J J Rousseau

My sister Isolde and I used to be human. The twin vampire princes, Caelum and Dorian, turned us and married us. The entire vampire world celebrated. Two human sisters, personally turned by the Crown Princes? It was the highest honor a mortal could receive. We believed we were loved. We were fools. Five months into my pregnancy, I was attacked by a group of exiled vampires in the forest beyond our territory. I called Caelum nine times. He didn’t pick up. The exiles circled me, cutting into my arms and legs with blades that burned. Pain tore through my body. I called a tenth time. This time, Caelum’s cold voice came through: “Haven’t you had enough? Vivienne is being tracked by hunters. Stop bothering me.” Vivienne was the human girl that both princes truly loved. The one who had refused to be turned. With nothing to stop them now, the exiles closed in. Their leader drove a blade into my stomach. I watched the light leave my body from the inside out, and felt my unborn child die. When I was close to death, my sister Isolde found me and fought the exiles off. But there were too many. Isolde was badly wounded. She called her husband Dorian for help. All she got was: “Looking for Vivienne. Don’t bother me.” Isolde carried me and ran. A storm hit and we were caught in the open at dawn—deadly for wounded vampires. The border patrol found us just in time. We barely survived. When I woke up in the infirmary, my first thought was simple: Sever the bond.

One of Ethan Sterling's closest friends got drunk and humiliated me. Called me a nobody orphan who married above her station, said I'd never be accepted by the Sterlings, that I wasn't fit to sit at their table. Ethan smashed a bottle over the man's head. He announced in front of everyone that if anyone ever disrespected me again, he'd make them pay. When I was pregnant and the morning sickness was so brutal I couldn't keep anything down, he went and scheduled a vasectomy. He didn't want me to suffer through another pregnancy. This was a man who loved me like I was his whole world. And yet — when I was lying on the operating table about to give birth, he was standing right in front of me with his arms around Iris, putting on a show for anyone watching. Iris was the daughter of another old-money family and she'd donated bone marrow to save Ethan's mother's life. The night before her own engagement, her fiance betrayed her, and the trauma wiped her memory clean. Now the only thing she knew for certain was that Ethan Sterling was her husband. In her world, I was the homewrecker — the scheming woman using the bastard in her belly to force her husband into a divorce. Ethan promised me it was all an act. Just repaying the debt for his mother's life. Once Iris recovered, he'd walk away from her immediately. But when I picked up the surgical consent form for him to sign, and his first instinct was to pull Iris behind him — to shield her — I knew. His heart had already drifted off course. The fairy tale of a Cinderella marrying into high society was over. Time to wake up.

Para salvar os três homens mais importantes da minha vida, fiz um acordo com a Deusa da Lua. Trocar minha vida pela deles. Se eu pudesse fazer qualquer um deles me amar de verdade em cinco anos, eu teria o direito de viver. Mas no último dia da contagem regressiva, todos os três ainda tinham sentimentos negativos por mim. De acordo com as regras, eu havia falhado. Minha vida estava prestes a ser apagada. — Deusa da Lua, eu poderia enviar uma última mensagem? Uma tentativa final? Talvez por pena, ela me concedeu esta última chance. Esta mensagem era meu tiro final. Eu apertei o botão de voz em nosso bate-papo em grupo, lutando para manter minha voz firme. — Vocês poderiam me amar só um pouquinho? Eu realmente vou morrer. Após um momento de silêncio, veio o riso impiedoso deles. — Você fará qualquer coisa para competir com Lidia por atenção, não fará? — Pare com as mentiras. Isso só faz com que te odiemos mais. — Se você está tão desesperada para morrer, então faça isso de uma vez. Missão falhada. Eu lhes dei exatamente o que queriam. Mas quando eu estava prestes a morrer, todos eles surtaram.

Ma sœur Aurora et moi sommes liées aux jumeaux Alpha. À mes cinq mois de grossesse, je suis attaquée par un groupe de renégats. Je contacte mon compagnon Alpha Alexander par lien mental pour avoir son aide. Mais il m'ignore neuf fois. Les renégats m'entourent et me mordent aux bras et aux jambes. Mon sang gicle à chacune de leurs attaques. La douleur transperce mon corps. Je réussis à lier mon compagnon pour la dixième fois, en pleurant de manière désespérée. Cette fois, sa voix froide résonne dans ma tête : « Tu n'as pas marre de faire de la comédie ? Ma sœur Vicky a été enlevée, alors ne m'embête plus. » Vicky est la demi-sœur d'Alexander et Éthan, elle est celle qu'ils aiment réellement. Maintenant que plus rien ne les freinent, les renégats se jettent sur moi. L'un d'entre eux ouvre mon estomac avec ses griffes, pour que je les regarde déchiqueter mon enfant pas encore né avec horreur. Quand je suis presque morte, Aurora me trouve et se bat contre les renégats. Mais ils sont trop nombreux. En peu de temps, Aurora se retrouve ensanglantée et blessée à côté de moi. Elle lie son compagnon Éthan par lien mental, mais ce qu'elle reçoit comme réponse est : « Je cherche Vicky. Ne me dérange pas. » Aurora n'a pas d'autre choix que de se transformer pour me prendre sur le dos de sa louve. Elle descend rapidement de la montagne, mais un glissement de terrain provoqué par le temps orageux nous piège. Heureusement, la patrouille des frontière nous trouve. Aurora et moi réussissons à survivre. Quand je me réveille à la clinique de la meute, la première idée qui me traverse l'esprit est simple : mettre fin à mon lien de compagnons.

