Mauer Der Toten Easter Egg

Ravyn is about to have a bright future as a new artist that people have been waiting for, but things don't turn out as expected, making her lose everything she deserved. In the twisted world full of supernaturals that she had just experienced, will Ravyn overcome the obstacles that stand in the way of her dreams?

My twin sister died in my arms with his name on her lips. Five years later, I wear red lipstick and heels to seduce the man who murdered her. ~ Five years ago, Anastasia’s world ended in gunfire and ash. Her entire family was slaughtered on her eighteenth birthday, by the man her twin sister loved. Left for dead, Anastasia was saved by a stranger. Broken, enraged, and alone, she was taken in by a woman who taught her how to disappear… and how to kill. Now, she’s Skye, trained to seduce, infiltrate, and destroy. Her mission is simple: get close to Nikolaus Volkov, close enough to break him. But killing him isn’t enough. She wants to make him suffer, to crave her, to need her. And when he’s completely at her mercy… she’ll rip him apart the way he tore her world to pieces. A kiss meant to disarm ignites something deadly, Desire. Obsession. Confusion. Nikolaus is not the cold-blooded monster she expected. He’s worse. And yet, with every stolen glance and kiss, Skye begins to slip. Revenge was the plan. Desire was never part of it. Now, she’s playing a game she might not win. Under Her Skirt: The Last Kiss is a dark, twisted mafia romance of seduction, revenge, and ruin, where every kiss could be a betrayal… and every heartbeat could be your last.

"Who said I hated you?" It took me a moment before I could process what this man just said. "What do you mean you don't? Na-" He grabbed my hand suddenly and looked me in the eyes which caught me off guard. "You keep saying her name that it annoys me to the point that I just want to erase her existence." Is this man seriously telling me that he'll kill the female lead?

On the fourth day after our son died, I decided to end my military marriage. Before that, I spent three days taking care of what remained of him. On the first day, I tricked my wife into signing the cremation papers. On the second day, I went to my son's school and collected the textbooks he never had the chance to use. On the third day, I prepared a table full of his favorite dishes and begged my wife to come home so we could celebrate his birthday one last time. She agreed. Then she turned around, claimed she had a mission, and spent the entire night setting off fireworks with her childhood sweetheart. That night, I sat beside my son's memorial photo and ate alone. The next day, she came home looking guilty and handed me a brand new backpack. She said it was a gift for our son to use at school. She did not know that our child would never live to see his first day of school.

Maristela is an undercover agent for an operation to capture the drug lord named Zircon. Pumasok siya bilang barista sa isang bar na kung tawagin ay Classique. There she met the gorgeous but hot-headed owner, Seig, na parati siyang pinag-iinitan. Isa si Seig sa persons of interest ngunit sa pagdating ng mga araw ay wala siyang nakuhang malakas na ebidensiya mula rito. Then comes, Aquina, ang lalaking nasa listahan ng pinaka-notorious na middle-man mula sa underworld business. He’s an enemy but then she felt something that will definitely make her mission a fail and the truth behind the real enemy’s identity... Zircon is the most ambitious person in the world. Papabagsakin niya ang lahat para makuha lang ang gusto, maging ang tao na siya ang dahilan kung bakit buhay siya- si Maristela. Bit by bit, Zircon will reveal the truth behind the honest undercover agent, at sisiguraduhin niyang susuko si Maristela sa kanya.

Dante Santoro is a ruthless Mafia lord, feared and revered in equal measure. His empire stretches far and wide, and his control is absolute. But behind his cold, commanding exterior lies a man who will stop at nothing to protect what is his. Ethan John, an undercover agent and former doctor, has been assigned to infiltrate Dante's inner circle. Posing as Dante's personal physician, Ethan’s mission is simple: gather intel and bring down the Mafia kingpin before his criminal empire can expand further. But as the weeks pass, Ethan is torn between duty and desire. The cold, calculating mob boss he was sent to destroy begins to pull at his heart in ways he never anticipated. As passion ignites between them, Ethan finds himself in a perilous game of lies, deception, and betrayal. With the government breathing down his neck and Dante's trust tightening like a noose, Ethan must decide where his true loyalties lie, before it’s too late. Can love bloom in the most dangerous of places? Or will the Mafia lord’s grip be too strong to escape?

