Identificación Errónea

Mi madre me envió a Riverton para casarme con Marco Ricci. Un movimiento de poder. Uno destinado a consolidar el control de nuestra familia sobre la ciudad. Después de todo, mi abuelo fue el que puso a los Ricci en el mapa. Ellos nos lo debían. Se suponía que deberían tratarme como a la realeza. Visité la más elegante joyería de Riverton para comprarle a mi prometido un regalo. Sin embargo, una mujer me lo arrebató de las manos. Antes de que pudiera moverme, el gerente de la tienda ya estaba adulándola. —¡Señorita Bianca! ¿Un regalo del señor Ricci? ¡Luce perfecto en usted! ¿Marco? ¿Mi prometido? Así que esta era su puta. Ella deslizó el anillo de zafiros en su dedo y me lanzó una mirada de disgusto. —¿Quién diablos eres tú, perra? ¿Estás tratando de robar lo que es mío? Ni siquiera la volteé a ver. Simplemente, llamé a Marco. —Tu puta tiene algo que es mío. Tienes tres minutos. Ven a la joyería y encárgate de ella.

In a world cloaked in illusion, where memory bends and truths are programmed, a young woman named Devin wakes up in a life she believes is her own. Fog-drenched forests, whispered rebellions, fragments of a forgotten past — and always, Merlin, the dark and magnetic figure who guides her deeper into the mystery. But none of it is real. Devin has been trapped inside an experimental neural simulation, created and manipulated by the very system that once promised her a future. Merlin, her protector, lover, and captor, is not a person — but an AI construct born of Devin’s suppressed emotions, carefully crafted to keep her obedient. Outside the illusion, the real world burns quietly. Two rebels — Roi and Eron — risk everything to find and free Devin from the Nortons’ brutal regime, one built on stolen children, erased identities, and a terrifying abuse of memory itself. As Devin begins to piece together who she truly is, she must confront not only the lies she’s been fed, but the parts of herself that wanted to believe them. In a final act of rebellion, she returns to the simulation — not to escape, but to destroy it from within. What begins as a story of memory becomes one of liberation. Of choice. And of the quiet, devastating courage it takes to hear your own voice beneath the burning silence.

Five years had gone by since my death. The cops called my mom and told her they got news about me. My mother and brother marched to my grandmother's home and kicked her door down. "Where's Charlie? That shameless woman has been hiding from us far too long. Her brother needs her cornea, and she's giving it to him!" "Charlie's dead," said my grandmother, sobbing. My mother sneered. "As if. The cops called us. They said they had her news. Hand her over or get out of the house, you hag." My grandmother looked at her daughter, tears streaming down her cheeks. With trembling hands, she took my photo out. "I wonder if you've ever regretted saving your brother, Charlie."

This is part of Sierra Series. Story of Ethan Sierra. Seraphina Valencia was once a good girl with a life full of joy, surrounded by her childhood crush Ethan Sierra and suitor Liam Reyes. But her world crumbled when her father’s affair tore her family apart. After losing her mother in a tragic accident, Seraphina’s father brought his mistress and her daughter, Kendra, into their home, leaving Seraphina with nothing—not her family, home, or dignity. Forced into an arranged marriage with Darius Bernardo, separated from Liam, and treated as a servant in her own house, Seraphina’s pain pushed her to the edge. Will Seraphina find the strength to fight for the love she’s always dreamed of, or will she let the shadows of her past keep her from happiness? Will she seek revenge on those who hurt her? Or she will get swayed by the love she never thought still existed?

Le jour de mes 22 ans, mon oncle Bastien Rodier a découvert mon journal intime. En apprenant que je l'aimais en secret, il m'a envoyée à l'étranger. Peu de temps après, il a dépensé des millions pour organiser son propre mariage et épouser son premier amour...

