Nightmare Sans

Deux inconnus dans un ascenseur en panne, entre deux étages d'un hôtel anonyme. Lui, les mains encore marquées par un récent accident. Elle, les lèvres teintées du rouge à lèvres qu'elle vient d'effacer nerveusement. Pas de noms. Pas d'histoires. Seulement l'espace exigu qui rétrécit à chaque expiration. L'électricité statique qui fait crépiter la laine. Un regard accroché à un poignet, une veine qui bat sous la peau fine. La chaleur devient palpable, suffocante. La première parole est un juron étouffé. Le premier contact n'est pas une main, mais un souffle contre une tempe. L'étreinte qui suit est une affaire de survie, une tentative désespérée de prouver qu'ils sont encore vivants face à l'étreinte de fer qui les emprisonne. C'est brutal, urgent, sans fioriture. Le cuir de sa ceinture laisse une marque sur sa hanche. L'agrafe de son collier lui griffe la nuque. Dans l'obscurité intermittente des lampes de secours, ils se dévorent. Chaque baiser est une question sans réponse, chaque morsure une ponctuation. Ils extirpent l'un de l'autre des gémissements qu'ils ne se connaissaient pas, des peurs qu'ils n'avouaient pas. Ils sont à la fois le remède et le poison, l'oxygène et la privation. Quand les lumières se rallument et que l'ascenseur repart avec un grondement sourd, ils se séparent comme on se scarifie. Aucune promesse. Juste l'odeur de l'autre sur la peau, indélébile. Elle sort à son étage, il descend au rez-de-chaussée. Leurs vies respectives les attendent, inchangées en apparence. Mais quelque chose a cédé. Quelque chose a brûlé. Et chacun, dans son silence, porte désormais la mémoire brûlante de cette chute libre partagée, de cet instant parfaitement égoïste et absolu où ils n'ont été que chair, pulsion et vérité crue.

Trois mois avant notre mariage, mon petit ami a publié sur Instagram un certificat de mariage, à lui et à ma sœur adoptive, ainsi qu'une photo de grossesse de cette dernière. La légende disait : « Nous avons légalement accueilli notre enfant. » Ma sœur adoptive a commenté avec un émoji timide. Ma mère a aimé la publication et elle a écrit : « Quand le bébé naîtra, je vous aiderai à le garder. Vivez votre vie de couple sans souci. » Je ne pouvais pas m'empêcher de commenter un point d'interrogation. La seconde d'après, les reproches de mon petit ami se sont abattus sur moi comme une tempête. Il a dit : « Elle t'a juste emprunté mon temps pour un an, le temps qu'elle accouche. Ensuite, elle me rendra à toi. »

Delilah couldn't remember the last time she has ever returned to any place as her home or ever belonged to. Being trapped in a basement where nothing but darkness was her sole companion. For five years she had lived in that basement under the eyes of the lustful human scavengers. Until one fateful night, she managed to escape. But where would she go now? She had no one and nowhere to go. Escaping wasn't easy but preventing getting caught was the real challenge. How long would she be able to protect herself? Damien was everyone's nightmare with those deep charcoal eyes and even darker hair. However, despite the darkness, he was that angel for her she always hoped to find. But will the darkness ever let her see the brightest of days she has ever seen before?

Three brothers. One girl. A bond that should never exist. Isabella Leigh’s dream of a destined mate turns into a nightmare when she finds her mate, Alpha Cain cheating with her best friend. Heartbroken, she rejects him and escapes to a new pack only to be slammed with a second-chance mate bond. She isn’t just fated to one Alpha son she’s bound to all three, her stepbrothers. Darcy, Trenton and Oliver. Three very different men, one forbidden connection. But fate isn’t kind. Her past returns with vengeance, dark magic, and a mate who refuses to let her go. As war brews, Isabella must decide: obey fate and lose herself, or rewrite the stars. Tagline: "If loving them is wrong, then let the whole world burn."

Trahie par son petit ami, la jeune artiste Amelia est vendue pour deux millions de dollars au redoutable parrain de la mafia, Lucien Lorenzo. Mais le chaos ne fait que commencer. Entre le choc de la mort de sa mère et l'échec d'une fécondation in vitro clandestine, Amelia découvre qu'elle porte l'enfant du pire ennemi de son mari. Un autre coup monté, peut-être ? Tandis que son petit ami et sa meilleure amie la traquent sans relâche, Amelia est contrainte de mener une double vie périlleuse. Lucien est-il le monstre qui a assassiné son père, ou le seul homme capable de la sauver ? Et que se passera-t-il lorsqu'elle réalisera qu'un meurtrier est sur le point d'engendrer son enfant ?

Tuesday Miller is a nursing student. She is a girl living her normal life while admiring her crush from a far. As a normal thing, Tuesday always dreams to be with the guy she love. But she know what impossible is and she already accepted it, not until the night of her 21st birthday came. An unexpected thing happened. Her friend announced that she is the new fiancee of his brother, One Mackenzie. In that night, her life suddenly flipped. Her dream was granted, but will her dream turns into the nightmare she don't want to happen? Will that fulfilled dream become perfect when it all just happened cause of lies? Is Tuesday can risk everything she have just so she can live that dream she want?

It's been four years since Autumn hart running away from her dark and gloomy past. She have been moving from country to country from past four years, living with a fake identity as Jeannie fort. She was trying hard to forget about her past and trying to move on in her life. She has been living in Dallas for four months and made some friends and got an hostess job at a high- end restaurant but until his friend set up a date for her and the date turned into her worst fear when she came face to face Victor Verde. He dragged her back to dark hole whole which she has been running from her nightmare Haze Wood's

Yesha Bree Ferdillo, a sweet and unassuming girl, lived a tranquil life within the quiet confines of her modest kingdom. Her simplicity and innate beauty painted the perfect picture of everyone's ideal. She was content with her humble existence—until a devastating accident shattered the serenity of her world. In the aftermath, her mother was imprisoned, and her father remarried. Her once peaceful life turned into a nightmare as she endured cruelty at the hands of her stepmother and stepsiblings. Betrayed by those she once trusted, her father and stepmother ultimately sold her into the clutches of a ruthless businessman. As days turned into weeks, and weeks into months and years, her life spiraled into chaos and despair. Stripped of her freedom and dignity, she became a possession of the devil himself, condemned to a life of torment and submission

Zara wanted a new beginning. A place to forget the betrayal, the lies, the grief. The mate who broke her, and the best friend who ruined her. But Blackwood Academy isn’t salvation, it’s a nightmare and it’s definitely not what she expected… The moment she steps through those gates, every Alpha notices her. Their hungry eyes follow her. Their possessive stares burn into her skin. But it’s him, Atlas Black, the one they call the top boy, the untouchable Alpha who makes her blood run cold. He claims to hate her….So why do his eyes darken every time she’s near? Why does her wolf ache for the one who wants her gone?

Rhounzi was going through a typical break-up with her beau until she met Hazard, the only man that provoked her dominant nature. Rhounzi's typical day had evolved into an amusing one since that day, and she was enjoying it. Their relationship, however, has backfired spectacularly; she discovered him with another woman. Rhounzi has never been reluctant to cut ties from her prior boyfriends, and she did so throughout that time. Since their breakup, every lady who was engaged in their split has mysteriously vanished, leaving only strange messages behind. Rhounzi had recognized at the moment that her lighthearted days were about to become hazardous. Why? Because a walking nightmare gave her the sweetest dream she'd ever had.