How To Make A Double Gate

C’était le jour que j’avais tant rêvé. Vêtue de blanc, je croyais rayonner. J’attendais. J’attendais Ara, l’homme que j’aimais plus que tout, plus que moi-même. Les heures ont passé, lentes, lourdes. L’attente s’est changée en angoisse, puis en un étau de détresse qui serrait ma gorge. Ma mère était là, sa main sur la mienne, mais aucun réconfort ne pouvait atteindre l’endroit glacé où mon cœur se fissurait déjà. Une notification. Une lueur d’espoir absurde. Peut-être un accident, une urgence, quelque chose , n’importe quoi , d’excusable. J’ai ouvert l’application. Et j’ai vu. En direct : lui souriant , sous une voûte que je ne connaissais pas, il tenait la main d’une autre. Il glissait un anneau à son doigt. Il prononçait des vœux...pour une autre. Mon monde s’est arrêté. Puis il s’est effondré en silence, en poussière fine. Et dans mon ventre, il y avait notre secret. Notre enfant. La nouvelle que je gardais pour ce soir, comme un dernier cadeau, un sceau sur notre bonheur. Le gage d’un amour qui n’existait déjà plus. La douleur a été si totale, si absolue, qu’elle a éteint la lumière. Mes jambes ont cédé. La soie blanche a fouetté l’air puis s’est alourdie contre le sol. Et une question, une seule, qui brûlait ce qui restait de mon âme : Pourquoi ? Pourquoi m’as-tu laissée là, avec ton enfant dans le ventre et ta promesse en cendres ? Pourquoi as-tu choisi de me tuer ainsi devant tout le monde ? Le noir m’a prise. Mais avant qu’il n’emporte tout : je ne me réveillerais plus jamais la femme qui a cru au rêve.

It wasn't just about what this lady was wearing. It was her. Something to do with the way she moved. Like she was one with the music and with the stage. The music pounded in a hypnotic rhythm that was unashamedly sexual, and she moved and danced in time to the beat, her movements graceful and seductive. So much confidence and balance. Balance that should have been nearly possible with the length of the heel shoes that she was putting on, but she made it look so natural... So easy, like she'd been born with high, slender spikes attached to her feet. There was something captivating... Almost hypnotizing about this woman, and Dimitri found him self leaning closer to watch. To take in every sight of this beautiful goddess. She was a vision of feminine perfection, every man's fantasy and Dimitri felt sharp claws of lust drag through his loins. On the opposite side, Dimitri saw a man half rise to his feet, a look of longing in his eyes. He didn't blame the man. What man wouldn't be captivated by such a beauty? -------------------- Nervous about assuming control of her father's company, Kelly Darcy relocates to San Francisco. In an attempt to do something she loved one more time before her life changed completely, she volunteers to replace a dancer in her friend, Elizabeth's fashion show and ends up in the arms of Dimitri Collins. It was supposed to be a one night stand. She didn't have to see him again. But Kelly realizes how wrong she was when Dimitri walks into her father's office... And now she has to fight to keep her father's company, while figuring out what she truly feels for Dimitri.

She was aware of all those men looking at her with lust, while she was running true the park, which made her angry and sad at the same time, but she just made her headphones louder and smiled on her chin. She wanted something real, although it was impossible to find because a man must give her all of himself, just as she would do the same to him. Ah, stop dreaming Jenna!", she mouthed, making her legs run faster, not knowing that soon her life will about to change.

“Don’t freaking touch me you liar!” Diana yelled, the tears spilling down her face. She couldn't believe the man she loved and trusted had lied to her. “You told me you loved me!” “Yes, I do. Diana, listen, I…,” Xavier gasped, his voice breaking. He knew he was losing her. His heart ached. He had never meant to go this far with her. He had wanted to hurt her but it hurt worse to see her like this. “You're all the same. I never should have loved you. I hate you! You're dead to me!” She screamed and walked away from him. Xavier chased after her, yelling her name but she shrugged him off, slamming the door in his face. Diana Pierce had always wanted love. She couldn't have it. Not after her ex husband Julian had cheated on her with her mother and tore her life apart. Now, Xavier, the savior she had dreamed of had been a secret sworn enemy out to get her from the start. What will she do when she finds out Xavier truly loves her? Will she ever forgive him? What happens when she learns her family isn't all that great and had been responsible for a heartache that had tormented him for years? Read on to find out!

Nayra âgée de vingt-quatre ans et Rebecca âgée de vingt-sept ans sont deux sœurs , un jour les parents de Nayra et Rebecca prendront la décision de donner leur deux filles en mariage à la famille Cardona , l’une des familles les plus prestigieuses du pays , afin d’avoir un plus grand nom dans la société. Nayra sera contrainte d’abandonner son fiancé et Rebecca elle n’ayant jamais accordé d’importance à l’amour acceptera pour ne pas recevoir les foudres de sa mère , mais tout ne se passera pas comme prévue car il y aura une confusion , le mari étant prévu pour l’une ira à l’autre , un échange de partenaire , Quelles sont les causes de cet échange et quelles en seront les conséquences ? Découvrez le dans " Mariage à double tranchant " . Bonne lecture les amis Ma devise : Vous surprendre .

