Full House Bi Rain

Dante Vitti n'est pas seulement l'héritier de l'empire criminel le plus redouté de la ville. Il est le "Bon Soldat". Une machine à tuer froide, impitoyable et hétérosexuelle, façonnée à l'image de son père tyrannique. Dans son monde, la faiblesse se paie par le sang, et être gay est la plus mortelle des faiblesses. Julian est le meilleur flic des stups de sa génération. Sa mission ? Infiltrer le clan Vitti, gagner la confiance de Dante, et le détruire de l'intérieur. Il pensait être prêt à tout pour faire tomber cette famille. Il n'avait pas prévu qu'une nuit d'ivresse et de regards trop insistants ferait basculer sa mission dans le chaos. Au réveil, le canon d'un Beretta est pressé contre sa tempe. Dante a l'arme, mais c'est Julian qui détient la vérité. "Tue-moi si tu veux, Dante. Mais ne me dis pas que tu n'as pas aimé ça." Pris au piège entre son devoir et un désir dévorant qu'il a refoulé toute sa vie, Dante propose un pacte du diable : Julian lui appartient désormais, dans l'ombre et le secret absolu. Mais alors que la passion devient incontrôlable et que le père de Dante se rapproche de la vérité, Julian réalise avec horreur qu'il n'est plus le chasseur... il est tombé amoureux de sa cible. Quand le masque tombe, qui tirera le premier ?

After wrapping up a book signing out of town, I received a message from a friend on the way home. "This personal trainer is something else. He can do all kinds of things with an exercise ball." He also sent me a Live Photo. In the Live Photo, a woman was lying on an exercise ball, pinned down by a man. Her hair was covering her face. In the Live Photo that was a second long, I heard a familiar moan. I called my fiancée. "Where are you?" Her voice was a bit hoarse, "I'm training with an exercise ball at the neighborhood gym, babe. I have a big surprise waiting for you when you get home." I snorted and said, real slow, "How about I give you a big surprise right now? Open the door!"

Voyager au centre de la terre pour récupérer son fils de Center Land est assez intense sans avoir à faire face à des femmes voyous amazoniennes, des animaux préhistoriques et... oui... des extraterrestres et des zombies qu'ils pensaient avoir laissés sur le la surface est là aussi ! N'y a-t-il pas d'échappatoire à l'horreur ? Ils ont un plan pour mettre fin aux extraterrestres et aux zombies une fois pour toutes... mais... est-ce que ça marchera ? La réponse se trouve dans "Terrain Central", tome 3 de la série romanesque apocalyptique, le voyage de Kendra.

[Voici la version française du roman anglais 'The Mafia Don’s Innocent Love'.] Artemy Loskutov... Connu pour mon comportement glacial, ma nature impitoyable et mes talents mortels, j'inspire le respect et la peur à tous ceux qui croisent mon chemin. L'amour et l'affection n'ont pas leur place dans mon existence ; mon seul but est de me venger de la détestable mafia Cavalieri, responsable de la mort prématurée de ma mère. Lorsque je tombe sur une jeune femme, battue et cachée sous mon lit, je l'épargne non pas par gentillesse, mais je la considère comme une simple possession, un jouet à manipuler. Rebecca Cavalieri... Je m'étais habituée aux hommes qui cherchaient à m'exploiter, à me faire du mal et à me rejeter. La confiance est un concept insaisissable, et mon cœur reste caché sous des couches d'angoisse. Artemy, cependant, a réussi à déterrer et à rallumer la flamme vacillante en moi. Il a réveillé mes émotions endormies. Mais s’il découvre l’ampleur réelle du danger que je représente pour lui, je risque de perdre non seulement son affection, mais aussi ma vie.

After a long time away from his parents' home, he must return to see his sick mother. The problem is that he is forced to marry a girl. The thing is he's not interested with girls, luckily he have a best friend who would marry him for a contract. His best friend who’s apparently living with him for a while now.

For over thirty years, my wife Janet faked being broke—for her flimsy ex. When our son Asher landed in the hospital, I begged and borrowed from everyone I knew. Still came up fifty bucks short. Janet? Said she was tapped out. So my mom sold off her own meds to cover the bill—never told me. She died without treatment. I handled my mom's funeral alone. When I went to pick up Asher from the hospital, I found a stash of Janet's old shopping receipts. Custom suits. Million-dollar watches. A damn private jet. I grabbed them and stormed off to confront her. Asher cut me off. "Dad, Mr. Sackett's sick. Mom's just helping him out. Why are you freaking out?" I stared at the kid who only lived because my mom died. It felt like something cracked inside me. Janet barely looked up. "Connor's educated. He deserves the finer things. Unlike you—crying over fifty bucks like some househusband. See? I didn't give you the money, and Asher's fine." Fine. If that's how they see it, I'm done with this family.