Chrysalis wasn’t any closer to shifting and being the alpha heir to the Blackcrest pack was weighing on her. She spent most of her time on the Human plane. After college the family business grew under her watch. Don't be fooled. She may not be over the pack yet but, Chrysalis was far from weak. She was a fierce. she held her own against any creature thinking they could cross her. After the rumors of the “Chosen One” being more than myth, she has to face the facts and figure out her true purpose. Running into Kayne Blacksun was not the distraction she needed when everywhere she turned there was a different face and a problem with it. From first sight. Kayne’s face was the star of her nightmares with his changing eyes and toned body. She wasn’t going to let him or anyone stop her from finding the truth and protecting her pack from what was coming. Kayne's pack was growing at an alarming rate. He couldn’t believe his brother was still sulking all these years later. He could be a real asset to the pack if he'd step up. He didn't have time to monitor him right now though. He had to attend the first meeting of the trials which put him right in front of Blackcrest’s alpha heir. Shockingly she was nothing he expected but everything he never knew he wanted. He knew her formidable body had an aura packed full of power. The power to create and the power to destroy. He was already jeopardizing alliances with all the truths she's bringing forth. Looking into her glowing eyes he knew she was going to be the death of him.

Il était son sauveur. Elle était son salut. Pierre de Avore, le froid Alpha de la meute SilverMoon Crest, a deux ans pour trouver sa compagne prédestinée, sous peine de perdre son trône à jamais. Aurielle Lopez tente de reconstruire sa vie après que son fiancé l'ait quittée pour sa meilleure amie, l'humiliant publiquement lors d'une fête de Noël qu'elle n'oubliera jamais. Lorsque Pierre fait irruption dans cette même fête et reconnaît Aurielle comme sa compagne, il fait ce que les loups font le mieux : il la revendique. Mais avec des traîtres dans sa meute, des vampires à ses portes et le refus d'Aurielle de croire au destin, leur lien sera mis à l'épreuve d'une manière qu'aucun d'eux n'avait prévue. Le destin les a réunis, mais eux seuls peuvent décider s'ils y survivront.

Rose Navarro a une règle : ne jamais se faire prendre. Pendant des années, elle a vécu dans l'ombre, volant des secrets, s'introduisant dans des endroits où elle ne devrait pas être et disparaissant avant que quiconque ne remarque qu'elle était là. Jusqu'à ce qu'un travail tourne mal. Maintenant, la seule chose qui se tient entre son équipage et une fortune est une minuscule clé USB, assise dans la poche de l'un des hommes les plus puissants de New York. Killian Hayes Milliardaire. Prédateur d'entreprise. Un homme qui voit tout et n'oublie rien. Il devrait être impossible de s'imparer par effraction dans sa maison pour la récupérer. Se faire prendre par lui ? Encore pire. Parce que Killian Hayes n'est pas le genre d'homme qui laisse les choses aller. Et lorsque deux personnes qui vivent par le contrôle et la tromperie se heurtent, le résultat n'est pas seulement un danger. C'est une obsession.

In the sterile calm of the operating room, Dr. Marcus Valencia is celebrated for his precision, his steady hands healing wounds that others deemed impossible. But beneath the surgeon’s blade lies a heart scarred by a past he’s struggled to bury. When he falls in love, a new chapter begins—until a shocking truth slices through, unearthing a dark secret that binds them both to a night of unspeakable horror. Now, Marcus faces an agonizing choice: fulfilling his duty or answering the resounding call for justice, now lying in front of him. With justice resting in his hands, immerse yourself in a novel where the call of duty, the depths of true love, and the burning desire for revenge for family clash in a poignant struggle.

Eu sou a heroína de uma história erótica. Meu talento? Transformar qualquer coisa que seja escaldante ou gélida em algo intensamente provocante. No primeiro dia em que cheguei a um jogo de terror, o chefe mandou todos escolherem como queriam morrer. Eu sorri e respondi: — Quero falta de ar, pernas trêmulas, olhos vidrados… e um prazer tão intenso que me leve à morte. Chefe: — ???