Fable Robe

Le jour de mon mariage, mon fiancé, Gervais Rodier, a brutalement mis fin à la cérémonie. Tout ça, à cause d'un simple post de Léonie annonçant son retour en France. Gervais a jeté l'alliance qu'il avait lui-même dessinée, puis est parti sans un regard en arrière. Je suis restée là, immobile, dans ma robe de mariée. Jasmin, mon frère, qui me soutenait, a fini par lâcher mon bras : « Clara, tu as toujours été forte. Je sais que tu peux gérer ça seule. Là, c'est Léonie qui a le plus besoin de moi. » Sur ces mots, il est parti, lui aussi. Ils m'ont abandonnée, pour la même femme. Le soir, après avoir réglé les derniers détails de ce mariage raté, j'ai reçu une photo de Léonie. Sur l'image, Gervais et Jasmin veillaient tous deux à son chevet. Le collier fabriqué par Gervais était autour de son cou, et la robe de mariée dessinée par Jasmin enveloppait son corps. Tout cela… aurait dû m'appartenir… C'était à ce moment-là que j'ai abandonné tout espoir. Les larmes aux yeux, j'ai composé un numéro : « Papa, maman… J'ai changé d'avis. Je veux rentrer chez nous. »

-C’EST SOIT CE MARIAGE, SOIT LA TAULE ! QUAND MARYA QUITTE MOSCOU POUR ASSISTER AU MARIAGE DE SA SŒUR JUMELLE, ELLE NE SE DOUTAIT PAS UNE SEULE SECONDE DU DRAME AUQUEL ELLE SERAIT SUJETTE MAIS AUSSI ET SURTOUT, QUE C’EST ELLE QUI MARCHERA JUSQU’À L’AUTEL EN ROBE BLANCHE POUR DIRE « OUI » À ASHER PAVAROTTI. LE VRAI PROBLÈME N’EST PAS DE JOUER LA MARIÉE DE SUBSTITUTION MAIS D’ÊTRE MADAME PAVAROTTI CAR ASHER EST TOUT SAUF LE MARI QU’ELLE AURAIT SOUHAITÉ AVOIR…

I'd been gone three months, growing our turf. Came home to find some chick in my robe, on my couch, sipping my wine. I called security. Lesson time. Then Damon—my husband, who only mattered because he married me—jumped in front of her. "It was a drunken mistake. She's just some poor girl. You're not seriously gonna flip over this, right?" I slapped him. "A trophy like you thinks he gets a say now?" Instead of shutting up, he asked for a divorce. For her. Cool. I said yes. He thought ditching me meant freedom. What he didn't get? Without me, he was nobody.

“ Take off your robes,” Ava heard the command and the other slaves obeyed almost immediately. They took off their robes, and their almost naked body came into view except for the tiny little lace that covered nothing but their nipples and balls. The male slave's dick dangled and Ava looked away, still clutching her robe to herself. How could she undress in front of this multitude? What kind of humiliation was this? The audience erupted into murmurs, indecent comments flying from every corner. “ Steele, you slave seemed to be a disobedient one,” Ava heard the man's stern words and she turned to see Jacob’s stern gaze on her. She gulped and slowly let go of her robe. It fell to the ground and the audience gasped at the sight of her nakedness. Her hands clenched into fists by her side, resisting the urge to pick her robe from the floor and cover herself from their lustful eyes. “ Shit! How did Jacob get himself such a perfect slave?” Panic gripped Ava. No. It cannot be what she is thinking. She wasn't about to fuck these people. No. Jacob cannot make her do this. I was only his tool for power and revenge. I should have known he was no ordinary man but knowing wouldn't have changed anything. I was helpless, trapped with no choice and he was my savior from the Slave den back then. My hatred for him wouldn’t have allowed me to go with someone else. It’s not like I had a choice to choose my buyer. He was the highest bidder and I’m a commodity he bought from an illegal market. A commodity he has great plans for. His tool for power and revenge but I hate that my heart palpates for him.

