Novel & Cerita Le Corbusier Chair

"Vera, you are accused of conspiring with the Petrov Group to assassinate the family's future Donna, Sylvia. This tribunal is now in session." In the center of the tribunal, a syringe filled with a dark green liquid glinted under the lights. My former fiancé, Rocco, the new Don of the Corleone family, sat on the dais, disgust plain on his face. "Confess. Let everyone see the monster you are behind that mask." Sylvia leaned against his chest, a faint smile on her lips. She thought I would finally break, my reputation in ruins. Shackled to the accused's chair, a smile of faint relief touched my lips. "Rocco, are you sure you want to do this?" "Use that needle, and there's no going back.

Love can be a cruel mistress. That's the lesson Regina learned when she and Richard, the Lycan king of her pack,met. When they met, there was an undeniable spark between them. Regina found herself drawn to Richard's commanding presence and fierce protectiveness. For the lonely Richard, she was the chance at a genuine connection and companionship he had longed for. But before their love could blossom, they faced numerous obstacles and challenges. Their pack got attacked by Charles, a ruthless hybrid who sought to claim Richard's throne for himself. He kidnaps Richard and imprisons his pack in an attempt to seize control. With her love and loyalty tested, Regina embarks on a perilous journ

I never imagined selling myself to a stranger, but desperation changes everything. “My offer is simple,” he said, leaning back in his leather chair, his voice colder than the iced whiskey in his glass. “Help us track down those people you overheard last night and act as bait for a few months” His eyes were steel—sharp, unreadable. I swallowed hard. I was a waitress. He was a billionaire. We lived in different worlds. But my mother was dying, and I needed money fast. “And in return?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “You get two million dollars as well as protection from the criminal organization looking for you,” he said flatly. My hands trembled in my lap. This wasn’t a proposal.

Matthias never expected to be chained to a chair in a filthy dungeon after a night of celebrating a friend's engagement, with the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen threatening to hurt. He certainly never expected to kiss him, touch him, and crave the captor who could end his life. ​Dante De Santis' mission was to find the man responsible for stealing money from the family. He didn't expect to catch the wrong man, a hot billionaire CEO with more muscles than he liked to admit. Matthias pushed Dante's buttons, got under his skin, and made him feel things that were dead to him. He wasn't gay, so why couldn't he stop wanting Matthias' touch, needing his hands all over him, and craving his mere

DARK ROMANCE "Sir, I am in a dire need of loan. Its very important, my friends life is at stake. I assure you I'll try my best to return the loan asap." She breathlessly said it all. Her eyes were filled with hope and expectations. He was her last hope. "Miss Sheharzaad," Shehryaar said, while standing up from his chair causing her to instantly stand up. "Yes sir" she replied, her voice troublesome yet confident. He walked towards the other side of the table and sat on the chair parallel to her. "Keep sitting, please." He said, like a gentleman and she sat down. She tightly held her hands together. A life could be saved by his single yes. "Sir please," she pleaded. "I agre

I never though that falling in love with Anthony Johnson would cause my heart this much pain. We’ve been chosen mates for the last five years! Today on my twenty first birthday at the pack party standing next to me I hear my chosen mate stand. His voice comes out strong. He pushes his chair back staring out into the crowd as a girl comes to view his wolf screams” MATE”. Her wolf replies “MATE” my world shatters and my legs shake and I fall down. My friends quickly rush to my side and my stomach twist and realization hits me. You can never choose in this life and this is my punishment thinking I can choose when I've never had a choice. Why me Moon Goodess what hav

"I, Alpha Zeke of the Bloodcrawl Pack, reject you, Ivy Hale, as my mate." "I, Ivy Hale, do not accept your rejection." She was supposed to cry, plead, beg—but she didn’t. Instead, Ivy smirked, teased, and made it her mission to get under his cold, controlled skin. Zeke is the ultimate Alpha: dominant, unyielding, and impossible to sway. Ivy? Bold, fiery, and stubborn enough to challenge him at every turn. Now, she’s everywhere he doesn’t want her—sparring in his training ground, lounging in his favorite chair, whispering sass that makes his wolf restless. Will Ivy’s audacity be enough to break the unbreakable Alpha? Or will family secrets, deadly pack politics,and a past that

"I’ve thought it through. I'll marry the Ashford family’s comatose heir." Rhea Vaughn leaned against the doorway of the Vaughn family’s old residence, her red lips curving into a sharp, mocking smile. The cigar in Victor Vaughn’s hand nearly slipped and fell onto the priceless Persian carpet. He jerked upright from his leather chair, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes stretching open as his face lit up. "Rhea, you’ve come around? That’s wonderful! The Ashfords have been pressing hard. You’ll need to marry into Harborwyn within two weeks. What style of wedding dress do you like? I will have someone order it for you—" "That’s it?" Rhea let out a cold laugh. "I’m taking your beloved ill

"You have this beauty that captivates men, don’t you? There were plenty of naked women in this room, but the second you walked in, the men lost control. They wanted a piece of you. They wanted to own you." His fingers trail down my jaw, tilting my chin up. "Not knowing you already belong to me." I swallow hard, my breath caught in my throat. He moves away, settling into a chair with ease. He unbuttons his coat, leans back, spreads his legs apart like a king, which I guess he is... And then, his voice turns lethal. "From now on, Ariella Costa, you are mine to use. Mine to play with. Mine to do with as I please." The words hit me like a heart attack. "Your body belongs

Laya’s world is falling apart—haunted by a past she can’t outrun and a future she never chose. When shadows resurface and loyalties are tested, survival might cost her everything.