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Kristal est née avec une cuillère en or dans la bouche, elle n'a jamais manqué de rien. Mais ceci ne fait pas complétement son bonheur. Car malgré tout il y a un hic: ses parents la privent beaucoup de sa liberté. À l'obtention de son diplôme de licence, kristal en a marre et frappe sur la table: elle a en effet décidé d'aller poursuivre ses études à l'extérieur. Ses parents donnent leur accord après maintes négociations. Kristal est alors loin de se douter de ce qui l'y attend

Je peux le sentir. Je peux le sentir. Il vient ici tous les soirs mais j'ai peur de lui faire face. Qui est-ce ? Qu'est-ce qu'il veut ? Je le sens approcher de mon lit, je retiens ma respiration et je ferme les yeux. " Je sais, tu sais que je suis là. Je sais que tu es réveillé " a dit sa voix profonde. Je sens son souffle sur mon cou, ça m'a fait frissonner le long de la colonne vertébrale. "Pourquoi as-tu si peur ? Je peux entendre ton cœur battre sauvagement " a-t-il chuchoté près de mon oreille, je sens une main sur le bas du dos où mon débardeur expose la petite peau sur mon dos. Je saute du lit pour lui faire face pour la première fois. Mon visage devient pâle en le voyant. Il est comme avant, mais si différent. C'est lui qui vient tous les soirs ? Mes yeux s'élargissent, non non non... "Toi ! "Je crie. Il rit et avança vers moi, comme un animal vers sa proie. J'ai reculé puis soudainement mon dos frappe ma table d'appoint. Il met les deux mains sur la table, me piégeant entre les deux. Il se met le visage plus près de mon oreille, à l'instant, je ferme les yeux. " Oui, moi " il murmure. Oh oh je suis morte…

Dash is no stranger to pain, but he learned from a young age to conceal it from the world. He grew up watching his parents fight, his mother crying herself to sleep while his father drowned himself in booze. That’s not the life he wants for himself. Dash swore off women right there and then, but growing up, his hormones played a significant part in turning him into a man-.  Dash is a single billionaire with a gigantic dark secret. He is the Underboss of the biggest Mafia in New York City. Dash likes to sleep around, and rarely sleeps with the same girl twice, but his sense of humor and his charismatic smile make every girl bow at his will until he meets the only girl who won’t look twice at him.  Grace is Dash’s polar opposite, but opposites attract and Dash can’t stop thinking about the girl he saved the night he covered his twin brother’s . The girl who was dancing on the table trying to strip her clothes, and ended up in his arms. The same girl that emptied her stomach all down his new leather jacket.  Getting to know Grace and trying to seduce her will be Dash’s biggest challenge, bigger than taking down the Italian Mob that is threatening their power in New York. How serious will Dash be about Grace when he sees a target on her back? Will he be able to put her above everything and everyone, or will go back to his old self not caring about anyone else? This is the second book of The Legacies Series. You can read this book as a stand-alone, but for better comprehension, it is advisable to read the first book of the series. “The Reaper CEO” 

As I turn to march out of the room, my feet stop and my breath hitches. "Bryanna. Why…” I whip back around and glare at them. "You aren't to use that name in public. Only when we are in private and alone.” Jacob flashes me a crooked smile. His eyes sparkle as he waves his finger around in the air. “We are alone. It is only us three in here.” He rests his arm on the table and gives me a cheesy grin, almost daring me to slap it off him. His t-shirt stretches tight against his muscular chest and accents his well-defined muscles. He has a true alpha body. The sparkle in his light brown eyes shimmers as he leans forward. In a deep, husky voice, he adds, “We know all your secrets. Plus, we can see your true self. The one nobody else can see because of the magic spell. Should I go on?” My heartbeat echoes in my ears as I stumble forward. How could he act like this? Bryanna, the heir to her pack, is forced into a contract relationship right before her eighteenth birthday which her father claims to be the best for both her and the pack. However, as she gets older, she soon realizes the contract relationship may not be the best choice for her, but it was a great choice for her father. When Bryanna and the contract are on the verge of falling apart, she faces a choice only she can make. Does she fight for the mate she can't detect at the risk of her secret coming out? Or does she sacrifice her happiness for the pack and her father's wishes while also keeping her secret buried?

