O Guia Do Assassino Para O Ensino Médio

- ... Tu peux me le dire Zaïr ? Zaïr : Dire quoi ? - Que tu m'aimes... dis le moi. Zaïr : ... - Dis moi que tu m'aimes...

I had cancer. And Carl—my boyfriend of seven years—ditched me at the hospital to play fake boyfriend for his so-called best friend, just so she could dodge her parents' marriage pressure. When the results came in, I broke down. Clutching the report, I sobbed as I called him. "Carl, I... I..." My voice cracked. I didn't even know how to say it. I thought he'd comfort me. Instead, his voice came sharp through the phone. "Can you not? Mia's just a friend. What's so wrong about me helping her?—do you have to be so dramatic? I already promised to marry you this month. What more do you want?"

A timid and ugly girl, Thea Jones was bullied by some of her schoolmates to death. All her life, Thea was nothing but a pushover. Hated by all and bullied by her classmates and her cousins, she lived a life miserable than death, not more than some trash. However, her life changed as a Tomboy Princess, from a fantasy land reincarnated as Thea and teaches everyone a lesson. This Tomboy Princess is known as the toughest girl in her entire realm. Being the strongest and most intelligent, she takes over Thea's life and sets all the wrong things right. Getting to those who bullied Thea in the past and also completing the task for her trials to get some amazing superpowers in her journey. Let's embark on the journey of Thea, where she becomes the stronger of the strongest and teaches all the bullies in her life and the school, a lesson they will never forget. In her way, she, the timid girl became the center of attention of everyone, especially for those unreachable boys who were at the top sometime ago. Yeah right...! You choose the right book. This is going to be the best book with humor, face-slapping, and adventure all in one. Do leave a review and comment from time to time to let me know how I am putting in the story. Thank you for choosing my book. Love your support. ❤️❤️

When I got reborn into my youthful years, I turned down the marriage proposal of Seth Klein, the future major general. Instead, I chose to be with Nathan Prescott, who lived a poor life. My mother thought I was possessed. After all, the entire village knew that I, the village chief's daughter, used to follow the well-educated Mr. Klein around all the time. Apparently, I was willing to do anything just to marry him. I soon recalled what happened in my previous life. After I married Seth, we never consummated our marriage. He even brought back a child, claiming that said child belonged to a fellow soldier who had passed on in the war. I viewed the child as my own and made an effort to raise him. It wasn't until our fiftieth anniversary that I discovered a secret after barging into Seth's study, which had always been forbidden to me. It turned out that the study was plastered with photos of my older cousin, Catherine Parker—the most beautiful woman in the village. The thing was, she had been dead for a long time. The truth was, Seth has always been capable of performing in bed. He was merely practicing abstinence because of Catherine. Furious, I collapsed and was admitted to the hospital. But my son, whom I treated as my own, was the one who unplugged my life support with his own hands. "If it weren't for you taking over my mom's position as the actual wife, she wouldn't have died as an unknown mistress!" After my death, I witnessed Seth getting a joint burial with Catherine as husband and wife. As for my ashes, they were randomly scattered into a dried-up river. Now that I was reborn, I chose to fulfill their wish!

Quando eu tinha sete anos, o papai trouxe pra casa uma mulher bonita. Ela me deu uma caixa de mangas. Naquele dia, enquanto eu comia as mangas toda feliz, a mamãe assinou o acordo de divórcio e se jogou do prédio. Desde então, manga virou o meu pesadelo. Por isso, no dia do meu casamento, eu disse pro meu marido, Ivan Ribeiro: — Se algum dia quiser se divorciar de mim, basta me dar uma manga. Ele me abraçou em silêncio. Desde então, manga também virou o tabu dele. No quinto ano de casamento, na véspera de Natal, a amiguinha de infância dele, Rafaela Lima, deixou uma manga em cima da mesa do escritório. No mesmo dia, Ivan anunciou o fim da amizade com Rafaela e a demitiu da empresa. Naquele momento, eu achei que ele era o homem da minha vida. Mas meio ano depois, voltei do exterior com um contrato de um bilhão fechado. Na festa de comemoração, Ivan me entregou um copo de bebida. Depois de meio copo, Rafaela, a mulher que ele havia expulsado da empresa, apareceu atrás de mim, sorrindo: — Tá gostoso o suco de manga? Olhei pro meu marido, incrédula, enquanto Ivan tentava segurar o riso: — Não fica brava, a Rafaela insistiu pra eu fazer uma brincadeira com você. — Eu nem te dei uma manga de verdade, só um suco de manga. — Mas olha, acho que ela tem razão, o seu problema com manga é exagero! — Você estava bebendo toda animada agora há pouco! De cara fechada, levantei a mão e joguei o resto do suco no rosto dele. Depois, virei as costas e fui embora. Algumas coisas nunca são brincadeira. Manga não é. E o meu pedido de divórcio também não.

