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Ava Carter n’a qu’un seul objectif : survivre au lycée sans perdre sa bourse. Orpheline et travaillant à plusieurs emplois pour payer ses études, elle a l’habitude de tout gérer seule… jusqu’à ce que le garçon le plus riche de l’école, Ethan, entre dans sa vie. Il est intouchable, mystérieux, et on dit qu’il obtient toujours ce qu’il veut. Et maintenant, il la veut… mais pas par amour. Il lui propose un marché qu’elle ne peut pas refuser : prétendre être sa petite amie pendant un an, et il paiera ses frais de scolarité. Pas de contact. Pas de sentiments. Juste un contrat. Mais le cœur ne suit pas les règles. Et prétendre aimer Ethan pourrait coûter à Ava bien plus que sa fierté. Pourra-t-elle survivre à une année de faux sourires, de secrets murmurés et d’un garçon qui refuse de la laisser partir ? Ou son cœur la trahira-t-il avant la fin du contrat ?

One drunken mistake, one signed contract. And now, Noelle has to spend one year in the billionaire’s bed. Noelle's world comes crumbling when she walks into her boyfriend of three years fucking her best friend. Betrayed by her ex and suffocated by her parents’ demands, she takes her mother's advice , a blind date with a match she found on a dating app. Noelle walked into a bar looking for revenge, what she found instead was Damian Blackwood: sin in a tailored suit, the man every tabloid loved to hate. A night of whiskey and bad decisions ended with neon lights, a priest’s collar, and a marriage certificate she doesn’t remember signing. Now, she’s Mrs. Blackwood,and the billionaire isn’t letting her walk away. Damian offers her everything she thought she wanted: freedom from her family, payback against her ex, and more money than she’s ever dreamed of. But in exchange, he wants a polished wife on his arm,and a submissive partner in his bed. Noelle thought she was making a deal. Instead, she signed herself into his world of power, pleasure, and rules she never knew existed. And the fine print? It might ruin her, or awaken a desire she can’t escape.

Isis, une jeune bibliothécaire solitaire, mène une existence paisible jusqu’au soir où elle croise le regard de Raven, un vampire ancien et impitoyable, qui l’épargne contre toute logique. Fasciné par son odeur, troublé par sa lumière, Raven la suit, l’observe… puis l’approche. Entre eux, l’attirance est immédiate, brutale. Lui, habitué à dominer, découvre chez Isis une douceur rebelle qui l’ébranle. Elle, d’abord terrifiée, se laisse peu à peu consumer par le magnétisme noir de l’immortel. Mais leur union va à l’encontre des lois vampiriques. Chaque baiser volé, chaque morsure consentie les pousse vers une frontière dangereuse où le désir se mêle à la soif, où l’amour se confond avec la perdition. Jusqu’où ira-t-elle pour l’aimer ? Jusqu’où renoncera-t-il à sa nature pour ne pas la détruire ? Leur passion pourrait tout brûler… ou les sauver.

Zoé Marchand, ancienne journaliste reconvertie en traductrice free-lance, emménage dans la résidence privée Les Ormes le jour même où son ex-mari vient lui présenter sa remplaçante. L'humiliation est publique. La soirée ne peut qu'aller mieux. Elle a tort. À minuit, elle entend un grognement au-dessus d'elle. Animal. Pas humain. Et son voisin du dessus Damien Reyer, taiseux, yeux ambre, qui sent l'orage et le bois de cèdre est sur son palier en sang avec des blessures qui cicatrisent sous ses yeux. Ce serait le moment de fermer sa porte et d'oublier ce qu'elle a vu. Zoé Marchand n'a jamais su faire ça. Ce qui suit est l'histoire d'une femme qui pose trop de questions, d'un loup qui en a une de trop à dissimuler, et d'une résidence de banlieue parisienne où les apéros du jeudi ne sont pas du tout ce qu'ils prétendent être.

Isang kasal na nakatali sa papel. Isang kasunduan na may hangganan. At isang gabi na hindi dapat nangyari. Pitong taon na si Vaiana bilang secretary ni Kyro, at sa loob ng tatlong taon, si Vaiana ay naging anino ni Kyro de Vera—sekretarya sa umaga, asawa sa papel sa gabi. Alam niya ang lahat ng ugali nito, mula sa paboritong kulay ng suit hanggang sa mga lihim na hindi nito kailanman inamin. Pero isang gabing hindi niya matandaan ang tuluyang gumulo sa lahat. Nang magising siya sa tabi ng lalaking hindi dapat kanya, ramdam niya ang pait ng katotohanan—siya lang ang nagseryoso sa kasal na ito. Pero nang muli siyang harapin ni Kyro, may isang bagay itong sinabi na nagpayanig sa kanya: "Vaiana, ang babaeng kasama ko kagabi… ikaw ‘yon." Sa isang kasunduang dapat ay walang damdamin, paano kung hindi na niya kayang itanggi ang sakit? At paano kung si Kyro mismo ang magsimulang magtanong—sino nga ba ang tunay niyang babae?