Après avoir été poussée dans les escaliers par la première amour de mon mari, j'ai fait une fausse couche lors de ma seconde grossesse et je suis morte dans un coin d'escalier de l'hôpital privé du Groupe Thomas. Avant de mourir, mon fils de six ans a supplié son père en larmes de me sauver. La première fois, Andrew a seulement ricané : « Ta mère est devenue maligne, elle utilise son enfant pour faire semblant d'être pitoyable et tromper les autres. » Après ces mots, il a repoussé la main de notre fils et il est parti sans aucune pitié. La deuxième fois, notre fils a dit que je saignais sans arrêt. Andrew, avec un air agacé, a répondu : « Quelle exagération ! Ce n'est qu'une fausse couche, rien de grave. Elle est toujours aussi dramatique ! » Après avoir chassé son fils, il a même ordonné aux médecins de ne laisser personne s'occuper de moi. « C'est de ma faute si je l'ai trop gâtée. Tant qu'elle ne souffre pas un peu, elle ne comprendra pas ses erreurs. » La dernière fois, notre fils s'est agenouillé devant la première amour de son père en la suppliant avec désespoir. Andrew est entré dans une rage folle et a ordonné à ses gardes du corps de jeter notre fils blessé hors de la chambre, en le laissant aux moqueries des autres. « Si tu oses encore déranger le repos d'Émilie, je ferai immédiatement expulser ta mère de la famille des Thomas. Elle ne te reverra plus jamais ! » Mon fils a rampé de toutes ses forces jusqu'à moi, traînant une longue traînée de sang derrière lui. Andrew, cette fois, tu as obtenu ce que tu voulais. Nos corps à mon fils et à moi sont devenus froids, et jamais plus nous ne te reverrons.

When she finds her alpha mate, her world lights up. Only for it to come crashing down again. A long road a head full off family secrets and mystery. Will the bond between mates be strong enough?

Under the Devil’s Eyes In a city ruled by shadows, 22-year-old Nora Faez fights to protect her reckless brother, Elias. But when he steals from the ruthless billionaire and mafia don, Mikhail Romanov, their fragile world shatters. To save Elias, Nora strikes a dangerous deal—her freedom for his life. What begins as punishment spirals into a fiery, forbidden obsession neither can escape. As betrayal seeps through Mikhail’s empire and enemies close in, Nora must choose between her brother’s safety and a love born from power, danger, and desire. Because under the devil’s eyes, every passion has a price—and hers may cost everything.

Ich wurde als Verlobte von Lorenzo, dem Erben der Mafia, auserwählt. Doch auf einer Familien-Gala wurde Lorenzo offen von Chiara, der Tochter eines Waffenhändlers, umworben. Chiara war anders als die übrigen regelkonformen Debütantinnen. Sie jagte in einem modifizierten Sportwagen durch die Straßen, schnitt ihre Zigarren mit einem militärischen Kampfmesser auf und trank den stärksten Whiskey pur. In ihr loderten Wildheit und Ungezähmtheit – ein Feuer, von dem Lorenzo den Blick nicht lösen konnte. Er beschwerte sich bei den Familienältesten: „Wie kann so eine Frau jemals unsere Madre werden und die gesamte Familie führen?“ Seine Worte trieften vor Verachtung gegenüber ihrer Rücksichtslosigkeit, doch seine Augen hingen an ihr, verfolgten jede ihrer Bewegungen, als sie ihr Glas hob. An Lorenzos Geburtstag verkündete er schließlich seine Absicht, Chiara zu seiner Geliebten zu machen. Chiara lehnte ab. „Die Frauen meiner Familie sind Ehefrauen, niemals Geliebte. Und das Herz meines Mannes gehört einzig mir.“ Lorenzo wandte sich an mich, seine Stimme zögerlich. „Alessia, es ist nur ein Titel. Ich brauche dich, um ihn Chiara zu überlassen. Bitte? Sie versteht unsere Traditionen nicht und macht ein Drama daraus, mich zu heiraten. Wir müssen sie nur vorerst beruhigen. Selbst wenn sie mich heiratet, wirst du weiterhin diejenige sein, die die Geschäfte der Familie führt.“ Als ich in meinem Brautkleid vor dem Spiegel stand, bohrte sich ein scharfer Kristall am Mieder in meinen Finger. Ein einziger Tropfen Blut blühte auf dem makellosen weißen Satin. Das Kleid war ruiniert, aber die Hochzeit würde stattfinden. Wenn ich nicht die Frau des Erben sein konnte, würde ich die Frau des Dons werden.