« Je ferai n'importe quoi ! » supplie-t-elle en me saisissant les mains. « Je ferai n'importe quoi. Laissez-le partir. Il a fait une erreur. » « Ce n'est pas une excuse. C'était une erreur coûteuse. » « S'il vous plaît. Je ferai tout ce que vous voudrez. Absolument tout. » Je laisse le silence s'installer entre nous, réfléchissant attentivement, les yeux rivés sur la fermeté et la plénitude de sa poitrine. « N'importe quoi, princesse ? » Elle lâche mes mains et se redresse, relevant le menton. Je la vois déglutir nerveusement. « O-Oui. Absolument tout. » Je porte mes doigts à son visage, essuyant mes pouces de ses larmes. Je les fais glisser le long de sa mâchoire forte, jusqu'à sa gorge, sur le creux de ses clavicules, sur la peau de sa poitrine, m'arrêtant entre ses seins. Je tourne silencieusement autour de cet endroit tandis qu'elle retient son souffle, peut-être d'impatience. « Me laisserais-tu te faire l'amour, Titania ? » Titania Williams, fougueuse mais innocente, est surtout connue pour se trouver au mauvais endroit au mauvais moment, et cette fois-ci, elle va en avoir pour son argent. Lorsque son cher oncle Patrick trahit Kristoff Stavkros, l'un des plus puissants parrains de la mafia new-yorkaise, Titania se retrouve malgré elle prise dans l'engrenage du crime et de la tromperie. Pour sauver son oncle, elle fait une proposition à Kristoff. Elle sera sienne pendant un mois. Trente jours, son corps lui appartient. Absurde, n'est-ce pas ? Mais Titania joue le jeu. Comment pourra-t-elle s'en sortir quand Kristoff change constamment les règles et est déterminé à la garder pour toujours ?

For ten years, my professor husband, Daniel Whitmore, and I loved each other deeply, treating each other with respect and care. Our only regret was that he had azoospermia, so we were never able to have a child. Then, on our tenth wedding anniversary, the housekeeper, Megan Wright, suddenly claimed she was pregnant with Daniel's child. I thought she was joking. Two days later, she threw a paternity test result in my face. The test proved that the child she was carrying was Daniel's. Megan sued us. On the day of the hearing, she cried in front of the courthouse, telling the media how Daniel had molested her. She said we were a pair of perverts who treated her like a breeding machine and kept her confined in our home. Daniel and I couldn't defend ourselves at all. The netizens labeled us demon employers and nailed us to a pillar of shame. Daniel lost his job at the university, and his students were ashamed of him. I was fired from my company that same day. In the end, Daniel couldn't withstand the pressure of public opinion and committed suicide in prison. I became a rat on the streets, hunted down and beaten by netizens. Driven insane, I wandered into traffic and died miserably in the middle of the road. Even at death, I couldn't understand how Megan had become pregnant with the child of my husband, who had azoospermia. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn to the day before Megan claimed she was pregnant with Daniel's child.

It was a national holiday and we decided to drive back to my husband's hometown to spend the holidays. One day before we left, my husband's childhood crush came crying to him that she had not managed to buy train tickets home. My husband immediately decided to let her have my seat in the car and insisted that I take the train instead. I looked at him in disbelief. There was shock in my eyes. Even my son insisted I take the train. "Mommy, Aunt Rosie is so pretty. How could you make her take the train?" I did not argue. I booked my train ticket right in front of them. However, it was to my own hometown. I no longer wanted a biased husband and a disloyal son.

He compares himself to a rainbow, but what exactly does a rainbow made up of colors mean? Ephraim Ivonis Yousef Zallega Jr is a competitive young man, who was forced to become a man so that he won't be like his brother who lost the Zallega's legacy. He tried hard and did not fail himself to continue his family's legacy. Dignity. Pride. Honor. Reputation. Zallega. Men. He promised himself that he would not embarrass his father who was a respectable man in the field of Construction and Politics. Ivo was forced to be successful at a very young age before he met the high-maintenance girl that he never imagined to have, Zuri Aniyah Altavas. The lady she wanted to witness her growth on becoming a woman and became his life. But what exactly is the reason why Ivo’s reputation has been damaged? What was the lie believed to keep the two of them apart? What exactly is the truth hiding behind the clouds that only blue skies like Zuri’s eyes believed? Can love survive when everything is falling apart? Or... can love pulls them together again as they will abide after so long years as they fight against the odds?