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Skye Harris, a 24-year-old with nothing to her name except an old Subaru wagon and now a gothic style Victorian home that she bought at a Memphis house auction. She is determined to rebuild her life after wasting 6 years in an abusive relationship. While working on renovations of her new home, she begins to feel another presence. Jesse Martin has been alone in his old family home for some time. Some families have come and gone. Even some businesses as well. However, when a dark-haired beauty enters through the front door of his home, he is surprised to find that she can see and touch him. The two occupants of this old Victorian home begin to form a connection that bridges the space between the world of the living and the spirit world.

Avril 2017, Curtis Ignac a obtenu ce qu'il désirait : malgré ses sentiments pour Lucas, Allyn a accepté son héritage angélique afin de survivre à la menace de mort qui pèse sur elle. Sitôt arrivée à Hemera, on ne lui accorde aucun répit. Les Anges Noirs se font nombreux, les Anges Gardiens s'affaiblissent... Piégée dans une dimension dont elle n'a que faire, Allyn devra apprendre à compter sur des alliés pour le moins inattendus. Seulement fuir la menace ne la rend pas moins réelle, et cela, Allyn ne tardera pas à le découvrir à ses dépens.

Moi, Alicia, je dois travailler dans un vieux manoir pour aider mon pauvre père. Cependant, le propriétaire de ce manoir est étrange, il se passe des trucs bizarres et selon moi, c'est LUI qui en est la cause. LUI, il est mystérieux. LUI, il n'est pas humain. LUI, il est étrangement sexy... (Histoire à vos risques et périls... C'est loin d'un petit chef-d'œuvre, pas beaucoup de description et des trucs qui ne font pas vraiment de sens. Pas besoin de laisser un mauvais commentaire, vous êtes avertis ici que l'histoire n'est pas super.)

It was the holiday season and I was on my way home when the traffic on the highway came to a standstill. Suddenly, a Maybach came speeding down the emergency lane and slammed right into my car. The driver jumped out and started yelling, jabbing his finger in my face. “Are you blind?! Don’t you know cars turning should yield to those going straight?” I frowned. “My car broke down and this is where I’m supposed to be. You’re the one who broke the traffic laws, yet you’re blaming me for this?” “Traffic laws?” he scoffed, full of arrogance. “I’m the law in Jacksboro City. That Volkswagen piece of junk you’re driving is not even worth one of my Maybach’s tires!” Then he pulled out a baseball bat and smashed it down on my car. He even threatened to break my legs and demanded compensation. I sneered. “Sure, this may be a Volkswagen… but why don’t you take a closer look at the special clearance permit on the windshield?”

“You’re not his wife. You’re a ghost in a borrowed face.” Lena Moore thought she had outrun the darkness. Engaged to billionaire Aaron King and carrying a child she’s not sure belongs to him or the stalker, Kian, Lena’s past comes crashing through the doors—dressed in white. Jennifer, Aaron’s long-dead wife, is alive. Or so it seems. One betrayal spirals into another. On the run from heartbreak and chasing what’s left of her sanity, Lena goes into labor on a stormy highway—only for her ex-lover, Kian, to take their newborn and vanish. When Jennifer is found murdered and Lena is arrested, the world turns its back on her. But behind bars, the truth unravels. Jennifer was a puppet. Alara—Lena’s estranged mother—has been the mastermind all along, manipulating lives, identities, and deaths from the shadows. Lena is done running. With her child missing, a legacy built on lies, and the world doubting her every breath, she’s ready to burn the past down—face by face.

Le vice et la vertu font le quotidien de Paul, bel homme au statut social enviable. À l'orée de ses quarante ans, il ne supporte plus ses vieux habits de Casanova compulsif, cynique et manipulateur. Après une succession de remises en causes, il se met en quête du grand Amour sur les suggestions bienveillantes de sa psy Aude, au charme aristocratique. Lors d'un voyage en République dominicaine, il connaîtra les délices, le ciel, l'enfer et la sulfureuse Linda, au passé trouble qui a tout d'un ange déchu. Que lui réservera cette rencontre ? Paul trouvera-t-il en Linda la réponse à ses tourments ?