Misty I looked at the faces of my pups on the screen, being away from them was so hard but I had to make it better. I had to provide for them. Give them the best chance I could as a single uneducated Mother. They'd had such a crap start to life, mostly my own fault because if I hadnt stayed when he continued to allow the alcohol to become him, they wouldnt have been through the hell, but then if I hadnt stayed they all wouldnt exist and i dont regret any of them, No matter how they were conceived. My Life, My Legacy, My loves. I listened to them tell me about all their adventures and the feasts they ate from banana leaves. Id put out an ad searching for somebody to take care of them while I worked, somebody to love them and assure them i wasnt abandoning them just trying to make things better. Id found those angels, theyd accepted accomodation food and utilities in exchange for making sure my pups were fed, clean and cared for. I thanked the driver for the ride and entered the roadhouse, passed all the food that made my stomach rumble from its 48 hour emptiness, made use of the amenities and headed out back to try and get another ride north that would hopefully take me all the way back to my pups. I took a seat at an empty table, aware of the fact i hadnt showered in 3 days, I kept my eyes down and avoided contact listening for conversation that would point me to a driver heading north. That was the beginning of the rest of my life.

“Ten Million," someone shouted from the audience again and Isabel's heart picked its speed. "Twenty-five Million!" A dark voice sounded through the auction room followed by a thick silence. Tears leaked from Isabel's eyes as she heard the auctioneer tapping the hammer against the wooden board. "Anyone else for this virgin beauty?" “Twenty-five million and the beauty is sold at table number twenty-five. None other than the most eligible and alluring billionaire of the country, Viso D'angelo!" Shockingly she met his eyes and her entire existence stilled. How come, the man whose existence and eminence stirs the souls of people, becomes her owner? Not to forget He was the mysterious man whom she had been looking for years for her revenge. BONKERS This is the term they whispered about him all over the country but no one is courageous enough to mouth off this name to anyone. He emanates power, wealth and the baggage of illicit deeds. He rules Italy with his puissant wings spread around. The most potent weapon He has is, Himself. VISO D'ANGELO. But Everything falls apart When a certain woman comes into his emotionless, sinfulband immoral life and makes him accustomed to the life He never dreamt to resonate ever. What if She powerfully socks up his essence and leaves him with nothing but a dry well? Would He ever realize what He did to her and himself? Well, He is not someone who cries over something. He will go to every extent to get what He wants. He will use every fucking dense way to fulfill his Dark dry well with her Nector. Because Innocent Beauty caught the eyes of a Twisted Beast and it was the start of their Chaotic Love Story..

My younger fraternal twin brother finally gets a girlfriend. Our parents, who are overseas, entrust me with the task of welcoming her. I instruct the maids to prepare a feast to welcome her. As we sit around the dining table, my brother scoops a bowl of soup for me himself. After that meal, my brother's girlfriend pulls a long face at me. "Who gave you the right to eat the soup my darling scooped? How could you be so lazy? You can't even cook, yet you're not even embarrassed to stuff yourself with all that food!" I'm stunned by her outrageous words. I reply in annoyance, "What does that have to do with you anyway? I'll do as I please!" She glares at me with hatred written all over her face and yells, "Why aren't you married yet? The family's assets belong to me and my darling. Who do you think you are that you can spend our money? "Just look at you. You will never be able to get married like this. Perhaps it'll be better for you if you beg me to introduce my elder cousin to you. He doesn't mind that you're lazy. All he wants is for you to give him a son. He earns over ten thousand dollars a month!" I'm dumbstruck by her shamelessness. I storm straight to the bathroom where my brother is and bang on the door repeatedly. "Come out here right now! What is with your girlfriend? And since when have our family's assets become yours and yours alone?"

