Non Fictional Meaning

Karina Wilson and Ethan Whitmore had been college sweethearts, who had promised to spend eternity together to prove the strength of their love. Karina has sacrificed her own career and an arranged match by her family to be with Ethan through thick and thin, but all that changes in one night when Ethan’s first love, Katharine, returns to the country and Karina realizes that for five years, Ethan had only considered Karina as a placeholder while he waited for his true love to return. Heartbroken and devastated, Karina returns to her home, agreeing to marry the man that her family had chosen for her. With her fiancé, Michael Hudson, she finally begins to understand the meaning of selfless love and starts to build her life anew. But with Ethan’s life crumpling, he finally realizes that Karina had been the reason he has managed to become who he was today. What happens when Ethan comes back into Karina’s life, begging for a second chance? Will Karina make the same mistake twice or will she finally choose to live for herself and the person who truly loves her?

Xenia has always tried to be the perfect daughter. All her life, she's been good, non rebellious, obedient. Even when her parents kept treating her like an outcast over her sister because she was born wolfless. Never for once did she deviate from being the good little daughter. UNTIL her own parents sold her off to an Alpha who was crippled. That was when she realized that being good surely wouldn't pay her and she's ready to do anything she can - to get out of this stupid arrangement. Even if it means paying a stranger she met in a dirty bar to take her virginity. Isn't it a taboo for the Alpha to marry a non virgin? For all it's worth, she taught she definitely won. But then her father introduces the Alpha in a wheel chair and when she turns ready to blurt out that she's no virgin - SHOCK FROZE HER FEET TO THE FLOOR. Because sitting in that wheel chair was the same man who she had spent the night before with.

A year ago, my life was simple. I was just Ariel Anthony…a regular college student, cheerleader with decent grades, daughter of a struggling baker, and recently appointed step-sister to a guy I barely knew. Nothing special. Then came the storm. Not just the thunderstorm that trapped me in Professor Grayson's apartment that night, but the storm that followed. The one that's still raging around me, that I created. They don't warn you about men like Luther Grayson in freshman orientation. They don't tell you how a single glance from the right person can make you question everything you thought you knew about yourself. About what you want. About what you'd risk to get it. They also don't warn you about guys like Ethan Cross, with his perfect smile hiding something dark. The kind of guy who's used to getting what he wants and doesn't understand the meaning of the word "no." And no one, absolutely no one…prepares you for what it feels like when the person who's supposed to be your brother looks at you with something else in his eyes. Mom once said I had a gift for making complicated situations worse. If she only knew. My phone buzzed beside me, and I glanced down to see Luther's name on the screen. My heart still jumps every time, even when I'm aware of what could happen if people learned about the two of us. I should ignore it. I should block his number, focus on my classes, help Mom with the bakery, and pretend none of this ever happened. But I'm already reaching for the phone. That's the thing about crossing lines… once you step over them, it's almost impossible to step back. And I've crossed so many lines now, I can't even see where I started.

Tout a commencé lorsque je faisais du cheval à cru avec mon petit ami, Tommy, au sommet d'un rocher au milieu de nulle part, dans le Nevada. C'est alors qu'est entré ce loup, comme si c'était ma mère en plein trip de meth, nous fixant et grognant comme un mari surprotecteur. Pire encore, selon Tommy, je grognais en retour. La minute d'après, Tommy était à l'autre bout du désert et je me retrouvais dans une académie d'élite pour Sorcières, Métamorphes, Vampires et Fées, l'air d'avoir été arrachée du parc à roulottes local. Oh, attendez, c'était le cas. L'Académie Bloodwood pour le Surnaturel n'a qu'une seule règle : ne pas se mêler aux étudiants en dehors de sa race. Alors, bien sûr, c'est la première chose que je fais. Comment dire non à un mâle Fae aux yeux dorés, un Loup-garou lunatique avec des problèmes de meute, et un Vampire aux doigts magiques. Non seulement mes hommes mettent tout sens dessus dessous, mais maintenant ma vie est en danger. Il s'avère que si je ne retourne pas dans ma caravane, des femelles jalouses vont me trancher la gorge. Je dois comprendre pourquoi je suis liée à tous mes compagnons, et pourquoi le directeur m'en veut, avant de me retrouver six pieds sous terre. Ce n'est pas juste Rae Fox, c'est Rae Foxx. Il y a trop de « x » ici pour un seul x.