Le jour de mariage, l'amie d'enfance de mon fiancé arrive à la cérémonie en portant la même robe de mariée que moi. Ils accueillent les invités ensemble. Je souris en les regardant, ils sont vraiment faits l'un pour l'autre. Elle part de la cérémonie, furieuse. Mon fiancé m'accuse publiquement d'être jalouse compulsive. À la fin de la cérémonie, il part avec son amie d'enfance à la lune de miel qu'on avait réservée ensemble. Je ne pleure pas, je ne me plains pas. J'appelle simplement mon avocat.

"Take off your clothes," he ordered in his cool, baritone voice.My robe slid off my shoulders and I stood in front of him naked and ashamed.But when his wet lips worked their way down my neck, I found myself trembling in fear and desire.***I was 20 years old, a maid.I was given to the bloodthirsty Alpha, the cold and cruel demon that all had feared.Knowing my love for him was hopeless, I made a contract with him: he would take down my enemy in exchange for my life.On the day I got my revenge, I was ready to die, until I found out...***“Amber, do NOT run away from me again," he commanded as he took a step forward."Don't come any closer," I held a dagger up to my throat with one hand, and covered my abdomen with the other, my voice calm. “Or you will never meet your child.”Hybrid Alpha's Contract Bride is created by Reina Bellevue, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

J'allais me marier, mais mon fiancé, un PDG avec qui j'étais fiancée depuis dix ans, ne le savait pas. Parce qu'une nouvelle femme de chambre est arrivée chez lui, il n'avait pas le temps de s'occuper de moi. Ils discutaient sans arrêt toute la journée, et on dirait qu'ils allaient bientôt dormir dans le même lit. Pour faire plaisir à sa femme de chambre, mon fiancé lui a acheté un nouveau yacht et l'a emmenée voir les aurores boréales au pôle Nord. Il a complètement oublié notre rendez-vous pour choisir la robe de mariage. Après avoir attendu toute la journée dans la boutique de robes de mariée, j'ai appelé mon père : « Je veux changer de marié. »

“Valerian!” a cry came from outside and my feet rushed to the door, my body having recognised the voice before my brain could comprehend what was happening. I yanked the door open and almost broke down crying at the sight before me, “Queen Lyla!” Bethany gasped from behind me. I scooped her into my arms, my eyes searching for any unwanted presence before rushing her into the living room. “Valerian put me down, we don’t have much time!” she rushed out the command as she struggled to get down. Silently obeying, I put her down, taking note of how she looked and it wasn’t pretty. Her hair, that was always neatly made, looked like a bird’s nest; twigs and leaves hanging from the knots. Her long white sleeping robe dirty and bloody from her waist down, she looked a royal mess; with a bunch of blankets wrapped around her upper half. “My Queen, what happened?” Beth asked as she handed me my medicine bag.

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT THAT MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS. She closed her eyes as he pushed her to the wall, trapping her between himself and the wall. His breathe felt so hot as he buried his face in her neck. It felt hot, hotter than being locked in an oven and it was much more than a turn on for her. “When I touch you” he said as he slowly took off her robe… “never scream…never refuse... Just feel… you’re here and only for me, I don’t wanna ever see you speaking to anyone because you’re mine and mine alone… you’re my taken“ he said before ripping the clothes from her and then pushing her to the bed, spreading her legs . . After a one night stand with an unknown man, Amanda Wilson finds herself in a more complicated scenario when she gets taken as a captive by this unknown man to an unknown location. What happens when she finds out he is a ruthless Beta, one feared by even the alpha?

Après vingt ans passés à connaître et à aimer mon compagnon destiné, l'Alpha Martin, nous étions enfin sur le point de nous marier. La veille du mariage, il a choisi avec une précision troublante la teinte exacte de rouge à lèvres que je voulais, directement dans ma trousse de maquillage. C'était à ce moment-là que j'ai compris : l'Alpha Martin avait déjà quelqu'un d'autre. Cette fille portait la robe de soirée sur mesure que j'avais préparée pour le banquet de noces, et elle trinquait avec lui dans un toast de compagnon. Nos amis l'entouraient, l'appelant respectueusement « Luna ». Je n'ai pas fait de scandale. J'ai simplement appelé l'hôpital. « Docteur Fabien, veuillez disposer des ovules que j'avais fait congeler. » Puis j'ai envoyé un message à cette fille. « Yvonne Jimenez, aimeriez-vous épouser Martin Daniels à ma place ? »