Guérison

Is there anything wrong with having a little innocent crush? Well, of course not... Unless it becomes a deadly obsession

He was magnificent in her eyes before. The way he strides down the stairs which such power and authority, the way he carried himself with such elegance and dignity, the way those eyes scanned the area while it shone vividly like the bright morning sun. He was her god, before. Now that she was given this chance to redeem herself, to save herself before disaster strikes once again in the Empire. She will waste no time freeing herself from the clutches of this man. The Crown Prince. She bowed her head as soon as he descended and everyone in the ballroom, including herself, greeted the prince. "Welcome back, Your Highness!" 'Yes, welcome back indeed.' - - Amerielise Lovette was nothing more than a social butterfly. She was well-known for her appearance that sends men into an abyss of admiration and longing for her. She was so beautiful that she was described as the flower in the cliff when the sun sets. However, no matter the effort many men put to make her notice them, she only has her eyes on one man. It is her childhood friend, the Crown Prince. She loved the crown prince and was loyal to the royal family. She was like a dog willing to abide every wish he whispers, kissing the ground he walked on, blindly following him. She was naive to the dark intentions that the prince has in stored for her. In his eyes, she was just another pawn. She died. She was given a second life, a life where she vowed to do the right thing and not be the dog that she once was. She stepped away from her fate. The moment that she did, things go south and that is how she ended up in the Crown Prince's clutches again.

Dans l’ombre de la mafia italienne, des vies se croisent et se brisent, emportées par des destins impitoyables. Adriano Bellucci, homme de pouvoir et de silence, a grandi dans une violence insoutenable, son cœur forgé par la haine et la vengeance. À 30 ans, il est devenu l’un des mafieux les plus redoutés de la péninsule, une légende glacée dans le monde souterrain. Mais tout change le jour où il croise le chemin d’Elena Vieri, une jeune femme innocente, ignorante du monde dangereux qui l’entoure. Elle est témoin d’une scène qu’elle n’aurait jamais dû voir, et en un instant, son destin bascule. Enlevée par erreur, elle devient la proie d’un homme qu’elle n’a jamais choisi de connaître, mais qui va marquer sa vie à jamais. Entre captivité et désir interdit, entre peur et attraction, la relation entre Adriano et Elena va se tordre et se déformer. Et si l’amour pouvait naître dans les ténèbres, là où la vengeance et la douleur règnent en maîtres ?

My father suffered a heart attack and collapsed. Emergency treatment required the installation of a cardiac stent. I asked my husband to approve an expense of 10 thousand dollars for the surgery. Cameron Lister, the CEO, refused coldly, "The company and family accounts have been frozen recently because of a major project. Your father has medical insurance, so just use a cost-effective domestic stent for now." He was the sole administrator of all the bank cards in my family. His reply made me sorrowfully realize something. Even though I was a genius architectural designer with an annual income of 600 thousand dollars, I was still not worthy of choosing a better life-saving device for my own father. It was a Twitter post forwarded by a colleague, freshly and gleefully posted by the company intern Wendy. [Cameron is so nice. I just said I liked painting, and he gave me a million dollars to organize an art exhibition. I love him so much!] I looked at my father lying on an extra bed in the hospital corridor, groaning in pain, and then looked at the photo of them sweetly embracing each other. I finally understood that Cameron had perhaps never truly loved me. He had only treated me as a stepping stone for his soaring career, and as a tool for him to exploit without limits. 'If this is what you want, Cameron, then don't blame me for being ruthless,' I said inwardly.

Mature content + Asher, the ruthless mafia king, attends the auction where he notices his younger brother's bride Bella being bid for. Asher makes the highest bid in the auction and drags Bella inside a room. Just Bella's fiance Xavier sees Asher and he begs Asher to leave Bella. But Asher closes the door on Xavier's mouth and removes the blindfold from Bella's eyes and he kisses her eyes. Then he takes off Bella's heels, kisses her feet, comes up to Bella's thighs, and says, "You are completely mine now."  She responds, "You, you bastard! I am not your puppet. If you think I'll be yours, it's far from the truth. I will love Xavier until my last breath." He counters, "No, no, baby. I'm the first person who has played with your body, and I'll be the one you will love for your entire life. So now, it's time for our advance wedding night." Saying this, Asher tore Bella's dress, and then he placed his lips on Bella's eyes and whispered, "Now whenever your eyes open, you will see me first."

She was trained to be invisible. He was born to dominate. Isla Corvane is a ghost, a deadly omega spy who has spent her life in the shadows, serving an organization that taught her one truth: trust no one, feel nothing, survive everything. When she's sent undercover as a captured slave into the territory of Alpha Dylan Thornwood the most feared ruler in the supernatural world her mission is simple: infiltrate, extract information, disappear. But nothing about Dylan is simple. He's brutal, magnetic , impossible to read, and he looks at her like he's seeing straight through every lie she's ever told. Then she discovers the truth: Dylan murdered her parents. Now, chained in the den of her enemy, Isla must play the perfect prisoner while planning the perfect revenge. But the longer she stays, the more dangerous questions arise: Why does Dylan's touch feel like coming home? Why does he protect her when he should destroy her? And why does she feel a pull toward him that defies every instinct to run? Because beneath the lies, the blood, and the betrayal, a darker truth is waiting One that will shatter everything Isla thought she knew about her past, her power, and the man she was sent to kill. In a world where fate is a curse and love is a weapon, the most dangerous prison isn't made of chains. It's made of a bond that refuses to break.

Titre : Prisonnière de l’Ombre Résumé : Isabella pensait pouvoir échapper à l’emprise de Dario, mais le puissant chef de la mafia n’a jamais eu l’intention de la laisser partir. Malgré les années passées sous son contrôle, elle n’a jamais cessé de rêver de liberté pour elle et leur enfant. À chaque tentative de fuite, Dario la retrouve et la ramène auprès de lui, déterminé à lui rappeler qu’elle lui appartient. Dans l’ombre, deux de ses rivaux, Alessio et Viktor, convoitent Isabella, non par amour, mais pour atteindre Dario. Pourtant, entre les jeux de pouvoir, les trahisons et les sentiments interdits, Isabella devra affronter une vérité troublante : peut-on réellement échapper à l’emprise du passé ?

Le premier amour de mon compagnon, Sarah Blackwood, et moi avions chacune un fils de huit ans. Le fils de Sarah a tué un loup innocent. Au lieu de le livrer à la justice de la meute, mon compagnon m'a demandé que notre propre enfant prenne la responsabilité du crime. « Marcus ne passera que cinq ans dans la Prison d'Argent », m'a-t-il grogné. « Sarah et Jamie n'ont aucune protection — l'exil les tuerait tous les deux ! Notre fils est assez fort pour survivre à ça ! » Pendant qu'il les a envoyés à l'étranger pour fuir la justice, les gardes de ses parents ont traîné notre petit innocent en prison. Quand Ryan est revenu… j'avais déjà disparu.

Betrayed, blackmailed and forced to deceive, Adelaide has been captured. The one thing she knows, she must do anything her captor says to save her little brother. Even if that means falling in love with his son.

“Do I need to remind you of who your ass belongs to” his voice roared deep into my body causing shivers to spread through them “No Alpha Gillian ” I shivered. Desiree Greyfort was supposed to hate him but every time he touches her. She forgot the reasons why she hated him in the first place. After all, she was his to claim, his to touch and his to torture. “I am going to fuck his scent away that you won't be able to walk again” his mouth settled on my neck causing me to moan softy. “Beg me” he commanded. I am supposed to beg him to stop but what came out of my mouth was. “Please, touch me ”