"Kupikir kaumerasakan hal yang sama. Kupikir kau juga mencintaiku," desah pemuda itu dengan raut wajah terluka. "Aku mohon, pergilah bersamaku. Kita akan memulai kehidupan yang baru. Lupakan pernikahan itu. Aku tahu kau tak pernah menginginkannya." Setengah mati Naraya mengidolakan Orion—anggota grup Stargazer yang tengah naik daun. Ia tak pernah menduga pertemuannya dengan sang idola saat acara fansign akan mendekatkannya dengan pemuda itu. Apalagi menyangka perasaannya akan berbalas. Namun, kehadiran seseorang dari masa lalu menjadi penghalang hubungan mereka. Orangtua Naraya menjodohkannya dengan teman masa kecil gadis itu, Xabi. Lalu, bagaimana nasib hubungan Naraya dengan Orion? Dipublikasi tanggal 16 Oktober 2021 ©2021, Jili Nai Picture by Resplash Font by Canva

Seraphina Ashford never knew her family carried a blood debt—until the night before her twentieth birthday, when she's sold to Crimson Hollow Academy to pay for sins three centuries old. Trapped in a Gothic vampire academy shrouded in eternal twilight, Sera discovers she possesses a rare and deadly gift: Truthsight, the ability to see lies, curses, and death itself. While others see an elite school training vampire nobility, Sera sees something far more sinister—a black rot spreading through the academy, slowly killing everyone inside. She's soon caught between two impossible men: Caspian Noctis, the beautiful, calculating vampire prince who bought her debt and is hiding devastating secrets, and Raven Thorne, the warm but dangerous dhampir who's been protecting her family for longer than she knows. Both want to save her.

I'm the scapegoat who was hired by the rich Shelton family to marry into that family under the guise of repaying them for their benevolence. But my wife, Jenny Shelton, hates me for ruining the wedding meant for her and her first love, Jackson Wembley. She has hordes of treasure under her name, and yet she only gives me five dollars every day to survive. I've starved to the point I'm all skin and bones. Jenny, on the other hand, goes through partners like mad. She even drives while under alcoholic influence in order to make her new boyfriend laugh, which results in her crashing into the generator powering in the hospital and causing my mother's death. Later on, Jenny merely throws me a black card. "Wow, you really have the heart to arrange for your mom to live in that small and rundown hospital, huh? Then again, a money-minded person like you is capable of doing everything in this world. "Take this card and get your mom transferred to a VIP ward. Don't think about stealing from this card; I'll always check the bills." But I just throw the black card away and start preparing for my mom's funeral. What Jenny doesn't know is that Jackson had chosen to flee from the altar and abandon her back then. I was just a tool hired by her family in order to comfort her. Now that my mom is dead and I'm done paying back the debt, it's time for me to leave.

A doomsday blizzard hit just before Christmas. The zombie virus exploded. Our fortress was a top-tier ski resort. Now, it was about to fall. My husband, Ethan, was a former Navy SEAL. Our head of security. He swore his defense system was foolproof. The blizzard knocked out the power. But he’d sent all the backup generator fuel to the summit. Just to light up a Christmas tree for Chloe. He even had a few guards up there with them, throwing a party. In my last life, I fought him. I herded everyone into the last bunker. But Chloe whined. A crowded Christmas was boring, she said. She stormed out of the safe room and ran right into the jaws of the horde. Ethan carved a path through the horde to secure the walls. Then he sat in silence, cradling Chloe’s bones. He pretended he wanted to start over with me. He let me get pregnant with his child. The day I gave birth, he knocked me unconscious and dumped me into a nearby zombie nest. He always rescued me just before I died. He’d inject me with a serum that kept me from turning. Nineteen times, he threw me to the zombies. I died in agony as they tore the flesh from my bones. "If you hadn't sabotaged my defenses," he’d hissed, "if you hadn't crashed our party and led the horde right to us, Chloe would still be alive!" I opened my eyes. I was back. Christmas Eve.