. War, however, soon reaches her doorstep. Forced to submit to Malphas, one of the last living Lycans, with a bloody streak and reputation for having the shortest fuse, Sylvie's quiet life turns upside down. Run or serve, the choice is easy. Malphas and the wolf within him, Valac, are the two names whispered in fear. Packs are falling, wolves are dying, territories are burning. The sky is red with blood, in his eyes. The thirst for it, unquenchable. He lives for the thrill of the kill, yet struggles to contain his disdain towards wolves. Rebuilding the line of Lycans, and the Kingdom of Silas to its former glory, is most important. Getting revenge is just a convenience. Imagine the surprise when he finds the last village to pillage, before crossing wolven borders, and a hidden gem within it. The Omega runt throws his senses into confused calmness, and for the first time neither he, nor Valac, feel the urge to kill. Refusing to admit, but finding it intriguing, Malphas takes Sylvie as his cup-girl. What threads will fate weave for the two? Will Sylvie survive under Malphas's command? Will he solve the puzzle behind the quiet, little runt or will his anger and cruelty bury her into the ground? Can Sylvie unravel the mystery hidden in Malphas's eyes? Enjoy the slow burning flames and the rusted blood that keeps them going.

She made him powerful. He threw her away. Now it's payback time. Emelda Jones left behind her rich family and comfortable life to help the man she loved succeed. Allen Carter had nothing when they met, but Emelda believed in him. She worked hard behind the scenes while he got all the fame and glory. He kept promising they'd build something amazing together. But when Allen finally made it big, he did the worst thing possible—he dumped her for someone else and pretended like Emelda never helped him at all. "Don't you think that I'm totally out of your league now?" he said to her. Those harsh words didn't just break her heart. They woke up something fierce inside her. So Emelda went back to her wealthy family and agreed to marry someone who could give her back the power and status she'd given up. When she ran into Allen again, she wasn't the same woman who used to hide in his shadow. Now she had bodyguards, confidence, and serious money behind her. Allen couldn't believe his eyes. And when he had the nerve to call her a gold digger, Emelda hit him with the truth that would ruin him: "Gold digger? No, I am the gold maker!" Now Emelda has everything she needs—money, connections, and a burning need to get even. She's about to show Allen Carter exactly what happens when you mess with the wrong woman. Without her, he's nothing, and she's going to prove it. Ready to see Emelda get her revenge? Start reading now and watch her take down the man who thought he could use her and throw her away!

Fais attention à toi Alyssa... Rien n'est complètement blanc ou noir dans la vie...Certains secrets pourront te détruire, t'anéantir, te donner envie de tout abandonner mais tu devras te relever. Ne te brûle pas les ailes...