“Trouble... Trouble is my middle name “gabby smiled “now keeping me out of trouble is your problem husband “she said cheekily and winked at sin”Now kiss me like you mean it” What would you do if you found out that your life is filled with lies , secret, and deceit.around every bend someone is trying to use you to suit their needs . There is no one you can trust because everyone around you has their own hidden agendas and your only a mere pawn in their sick and twisted games. When Gabriella Santiago ‘s world comes crashing down around her . She is fired for being is the only person in the town. To be brace enough to go after the True identity of the notorious cities crime boss. The crime boss known on the streets as “The Surgeon.” she gets over her head in her quest to find out the only thing that matters in her life “ the truth”. Gabriella finds out this is not just some Her ordinary story it becomes personal. when the surgeon tries at anything to silence Gabriella at any costs.When Everyone close to Gabriella is a suspect. She doesn't know who to trust or believe. Will she find out who the surgeon true identity is or will she become one of his/ hers next victim. You have to read to find out what happens.

Today, I am going to marry the man I love, Damon Mark Olson. We didn’t have it easy. I am the veritable Cinderella and he was my handsome prince. People frowned on our relationship. Even his mother never failed to show her dislike for me at every opportunity. But Damon fought hard for me. At the church, I heard the first notes of Pachelbel's Canon in D and started my bridal walk. Damon looked dapper in his suit but he looked distracted, and his hair looked kind of mussed. Tenderness swept over me. When I reached his side, he took my hand. An electric current coursed through our connected skin. Damon looked startled, and I almost laughed, The priest gave us his blessings. And to Damon, he said, “You may now kiss your bride.” I held my breath as Damon very gently lifted my veil. Our eyes connected, and I saw a swirling mass of emotions in his gaze before his head dipped and gave me a kiss that jarred me. He kissed expertly, too expertly, that my eyes flew to his face. And that was when realization sank in. I was not kissing Damon Mark Olson. I was kissing someone who looked exactly like him.

Giselle He was sin dressed in Armani. The kind of man mothers warn you about and daughters dream about anyway. The moment his eyes hooked mine, I knew I was damned. Sexy, lethal, a wolf in a tailored suit—Nicholas was temptation wrapped in cruelty. Every instinct screamed run, but desire chained my feet to the fire. Our chemistry didn’t just spark—it detonated, burning through reason until I was his. But love with the devil always comes with a price. And when Nicholas shattered me, he didn’t just break my heart—he fed it to his enemies. Turns out I was never his queen. Just another pawn bleeding on his chessboard. Nicholas She was the one thing this cursed world couldn’t give me—an angel. The moment she looked at me, I claimed her. Fragile, pure, the soft to my savage. She was light, and I was hell, and somehow we collided. But angels can lie too. With her betrayal, she cracked my armor wide open. I raged, I burned, and then—she was stolen from me. Now my veins pump vengeance. My enemies will choke on their own screams for daring to touch what’s mine. Let heaven tremble and hell prepare—because I will scorch this world until my angel is back in my arms.

Synopsis Emily, a 22 years old girl who has just graduated from the university. Scared and anxious about what the future might hold for her. She was devastated after applying for several jobs but all to no avail. She accidentally bumps into Liam the C.E.O of one of the fast raising enterprises in New York and one of the most eligible bachelors in town at the elevator on her way to an interview for her dream job. Liam with his alluring, charming and seductive look dressed in his sophisticated tuxedo suit offered Emily a job in his company as his personal secretary. Emily was thrilled and accepted the offer but her life changed after her boss who is a chronic womaniser got her drunk on a first date. Emily awoke the next day to see that she had lost her virginity to her boss. Liam had his pleasure and left her at the hotel. Emily was speechless, how could she resume working with him after the incident? Few months later, after missing her period she discovered she was pregnant. She summoned the courage to talk to Liam about it. Liam's reaction was the end of Emily. He abandoned and rejected her, leaving her to face the situation alone. Emily is faced with keeping the baby or going for an abortion? Will she be able to survive the aftermath of this affair?

I've been married to my Mafia Boss husband for 15 years. When we first got married, he couldn't even afford a ring, but I didn't care; I loved him. I hid my identity. I secretly used my family's influence to help him build his empire from scratch, and I even bore him two children. His adopted sister always mocked me, calling me an old-fashioned housewife and saying I wasn't good enough for him. To avoid embarrassing him, I always endured it. Until our 15th anniversary, because both me and his adopted sister wore red dresses, he told me to stay in the kitchen: "Sofia's right. That red doesn't suit you. Don't come out until the banquet actually ends. Stay in the kitchen. I don't need the Dons from New York seeing you and getting the wrong impression." I was completely heartbroken and didn't argue anymore. I dialed a number I hadn't made in 15 years: "Principessa?" "It's me," I said, my voice steady. "Tell those old fossils on the Council... Isabella Corleone is coming home."