The year is 2304 and war has ravaged the world, leaving scattered communities. Keira, a headstrong 25-year-old, has joined the Eagle tribe with the goal of making a difference. Their primary mission is to take back Meraki, a planet that was intended only for the wealthy and privileged. For the past 50 years, raiders seeking riches have taken over Meraki and severed all communication. The Eagle tribe, trained by old war heroes, has been selected to assess the situation and is actively searching for scattered pieces of a space shuttle that was used to travel to Meraki. Keira is one of the few women who joined the force, as most women help out with daily necessities. She has no interest in marriage, but she can't help but react whenever Josh is nearby. Josh, newly appointed as second in command, has a string of women eagerly throwing hints of marriage, and he would stop at nothing to make them sway. His piercing green eyes, sun-kissed blonde hair, dashing dimples, and ripped physique due to excessive training would contribute to the madness. As fate would have it, she found herself crossing paths with Caleb - a master of manipulation with a dashing demeanor. Despite his apparent immunity to emotion, he exuded a commanding presence that was both cold and alluring. There was something dark and mysterious about him that drew her in, and she couldn't help but feel like he had a way of penetrating her guarded thoughts. Meraki is a place for dreams, a meaning to a better future, or maybe where dreams are now scattered by the selfish traits of men for self-gain.

He is my master, I am his slave, his son my lover. Set in a fictional historical world, Grand Duke of Wynthorpe, Lucian Blackwell unexpectedly purchases Sarang, a lunari slave, to serve as a companion for his son, Nathaniel. Overtime, Lucian and Nathaniel develop deep, conflicting emotions for him. While Nathaniel desires to free him, Lucian's secret attachment complicates the relationships between the three. Caught in an intense emotional triangle, Sarang is torn between his loyalty to Lucian and his romance with Nathaniel. As boundaries between servitude and freedom blur, Sarang must navigate a society where love, power, and desire clash.

Natasha Kisniver never planned to steal from the Mafia. But when her younger sister collapses and the hospital halts her treatment over unpaid debts she couldn't afford, Natasha is pushed beyond desperation. Her only option? Steal a priceless ring from Jackson Darkmoon—a billionaire tech she believes is untouchable. The ring is sold on the black market, and her sister’s treatment resumes. But then she discovers a fatal mistake she made on her research: Jackson Darkmoon doesn’t exist. He’s a false identity, a fictional character of Alexander Darkmoon—the elusive and feared godfather of a Mafia empire her late father had always warned her about. Realizing she’s stolen from the most dangerous man alive, Natasha runs. But Alexander Darkmoon is not a man who forgives theft—especially not something so personal. He finds her within hours. She can’t repay him in money, so he takes her instead. Claimed as his property, Natasha is pulled into a brutal, opulent world where power is everything—and one wrong move could mean death. She vows to escape. But as she sees the man behind the monster, she changes her mind. As days turn into weeks, the line between hate and desire begins to blur. Alexander's control slips the more time he spends with her. Enemies start circling, and her presence — once a punishment — becomes a dangerous liability. Or worse, the key to his downfall. Just when Alexander begins to trust her, Natasha makes a desperate move to help her sister again — unknowingly putting a deadly plan planned by Alexander's rivals into motion. Betrayed and furious, Alexander pushes her away. But when she’s kidnapped by the very enemies he warned her about, Alexander is faced with a brutal choice: Let her go—or burn his empire to save her.

