l shaped desks with hutch

Warning: dark romance. His lips trailed from the crook of her neck upward until they reached her lips, and then he took her lips in, taking every bit of it; licking every corner, and every nook. She tasted perfect, as though he had never been with a woman. Rolland snatched her clothes and pulled her closer before moving his mouth to her ears, he rolled his wet tongue over her earlobe, making her moan out. Then he whispered into her ears. “Every part of you is mine, yes?” he growled, making her squirm under him. Breathing hard, Jasmine whispered back with moans; “Yes, Donovan Rolland. Yes!” Jasmine, a dancer, was sent to lure him into her charm, break him, and make him feel love again, but with a warning, to never fall in love with him. However, she did. She fell madly in love with the cold man.

Harmonica Saint is terrified of being unable to make friends. Coupled with her crippling social anxiety, and her fear of moving away from her family to a new place for college, she is afraid she'd have no friends. But surprisingly on the first day, someone wants to be her friend…. It is just that this person is Rhett Lockhart, littered with tattoos and mysterious beyond compare, Harmony has a bad feeling about this friendship. After all, friends don't give other friends hickeys on their necks. Or do they? "So you thought our friendship was over because of that? Funny baby girl, what makes you think I'll let you go….. Just like that?" He said the words so gently as he always spoke, but it was his eyes that gave him away, those pitch-black eyes were raging with all kinds of intense emotion, each promising to swallow her whole.

Dans une ville où le temps semble s’effriter comme la cendre, Naïa, une restauratrice d’œuvres d’art, découvre une légende oubliée : celle d’un amour brisé par la malédiction d’un bijou ancien, une obsidienne aussi noire que la nuit. Au fil de ses recherches, elle croise le chemin de Raven, un homme à la beauté étrange et aux yeux hantés. Il prétend être le dernier descendant d’une lignée maudite. Chaque femme qu’il aime finit par mourir, sa vie aspirée par l’obsidienne. Naïa n’y croit pas… jusqu’à ce qu’elle commence à ressentir d’étranges symptômes : des vertiges, des visions d’un passé qui n’est pas le sien, et une douleur glaciale à chaque fois que Raven s’approche. Leur passion est irrépressible, mais à chaque baiser, elle sent une part d’elle-même s’effacer. Raven tente de fuir, de la repousser, mais Naïa s’accroche. Elle découvre alors que la seule façon de briser la malédiction est de plonger dans les souvenirs d’une époque révolue, où tout a commencé : une ancienne trahison, un amour sacrifié, une vengeance gravée dans la pierre noire. Mais la malédiction a un prix. Pour se libérer, quelqu’un doit disparaître… L’amour peut-il survivre à l’oubli ?

Briana stared at the floor, avoiding her father's penetrating gaze. "Who is the guy that got you pregnant? Answer me!" George asked his daughter grimly. "You never introduced your boyfriend to us, daughter," Rosita, her stepmother, chimed in. Briana dared not look in Jack's direction, fearing that her stepmother's observant eyes might connect the dots. She can't tell them that the guy who got her pregnant was none other than her stepbrother, Jack. "Um, I have a one-night stand with his good-looking guy, whom I met at the party last month. I forgot to take anti pregnancy pills, that's why I got pregnant with his child." Briana told them the lie that she had practiced two weeks ago. George sighed deeply and said, "Alright, can you bring this guy to me? I would like to meet him." Briana blanched, the color draining out of her face.

« Madame Dubois, êtes-vous sûre de vouloir changer votre nom ? Après le changement, tous vos diplômes, documents et passeport devront être mis à jour. » Sophie a hoché la tête : « Oui, j'en suis sûre. » L'employée essayait encore de la convaincre : « C'est assez compliqué de changer de nom à l'âge adulte, et puis votre nom actuel est si joli. Vous ne voulez pas y réfléchir encore un peu ? » « Ce n'est pas nécessaire. » Sophie a signé le formulaire de consentement : « Merci. » « Très bien, donc le nouveau nom que vous avez choisi est... Céleste, c'est bien ça ? » « Oui, c'est ça. » Céleste, comme s'envoler vers le ciel.

A slave. A wolf. A woman. Annalise was all those things, born into the service of a warlock, just as her parents were before her, her choices never fully her own. The full moon was her only freedom, the only night see could leave her masters land and run free through the woods, though it never lasted, the next morning she would have no choice but to return. If she didn’t, he would find her, he always did; the crimson collar around her neck could track her every movement, find her wherever she went. From this life, there would be no escape. But one full moon when she ventured too deep into the woods, everything she knew would change, everything she had been taught would turn into bitter lies. Her life would change so fast, it would leave her mind, and her wolf spinning. An alpha. Destiny. Purpose. These would be the new words that fuelled her existence, and her life would finally become whole, she would find her place, free herself from the tyrant who had bought her. She would be free. Or so she thought...

There are three types of apples that fell into this world. The one that hit my head was the forbidden one. ************ In which an English country girl goes from being a waitress, to being the wife of the richest billionaire in London. “It is simple, all you have to do is get my husband into a hotel room, and you’ll get a hundred thousand pounds” she said looking the innocent girl in the eye, their eyes met and the girl cowered as she looked at the woman, processing what she was saying and how much she was offering. “You want me to seduce your husband?” The girl asked looking at the woman who stood above her head, like a predator threatening her prey. “No, all I want you to do is get him into a hotel room, leave the rest on me” she said looking at the girl who was shocked, her heart racing as she thought of what that woman was asking her to do. “Why would you want a girl to get your husband into a hotel room? And more importantly, why me?” “I need to get a divorce, and you need to stay away from my son. See, it’s a win, win, darling”

The day before her wedding, Nora Gibson discovered that her fiancé had impregnated her sister, causing her immense pain. To escape from her harsh reality, Nora ended up at a club where she met Merrick Wilkinson, a wealthy and strikingly handsome multi-billionaire with a terrible personality. Despite his flaws, they had a one-night stand that created a bond between them that would last a lifetime.

An accidental meeting between Faye Marielle and the CEO of GLW Company brought a hot scandal to the woman who works as a model. The two were caught on paparazzi cameras making out in front of the hotel room, and caused a scandal between the CEO and the rising model. Faye received a claim for compensation from the party who collaborated with the woman, because she thought Faye had leaked information about their work to the GLW Company. Alard, who also needed an alibi to stop his grandfather's attempts to find a wife for Alard, finally offered a deal to Faye. “We have to pretend we are a couple,” said Alard Gem Lodewijk. "How to?" she asked. “Married,” Alard answered. The man promised to help Faye pay the penalty fee for violating the cooperation contract, as long as the beautiful woman is also willing to help Alard regardless of her grandfather's demands.

Kaitlyn Reynolds is a year out of college and fighting to become a journalist when she gets the biggest break of her young life: the shot at a cover story in Rolling Stone magazine. But there’s a catch. She’ll be covering the hottest bad-boy in rock, Derek Kane, whom Kaitlyn met when she was a freshman in college and he was a struggling unknown. It was passionate two-week affair: tumultuous, sensual, exhilarating... ...and it ended very, very badly. Now Kaitlyn has to decide whether she can face the pain of the past, her fear of the future – and the man who might just have been the One.