My daughter, Annabelle Turner, was diagnosed with hereditary heart disease. I spent the past five years searching for a compatible heart donor for her. Now, I finally found one. Right before Annabelle is sent into the surgery room, my husband and renowned cardiologist, Gabriel Turner, tearfully makes me a promise. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make sure Annabelle gets a shot at life again." Yet halfway through the surgery, Gabriel suddenly leaves in a hurry without giving any explanation. I stumble into the surgery room and see Annabelle lying on the operating table, covered in blood. Her chest is cut wide open, laid bare for all to see. Tyler Rotwell, Gabriel's assistant, stammers out, "Dr. Turner said… that Anna can still hold on a little longer, but Ms. Byron's son can't. "Dr. Turner took the heart that was meant for Anna and left…" I immediately break down and repeatedly call Gabriel's number, but Gabriel never answers a single call, not even when Anna's blood has completely dried… While settling my daughter's post-mortem affairs, I happen to see a newly posted update on Gabriel's childhood friend, Suzanne Byron's social media. "Turns out it was just a misdiagnosis," was what the caption read. "In that case, let's give this useless little thing to our good boy Oscar as a treat!" The video attached depicts Suzanne's dog Oscar tearing into the heart that was supposed to be donated to Annabelle. As I turn to look at Annabelle's cold body, the last shred of love I have for Gabriel starts crumbling apart. By the time Gabriel finally remembers Annabelle, whom he left on the operating table, only an empty bedroom and an urn containing her ashes would greet him…

My sister has awakened her mermaid bloodline, but it is incomplete. Her skin is her curse. A single touch, too hard, and it cracks. For her, everything hard in our house has been thrown away. I love to dance, but the hard tips of ballet shoes are forbidden. I love music, but the strings of a guitar or the keys of a piano are too dangerous. Every dream I've ever had has been strangled in its cradle because of my sister's condition. My brother, Liam, who raised us both, always looks at me with tired, pleading eyes. "Elara is fragile, Isla. You have to be understanding." But I was only eighteen the first time I truly understood. I came home from my high school graduation ceremony, the scent of sunshine and excitement still on my clothes. The moment I stepped inside, Elara's hand connected with my cheek. Hard. For no reason at all. Everyone rushed to her. Liam pointed a furious finger at me. "Look what you've done! You've hurt her hand! How could you be so careless?" He shoved me aside and rushed out with Elara to find a doctor. I fell back against the glass coffee table, the impact jarring. And then, a strange, cold pain bloomed across my back. I felt my skin... tear. It was then I remembered the doctor's words from my last check-up: "You carry the Siren's Gene, Isla. It could manifest at any time." As my vision blurred, my own blood pooling on the pristine white floor, I finally understood. The curse wasn't just my sister's. It was mine, too.

Am I Zane to you?" I whipped her again, with anger clearly evident on my face. "No" She said, shaking her head vehemently. Streak of tears were flowing on to her cheeks, but I did not care the least about it. Pushing the emotions that clouded my thoughts away, "What am I to you?" I bawled out. "Master," she screamed, with her lips shaking in trepidation. I threw the whip aside on hearing her say the exact words I wanted to hear. Her white top was now soaked with blood as she curled herself up in a fetal position. "From now on, you would be confined to this building for the rest of your life. Don't even try to think about escaping," I informed. "The day you try to leave the walls of this house without my permission, take that day as your end." ******** Amidala's twisted life, only became more overwhelming when she is mated to the ruthless Alpha of the blood moon pack, River Zane. He develops sudden hate towards her and subjects her into maltreatment when he realized that she was a human. Little did he know that there was more to her identity than the eyes held. River Zane made her go through extreme torture, all because he wanted to show his superiority over her and pour it to her face that she was just a worthless human. What will be the fate of River Zane, when table turns, and he discovers the once weak Amidala holds so much importance to his life, and now he has to fight for her? How will he go about winning Amidala's heart, as the once ruthless Alpha now becomes the lover boy.