A week before our marking ceremony, I told Ethan Stormwind I wanted to break up at his friend's party. Everyone laughed. They all knew that for the past six years, my life's goal had been to become his marked Luna. With only a week left until the ceremony, how could I possibly want to break up? Even Ethan thought I was being unreasonable. "Just because I need to take Selene to the healer for her follow-up on our ceremony day, you're throwing a tantrum about breaking up?" "We're both adults. Can you act more mature? You could just reschedule the ceremony. Why do you insist on that specific day? I don't have time for your jealous games." I nodded silently. Yes, something needed to be changed. But it wasn't the ceremony date. It was him. I was going to accept someone else's mark instead.

"Mrs. Sterling, are you sure you're ready to end this marriage of twenty years and give up the custody?" "Yes. File it. I’m done." I said calmly through the phone as I scrubbed at a stubborn grease stain on the granite island. For twenty years, I poured my entire being into this family. I managed the households, handled the children's education , and stood by my husband's side, supporting his rise in the syndicate without complaint. But my husband Alexander brought his young adopted sister Chloe to the interview, saying, "My success today is all thanks to my adopted sister." Even my own children looked down on me, calling me common and crude housewife. They had formed an alliance with his ever-present "auntie," the woman who seemed to think she was the true lady of the house. I signed the divorce papers and walked away, leaving them to become the "perfect family" they clearly wanted. But that when the family panicked…

Warning sewarning-warningnya! Khusus 21+ "Jangan terlalu keras. Kalau kau memegangnya seperti itu, pria mana pun tak akan bisa menikmatinya." "Ma‐maaf, Dok..." Ariella Anata tidak punya pilihan. Label "penulis hambar" dari editornya adalah vonis mati bagi kariernya. Demi riset nyata menulis novel dewasa, ia nekat menyelinap ke seminar eksklusif dr. Nathan Xander, seorang seksolog dingin yang hanya melayani pasangan suami-istri. Pertemuan itu seharusnya hanya soal teori, namun Ariel melangkah terlalu jauh. Sebuah tindakan nekat untuk membuktikan keberaniannya justru menjeratnya dalam permainan kucing-kucingan yang berbahaya. Kini, sang dokter bukan lagi sekadar narasumber. Ia adalah subjek riset hidup yang siap mengajari Ariel bahwa beberapa sensasi tidak bisa ditemukan dalam buku, melainkan melalui sentuhan yang melanggar batas etika.

My sister Aurora and I mated to Alpha twins. Five months into my pregnancy, I was attacked by a group of rogue wolves. I reached my Alpha mate Alexander for help through mind-link. But he ignored me for nine times. The rogues circled me, biting at my arms and legs, drawing blood with each attack. Pain ripped through my body. With one last desperate cry, I reached out through our bond a tenth time. This time, Alexander's cold voice cut through my mind: "Have you acted enough? My sister Vicky has been kidnapped. Don't bother me anymore." Victoria was Alexander and Ethan’s stepsister, the one that they truly loved. With nothing to stop them now, the rogue wolves pounced on me. One tore open my stomach with his fangs, and I watched in horror as they ripped my unborn child to pieces. When I was almost died, Aurora found me and fought against the rogues. But there were too many. Soon Aurora was bitten and bleeding heavily beside me. She mind-linked her mate Ethan for help, but all she received was: "I'm looking for Vicky. Don't bother me." Aurora had no choice but to shift and drag me onto her wolf's back. She raced down the mountain, but a sudden thunderstorm caused a mudslide, trapping us. Fortunately, the border patrol guards found us, and both Aurora and I barely survived. When I woke up in the pack hospital, my first thought was simple: sever the mate bond.

Je m'appelle Kyra toto. Je vis à Paris j'ai 27 ans. Après avoir eu mes diplômes en communication j'ai décidé de rentrer à Abidjan pour apporter un plus à mon pays. Si on me réveillais il y'a peu pour me dire ce que j'ai vécu j'y n'y croirais pas. L'amour vrai ça existe. Je vais vous raconter mon histoire intitulé "coup de foudre".

La vie, une question de choix. C'est ce que j'ai toujours fait et j'en ai d'ailleurs fait ma devise, devise à laquelle je tiens fortement. Aimer une fille ? Pas question ! Encore moins quand elle est grosse. C'est ce que j'aurais dit il y a quelques années avant de rencontrer Ashley. Mais pour pourquoi ? Pourquoi moi ? Et dire que j'ai failli ...