When Nathan comes to pick me up on the day of the wedding, he loses his footing and falls down a flight of stairs that's several feet high. He's not badly injured, but he bumps his head on the steps and ends up with jumbled memories. He mistakenly thinks that I am his first love, who had once hurt him. He reacts violently whenever he sees me. At this time, I found out that I am pregnant. The doctor says that the good news might be able to awaken his memories partially. I rush off to find him, holding the medical report. However, I accidentally overhear the conversation between him and his friends. "Nate is always full of ideas. Now he's even claiming that his memories are jumbled up! As long as you don't get bored, Olivia will never be able to force you to get married." "Don't spout nonsense. I do love Liv, and she's the only one that I'll ever love. I'll just have fun for half a month more before I settle down and get married." "Half a month? That isn't even enough time to flirt with all the female models at the club. Can you really be satisfied with that?" Nathan's expression turns cold as he snaps, "I'm not an irresponsible jerk. Liv and I have been together for so many years. "I'm definitely going to marry her. Call someone now! I want the one from yesterday with a tiny waist and a big bottom. It excites me to look at her!" Trembling, I tear up the notice from the hospital and turn to leave.

For years, Nicole endured mistreatment under her aunt’s roof, but her unwavering resolve pushed her to excel. Against all odds, she graduated summa cum laude, securing a high-ranking position at the very company that had supported her education. She thought her struggles were finally over, that her years of sacrifice had paid off. But fate had other plans. Nicole found herself irresistibly drawn to her cold and enigmatic boss—the company’s CEO. Try as she might to resist, their connection deepened, blurring the lines between professionalism and desire. What she thought was love, however, turned out to be nothing more than a fleeting affair for him. Now trapped in an agonizing situation, Nicole struggles to maintain her composure. How can she stay civil when the man she loves—the man she once believed could be her future—sees her as nothing more than a passing fling? Worse still, how can she let go when her heart refuses to move on?

Cassandra knows loving him is wrong. He’s older. Forbidden. Her mother’s husband. She was hired to take care of him. She never expected to crave him. George’s touch ruins her innocence, his kiss burns through her rules— and right when Cassandra finally gives in, a single threat from her mother returns to tear everything apart.

Durand avait épousé Louis depuis trois ans, mais cela n'avait pas suffi à éclipser l'amant qu'il chérissait dans son cœur depuis dix ans. Le jour où elle fut diagnostiquée avec un cancer de l'estomac, il était justement en train d'accompagner son amant pour faire examiner leur fils. Elle ne fit pas d'esclandre, elle prit simplement l'acte de divorce et partit docilement, ce qui ne fit qu'attiser des représailles encore plus violentes.Il s'avéra qu'il l'avait épousée uniquement pour se venger de sa sœur. Alors qu'elle était accablée par la maladie, il lui saisit le menton et lui dit froidement : « C'est ce que ta famille me doit. » Par la suite, sa famille fut ruinée, son père fut victime d'un accident de voiture et devint un légume, et elle, désespérée, se jeta du haut d'un immeuble.« La dette que les Durand doivent, je l'ai payée de ma vie, » dit-elle. Cependant, Louis, d'ordinaire si fier, s'effondra, les yeux injectés de sang, suppliant à genoux et follement qu'elle revienne encore et encore...

J'ai été choisie pour être la fiancée de Lorenzo, l'héritier de la Mafia. Mais lors d'un gala familial, Lorenzo a été ouvertement courtisé par Chiara, la fille d'un marchand d'armes. Chiara n'était pas comme les autres débutantes respectueuses des règles. Elle a filé à toute allure dans les rues au volant d'une voiture de sport modifiée, a utilisé un couteau de combat de qualité militaire pour couper ses cigares et a bu le whisky le plus âpre, pur. Il y avait en elle une sauvagerie indomptée, un feu dont Lorenzo n'a pas pu détourner le regard. Il s'est plaint auprès des anciens de la famille : « Comment une femme pareille pourrait-elle être notre Madre et diriger toute cette famille ? » Ses paroles ont dégouliné de mépris pour son imprudence, et pourtant ses yeux sont restés rivés sur elle, suivant chacun de ses gestes tandis qu'elle levait son verre. Puis, le jour de l'anniversaire de Lorenzo, il a annoncé son intention de faire de Chiara sa maîtresse. Chiara a refusé : « Les femmes de ma famille sont des épouses, jamais des maîtresses. Et le cœur de mon mari doit n'appartenir qu'à moi. » Lorenzo est venu me voir, la voix hésitante. « Alessia, ce n'est qu'un titre. J'ai besoin que tu le lui cèdes. S'il te plaît ? Elle ne comprend pas les traditions de notre famille et elle a fait tout un scandale à propos de m'épouser. Il faut simplement l'apaiser pour l'instant. Même si elle m'épouse, c'est toi qui continueras à gérer les affaires de la famille. » Alors que je me tenais là à essayer ma robe de mariée, une perle de cristal acérée sur le corsage m'a percé le doigt. Une seule goutte de sang s'est épanouie sur le satin d'un blanc immaculé. La robe a été ruinée, mais le mariage a eu lieu malgré tout. Si je ne pouvais pas être l'épouse de l'héritier, je suis devenue la femme du Don.