Izaria Mauve is a sheltered woman and an only daughter of Asuncion family. She is the last heiress so she has to meet her clans expectations. Lumaki siya sa puder ng kanyang lolo na namamalagi sa Japan upang ilayo siya sa mga mata ng mga tao hanggat hindi pa dumadating ang tamang panahon upang siya naman ang mamahala sa malaki nilang kompanya. Bata pa lang kasi ay sakitin na ito. Everyone thought she was kept in a private hospital where no one is allowed to visit. But her grandfather raised her to be a warrior rather than a weak and clueless princess. She spent most of her time in a temple where she learned different types of martial arts and weapons, she was also taught everything about business. Ang inakala nilang musmos at mahina na dalaga ay hindi pala totoong mahina. Pero hindi roon magtatapos ang lahat dahil mababago ang kapalaran ni Izaria nang ipahayag ng kanyang lolo na kinakailangan niyang pakasalan ang isang makapangyarihang tao sa lipunan na nasa Pilipinas upang isalba ang kompanya nilang nasa bingit na ng pagbagsak. Izaria had a second thought but she was convinced to accept it after his grandfather died and was told that that is his last will. Anong klaseng buhay kaya ang naghihintay kay Izaria sa Pilipinas? Maging matagumpay kaya ang mga plano niya upang mabawi ang kompanya nila? Paano kung hindi lang ang pakikipagsapalaran na magpakasal sa taong hindi niya kilala ang problemang dumating sa buhay niya? Paano kung may matuklasan siya na hindi niya dapat malaman?

I didn’t just lose my mate on the night of our Ascendance Ball. I lost my dignity. Standing in the center of the gilded ballroom, in a dress that cost more than my life, I watched Drail choose her. My best friend. He didn't just reject our fated bond; he laughed while doing it, his hand resting on her pregnant stomach. Cast out. Humiliated. Rogue. I ran into the storm and straight into the chest of a monster. Derek Montenegro. The Ruthless. The exiled Prince of the European packs. A man with tattoos crawling up his neck and a reputation for breaking bones as easily as he breaks hearts. He’s cold, commanding, and dangerously beautiful. He offers me a deal. A contract. "Marry me, Raya. Wear my mark. Become the Queen of the underworld, and I will give you the power to crush the people who broke you." I thought I was signing a deal with the devil to get revenge. I didn't know the devil had a twin. And I certainly didn't know that the rejection wasn't an accident—it was the first move in a war between brothers, and I am the weapon they both intend to wield.

Ellie was a good, ideal werewolf of her pack. Once abandoned by her family, she wanted to do everything she could to give back the love and care she received from her adopted family, even if it meant giving up her own wolf for a better future for them. However, what she did not know was that it was all a trick. That she was never loved by anyone in the pack; not her family, nor her mate. And the rite used for ‘her sake’? It was actually for her sister’s sake. All this time, Ellie was but a pawn to be used and tossed away. One day, she met an injured werewolf in the middle of the woods, who claimed her to be his mate, and later saved her from a cruel fate. Only… “We may be mates, but I feel nothing from you. All I want from you is to bear my child.” Once again, she was to be used as a pawn for someone else, when all she wanted was to at least be treated as any other werewolf. Will Ellie ever be able to change her fate? Can she get through to her mate? Will she find out what happened to her real parents?

Marshall Locke, the assistant working for my wife, Amelia Stone, leaves out three zeroes on a contract. It leads to ten million dollars in losses for the company. The factory that has collaborated with us on the project goes bankrupt, and its owner jumps off a building as a result of the situation. All Marshall does is shed a few tears, and Amelia immediately pins all the blame on me. She claims I single-handedly managed the entire project. I get sued in court, which leaves me ten million dollars in debt. When the deceased's family posts about me online, the entire internet curses me out, saying that I should die too. My entire industry blacklists me. The career I've painstakingly built up for myself is destroyed just like that. But when I confront Amelia about this, she simply looks at her freshly manicured nails and says airily, "Marshall is young and inexperienced. You've been in the business for so many years now. It's not like this has caused any damage to you." Recalling the way she and Marshall had been wrapped up in a passionate kiss before I came in, I pull out the divorce agreement I prepared in advance and toss it at her. "Sign it."

" Stop! just stop right there, Revan," Shaina said as she moved closer to the door, her hands sweaty with nest-like hair, she looked like a mental patient who ran out of the hospital. " Shaina, all I want is to talk to you why you are always looking at me with accusing eyes like I killed you? " Revan asked in an irritated tone. Little did he know he actually killed her. all the previous bitter memories started to flash in front of her eyes as her breathing ragged, Revan moved closer to her as she picked the vas from nearby to hit him and escape from his hold. she was not going to fall for his words again, she was not going to trust him again like she did in her previous life. " Shaina I am not going to do anything trust me," Revan said trying to cool her down but she was too scared to trust him, hell how can she trust the person who killed her. " you killed me Revan you killed me-- " she was about to say more when she felt his lips moving against hers. she tried to pull away but he held her neck and pulled her closer by her waist, all she wanted was to fight him but she couldn't. She gave in as he kissed her passionately, " I Love you Shaina, and the way you kissed me back, clearly states you do too " he whispered once he parted his lips from hers. Shaina's eyes teared as she looked at him and did what she wanted to do from the moment she saw him again in her life, She slapped him and ran away from his hold leaving a shocked Revan behind.