La veuve du meilleur ami de mon mari a publié une photo de son test de grossesse. « Merci pour ton sperme, grâce à toi, j'aurai enfin mon propre bébé. » En voyant le nom de mon mari, Yann Guérin, inscrit dans la case « père », j'ai simplement commenté avec un point d'interrogation. Il m'a aussitôt appelée, furieux. « Elle est veuve, elle vit seule et triste, elle veut juste un enfant pour lui tenir compagnie. Tu pourrais au moins avoir un peu de compassion, non ? » « Et puis, Eliott Sorel était mon meilleur pote. Il est mort, c'est normal que je prenne soin de sa femme. Ça s'appelle avoir de la loyauté, tu connais ce mot au moins ? » Peu de temps après, cette même veuve a encore publié une photo – cette fois-ci, d'un grand appartement de luxe dans la résidence Montclair. « Heureusement que tu es à mes côtés. Grâce à toi, j'ai retrouvé la chaleur d'un vrai foyer. » En regardant la silhouette de Yann occupé dans la cuisine sur la photo, je me suis dit : Il est temps de mettre fin à ce mariage.

Lucie et Florent sont amoureux l’un de l’autre depuis l’université et ont entretenu leur relation jusqu’à leur mariage. Tout allait bien jusqu’au jour où Lucie a été promue dans l’entreprise où elle travaille, ce qui l’a conduite à multiplier les voyages d’affaires. Florent se sent désemparé. Non seulement sa femme gagne plus d’argent que lui, mais en plus, bien qu’il ait sa propre petite entreprise de livraison et qu’il s’en sorte correctement, c’est Lucie qui prend en charge les dépenses les plus importantes du foyer et contribue même à l’évolution de son entreprise. Cette situation l’empêche de s’imposer face aux choix professionnels de sa femme. Il fait de son mieux pour encaisser, mais l’absence prolongée de Lucie pèse de plus en plus sur lui. À la maison, c’est leur femme de ménage, Andréa, qui gère tout. Ne supportant plus la situation, Florent tente d’en parler à Lucie pour qu’ils trouvent une solution. Mais elle n’est pas prête à écouter, son travail passant avant tout. Sa famille, de son côté, s’impatiente : après plus de deux ans de mariage, ils veulent voir des petits-enfants. Mais Lucie, encore une fois, ne se sent pas prête. Un jour, dépassé par la frustration et le manque d’attention de sa femme, Florent se tourne vers Andréa. Cette dernière, en plus d’être efficace dans son travail, est une véritable bombe, avec un corps envoûtant. D’abord réticente aux avances de son patron, elle finit par en parler à sa mère. Celle-ci, voyant une opportunité, l’encourage à céder… avec un but précis : prendre la place de Lucie.

Je m’appelais Alaya, et je n’étais qu’une fille parmi tant d’autres, née dans les ruelles d’un quartier où la pauvreté t’empoisonne dès le berceau. Ma mère, malade, n’avait que moi… et les dettes. Ce soir-là, ils sont venus. Ils ont frappé à la porte. Trois hommes en noir. Pas un mot, juste une enveloppe, et une phrase glaciale : — « Ta fille est encore vierge, non ? Le patron paie cher pour ça. » Je n’ai pas eu le choix. Il s’appelait Santino Ricci. Froid. Magnétique. Dangereux. Le chef de l’une des familles les plus puissantes d’Italie. Il m’a regardée comme on regarde une marchandise précieuse. Puis il a dit : — « Tu seras ma femme. Qu’importe ce que tu ressens. » Et j’ai signé ma condamnation. Ce mariage n’était pas une union… mais une cage dorée. J’ai appris à survivre parmi les serpents. J’ai vu des morts. J’ai vu le sang. J’ai entendu les cris de filles qui, comme moi, avaient été vendues. Mais ce qu’ils n’avaient pas prévu… c’est que la petite vierge brisée finirait par mordre.