Infirmière

"You're ours to love, cherish and fuck. " Vespa wanted two things, an escape from her harsh reality, and a man to love her unconditionally. What happens when her answer comes as three brothers

Sur une scène noyée de lumière pourpre, Sélia, danseuse de cabaret au tempérament incandescent, envoûte le public de ses mouvements sensuels. Mais une chute brutale interrompt le numéro : le noir total. À son réveil, plus de musique, plus de néons… seulement l’odeur entêtante du bois poli, le vacillement des torches, et des hommes en armure qui l’empoignent sans ménagement. Sans comprendre comment, elle a quitté son époque pour se retrouver projetée au XVIIᵉ siècle, au cœur du Royaume de Valcoris, un domaine prospère bordé par les déserts brûlants et les falaises océanes, où toute danse provocante est perçue comme un acte de sorcellerie. Face à elle se tient le Roi Lucian Aurel, jeune souverain redouté, aussi froid qu’implacable. Fasciné malgré lui par cette étrangère aux gestes envoûtants, il la déclare sorcière et ordonne sa mise à mort. Jetée dans une cellule humide, Sélia comprend qu’elle n’a que deux voies : mourir… ou séduire l’homme qui veut sa tête. Mais deux femmes rôdent déjà dans l’ombre du trône. Il y a Calandra, maîtresse officielle du Roi, jalouse et rusée, prête à défendre son privilège par le poison ou le mensonge. Et Lyria, mystérieuse conseillère royale, manipulatrice habile dont les sourires cachent des desseins plus noirs encore. Entre alliances fragiles et trahisons voilées, Sélia se retrouve prise dans un duel de regards, de mots et de désirs interdits. Plus la passion interdite grandit entre elle et le Roi, plus le fil de la lame se rapproche… car dans ce royaume, l’amour peut tuer plus sûrement que la guillotine.

Un jeune orphelin de père, à la charge de sa pauvre maman depuis ses huit mois, quitte le village pour la ville à son obtention du baccalauréat

Avant le divorce, la vie de Thérèsa n’était qu’un long calvaire. Prisonnière d’un mariage sans amour, elle encaissait en silence… jusqu’au jour où son mari rentra d’un voyage, flanqué d’une nouvelle femme et d’un fils. Ce jour -là, quelque chose se brisa en elle et une autre Thérèsa naquit. Libre, fière et indépendante, elle rebâtit sa vie pierre après pierre, jurant de ne plus jamais plier. Mais lorsque la vérité sur le véritable père de sa fille éclate au grand jour, le passé revient frapper à sa porte. Son ex, rongé par le remords, tombe à genoux, suppliant son pardon. Trop tard. Car face à lui se dresse le nouveau collègue et désormais fiancé de Thérèsa. D’un ton calme, presque cruel, il lui dit : « Tu regrettes, c’est bien. Mais tes regrets viennent un peu trop tard. Thérèsa et moi allons nous marier. »

"What are you doing? You’re not supposed to remember." My voice trembled as he smirked, fingers sliding into my hair, tugging just enough to make me gasp. "You’re my wife, Eve." His lips brushed my ear, his breath hot, teasing. "It doesn’t matter how long it’s been. You’re still mine." His grip tightened as he pressed closer, his body flush against mine. "And those men always around you? Get rid of them. Or I will." Eve has never lived a day without looking over her shoulder. Abandoned at birth for being the "lesser" twin. Taken back only when her sister needed a kidney. Betrayed by her fiancé. Forced into marriage in her sister’s place. Now, she belongs to Xander—ruthless, powerful, and broken. A man feared by many, bound to her by a contract neither of them wanted. He is scarred, both inside and out, but somehow, she is the only one who soothes his demons. But what happens when Xander realizes he isn’t the only one watching his wife? And when Eve discovers that, for the first time in her life, someone is willing to burn the world for her?

Quand Tessa débarque à Paris pour commencer son BTS, elle croit emménager chez Paul, le frère tranquille de sa meilleure amie. Mais en ouvrant la porte, c’est un autre visage qui l’attend : Noah Delcourt. Son premier amour. Son premier connard, aussi. Il l’a humiliée à seize ans, jetée pour une blonde parfaite, et elle ne lui a jamais pardonné. Aujourd’hui, le destin les enferme sous le même toit. Lui, héritier d’un empire hôtelier, arrogant, sûr de lui, persuadé qu’elle n’est “pas son genre”. Elle, étudiante fière, déterminée à décrocher son diplôme coûte que coûte, même si ça veut dire supporter son mépris et ses piques quotidiennes. Mais plus les jours passent, plus la frontière entre rancune et désir se brouille. Car vivre avec son ex… c’est vivre avec la tentation. Et parfois, la haine n’est qu’une autre façon d’aimer.

