Meera Rai Chauhan

My sister had struggled with depression since childhood. The doctor warned that she could not tolerate any kind of stimulation. As a result, my entire life fell silent. To avoid upsetting her, I never dared to laugh at home. I never dared to cry. When I got hurt, I did not even have the right to say it hurt. My parents would hug me with apologetic expressions and say, "You're the good one. Your sister's illness requires the whole family to work together. You're healthy. You're strong. Let her have more, okay?" One day, I accidentally knocked over a cup. The crash sounded enormous in the quiet room, and my sister's emotions shattered at once. My father struck me for the first time. He roared, "Can't you be careful? Do you have to push her until she dies before you're satisfied?" He shoved me to the floor. The back of my head slammed against the corner of the table, and blood poured out. But my whole family rushed to my screaming sister. No one even glanced at me. I lay on the cold floor as my vision blurred and my consciousness began to fade. To them, my sister's feelings were the only emergency. My small injury could wait. They did not know that bleeding inside the skull does not wait.

If you live in a world with special trait exist would you be the bad or the good one? Iris lives in a world where everything is not fair. When your district is poor your trait is not that good. Until one day, she was invited to enter the Iliaden Traits Academy. She then realized that their world must be changed. But her ambitions were stopped the moment someone stole the traits stone. The cold girl from district five then affiliated herself with a man who can catch the culprit and change the world.

At three in the morning, I was urgently called to an underground hospital in Verdanza to operate on the mafia Don's only son. But the man lying on the bed was my husband, the same man who had sworn before leaving that he was going on a business trip, promised he would drink less, and told me not to worry. Outside the operating room, a young woman clutched my sleeve and nearly broke down in tears. "Doctor, please save my fiancé! He got shot while protecting me. We can pay anything!" A well-dressed middle-aged woman quickly pulled her back. "Sylvia, calm down! Think about the baby." At that moment, I came to a horrifying realization. The man I had supported for ten years with my scalpel, the man I believed was bankrupt and drowning in debt… He was actually the heir to the biggest mafia family in Verdanza. And now, he had put himself in the ICU to protect another woman. I felt as though my heart had been ripped open. In our years together, we had once had a child. Back then, he had convinced me to terminate the pregnancy with the excuse that we were buried in debt and couldn't afford a baby. Yet now, another woman was carrying his child, surrounded by his family's protection and cherished like a priceless treasure. If that was how it was going to be, fine. After this surgery, everything Luca Colleone and I had together would be over. Ten years of history, wiped clean.

Camila was born a slave, and for that, she wasn't entitled to a last name. She and her mother, a prisoner of war, served diligently in the house of a Jorvikian General, who took pity on them and gave them a home. Life was relatively smooth until Camila became an unwitting pawn in a plot to ruin the life of Ronan, the first son of the Morosov household. On the morning of Ronan's wedding day, Camila woke up in his bed, clueless about what had transpired. This incident sent their lives spiralling into sorrow and pain. Ronan lost the woman he loved and wanted to marry, while Camila and her mother were branded as enemies and social climbers. Life became unbearable for the young slave, and things worsened when she discovered that the incident had resulted in a pregnancy. Fearing for her child's and her mother's safety in a harsh world, Camila was surprised when the Morosovs showed some humanity. They allowed her to keep the baby on the condition that she would raise the child as a nanny. This option was better than being thrown out on the streets to fend for herself and her baby. Nearly two years later, Ronan returned, having stayed away. When he realised what had happened, he decided to take Camila and his daughter to live with him. Although Camila was to live as his maid and their daughter's nanny, the question remained: would the bond they shared ignite an unknown spark between them? Would Ronan forsake his ambitions and allow himself to fall for a woman he was trained not to love?

Elle a épousé Lucas Vale par amour. Il l’a épousée par vengeance. Pendant trois ans, Ariana Vale a vécu dans un mariage glacé, prisonnière d’un penthouse luxueux où le silence faisait plus mal que les mots. Accusée d’une trahison qu’elle n’a jamais commise, elle a supporté l’indifférence, les humiliations discrètes et le mépris d’un mari déterminé à la punir sans jamais chercher la vérité. Mais même les femmes les plus patientes finissent par se briser. Lorsqu’Ariana découvre enfin la manipulation qui a détruit sa vie, elle demande le divorce. Lucas refuse. Son orgueil ne lui permet pas d’admettre qu’il s’est trompé. Il pense encore la contrôler. Il a tort. Car Sebastian Vale est de retour. Plus âgé. Plus puissant. Plus dangereux. Le véritable cerveau derrière l’empire familial. Là où Lucas voyait une coupable, Sebastian voit une femme brisée par l’injustice. Une femme forte. Une femme qu’il commence à désirer. Tomber amoureuse du frère de son mari était impensable. Mais dans un monde où le pouvoir décide de tout, l’amour devient une arme. Divorcer pourrait la détruire. Rester l’étouffe. Aimer le mauvais frère pourrait déclencher une guerre. Cette fois, Ariana ne sera plus le sacrifice silencieux de personne. Et elle ne sera plus jamais à lui.