"You may look like her, but you're not her! Somewhere in this face, I will find my ugly fat princess!" He kissed her hungrily. Slap! "What are you doing?" asked Ruby. "Taking what's mine, Ruby Scarlett!" shouted Eric. "Let go. Struggling, she tried to pull herself away from his grasp. Instead, he embraced her tighter into his arms. He roughly pinched her beautiful face and traced her red lips with his rough hand. His eyes looked at her with longing. Tilting her chin closer to his lips he said, "You're my fiancée, you owe me for everything you put me through!" Unable to hold onto his hunger, Eric grabbed her by the hair and kissed her, shoving his tongue into her mouth. "Mmmph," grunted Ruby. "You're mine!" panted Eric. Ruby stared at him with a startled expression. This man hated her, despised her, loathe her. He broke and bent her in every possible way to annul their engagement. Rather than marrying her he went to war. He did it all so he can be his childhood sweetheart Samantha Wild. So, why is he doing this to her?

Book Two In De Niro Series but can be read as stand-alone. "You're mine, Principessa and soon you'll be my queen."He said in a deep hushed voice while his hands roamed on her back like he owned her as his invaded terrotery. "In your dreams, Alessandro. I am no men's doll."She gritted her teeth and tried her best to keep her surging anger at bay. Despite of putting up a brave front,she knew what could cost her if she went against the infamous De Niros. "Yes, you're no men's doll but mine, you're my wife, Aitana and soon you'll love me with every single cell of your body."He kissed on the corner of her lips and pulled away with a smirk as her body yearned for his touch. Aitana Grayson was no stranger to violence and bloodshed as she was the heiress of powerful American Mafia King, Liam Grayson. She was a forbidden fruit ,out of any man's reach. No one expected that she'd be fallen in the arms of Alessandro De Niro who almost gave up on his quest for true love. He despised the marriage which his brother arranged on the name of Truce but eventually found him falling hard for her .

Ava never expected to fall in love with a werewolf, let alone the Alpha of the pack. But when she moves to the small town of Silverwood, she discovers that werewolves aren't just a myth - they're real, and they're dangerous. As she navigates the treacherous world of the pack, Ava finds herself drawn to the Alpha in ways she can't explain. He's powerful, ruthless, and utterly captivating. But as she gets closer to him, she realizes that his world is filled with secrets and darkness that threaten to consume them both. When an ancient enemy threatens the pack, Ava is thrust into a battle for survival that will test her loyalty, her strength, and her love for the Alpha. But as the stakes get higher, she begins to realize that the only way to protect the pack is to embrace the very thing that makes them so dangerous. In a world where nothing is as it seems, Ava must decide whether to trust the Alpha with her heart, or risk everything to save the pack. But as their love is put to the ultimate test, she realizes that the only way to survive is to become one of them. Will Ava be willing to give up everything she's ever known for the love of the Alpha? Or will their love be their downfall in a world where danger lurks around every corner? The only thing that's certain is that in Silverwood, nothing is as it seems, especially when you're in love with the Alpha.

On my birthday, my husband, Adrian Grant, suddenly showed up with my adoptive younger sister, Bella Reed, and her child, Tia Reed. When it was time to head out, he naturally arranged for Bella to sit in the front passenger seat. Then he turned to me and said calmly, "Tia gets carsick easily. The back seat is full of stuff. Since you're healthy, just take the bus." Our friends immediately chimed in, one after another, "You're the older sister. Taking care of your niece is only right." Four cars were heading out, yet not one seat was left for me, the supposed main character of the day. I sat on the bus, swallowing my grievance, and saw Adrian and Bella interacting ambiguously in the group chat. They were even talking about topics I knew nothing about. When I opened the newly sent video, nothing except leftovers remained on the table prepared for me. Adrian even treated the birthday cake I had carefully prepared as dessert, spoon-feeding it to Bella and her daughter. Someone finally couldn’t stand it anymore and asked whether this was appropriate. Adrian, who was carefully wiping Bella’s mouth, didn’t even look up. "We’re all family. Julia won’t be angry." At that point, our seven-year marriage came to its end.