Durante la media noche, mi esposo comenzó a hablar mientras dormía. —Mi pequeño tesoro, papi te llevará a ti y a mami a la nueva casa mañana. Sin embargo, nosotros estamos usando protección. ¿De dónde demonios había salido un niño? Entonces desbloqueé su teléfono. Vi las transferencias de dinero enviadas a otra mujer, todos eran gastos en cosas malditamente lujosas y una casa. En los álbumes de su galería había fotos de ella en un diminuto traje de stripper, y se mostraba un pequeño bulto en su vientre. La última fue un ultrasonido. Parecía que estaba de cuatro meses. No dije nada. Solo guardé las pruebas. Ellos estaban a punto de descubrir el precio de traicionar a una princesa de la mafia.

A romantic confrontation between two queers arranged in a marriage they didn’t want. Donatella and Pietro both came from families known in the fashion industry, and being queer is a tough challenge because of their parents’ expectations on them. After their successful wedding, Donatella and Pietro created an agreement, but how can they succeed when one starts to show concern and one starts to feel affection even they know to themselves that they are both not into one another. Two queer strangers that will develop confusion, but falling in love is the only solution?

« Se pourrait-il que tu ne saches vraiment pas… que tu ne voies pas… à quel point tu es incroyablement, absolument magnifique ? » Sara se remua, mal à l’aise. « Pourrions-nous revenir à la discussion sur les couleurs de ton salon… ? » « Voyons voir. » Simon choisit d’ignorer son changement de sujet et la regarda d’un air pensif. « Tes cheveux sont couleur nuit – noirs avec des reflets bleutés – et tes yeux… oh mon Dieu ! Je pourrais parler de tes yeux toute la nuit ! Ils ont une couleur si belle. Tellement… » « Simon… » « Je pourrais m’y noyer avec bonheur », poursuivit-il sans ménagement. « Et ta peau est aussi pâle et parfaite que l’albâtre. » « Et ta bouche ! » Sa voix se fit plus grave et plus rauque. « Veux-tu que je te dise ce que j'ai imaginé que ces lèvres douces, sensuelles et boudeuses me faisaient ces deux derniers jours ? » __________ Après sa relation désastreuse qui s'est terminée par une fausse couche terrible, Sara McCall a décidé de se tenir à l'écart de toute relation… Jusqu'à ce que Simon Hamilton réapparaisse, et il est exactement le genre d'homme qu'elle devrait éviter. Mais lorsque Simon engage Sara pour décorer son penthouse, c'est une opportunité trop alléchante pour la refuser… et une opportunité qui fait voler en éclats la résolution de Sara de rester à jamais loin de sa chambre !

Aurora I am the princess in the tower, the Alpha's daughter. Locked away by my father, Oliver Crane. My mother died when I was a child. Today is my eighteen birthday. My father has a party planned. This party isn't about me. It's about my father's power, wealth, and will include guests from our rival pack, the Hawthornes. Little did I know this was my wedding day, I was marrying a monster, and I would find my saving grace, my Mate, on the run. SawyerI'm the second son: the beta, the nobody of the Hawthorne family pack. I've lied, cheated, killed, and now stolen. I've been Aurora Crane's shadow for years. She is beautiful, innocent, and I'm in love with her. For her birthday, she has no idea what is in store. Her father has sold her to mine. She's marrying my brother. He's evil and cruel. But no one cares how he breaks women because he's the next Alpha. He will destroy her. I can't let that happen, no matter what the Alpha commands.*Warning & Triggers* Mature Themes including Detailed Sexual Content, Violence, and Attempted Sexual Assault

Après ma renaissance, j'ai décidé de ne plus m'accrocher à Jérémie, mon ami d'enfance. Lors de sa fête d'anniversaire, un panneau « Interdit aux chiens et à Nancy » était planté. Je suis partie donc à Hawaï, le plus loin possible de lui. Il a déclaré que mon odeur dans sa maison le dégoûtait ? J'ai déménagé sans protester. Il a exigé qu'après le diplôme, je ne partageais plus l'air de sa ville ? J'ai plié bagage pour ne jamais revenir. Puis il a affirmé que ma simple existence perturbait son premier amour, j'ai acquiescé... et ai officialisé peu après une relation avec un autre. À chaque fois, j'ai fait le contraire de mes choix passés. Parce que dans ma vie antérieure, après avoir enfin épousé Jérémie, son premier amour s'est suicidée en sautant d'une falaise. Il m'avait accusée de meurtre, m'avait torturée, m'avait brisée... avant de me jeter aux requins. Cette fois, je voulais juste survivre. Plus tard, alors que je tenais la main de mon nouveau compagnon, Jérémie nous a barré la route, les yeux injectés de sang : « Nancy... Suis-moi maintenant, et je pardonnerai cette mauvaise blague. »