Paris The Memoir

Born into a family of culinary royalty, Aria Beaumont has always lived in her father’s shadow — a feared food critic whose name alone can destroy chefs. After getting fired for calling out wrongdoing in her kitchen and catching her boyfriend cheating on the same night, Aria stumbles into an exclusive Paris bar, where she ends up sharing an unforgettable one-night stand with a mysterious stranger. When she enrolls in the prestigious Étoile Culinary Academy to rebuild her life and career, She never expects her mentor for the training to be Leon Cordon; the reclusive, world-famous chef who vanished from the culinary world after the tragic loss of someone he loved. And she definitely never expects him to hate her on sight. He recognizes her last name. Her family is his sworn enemy. He recognizes her from the one-night stand and refuses to mentor her. She recognizes his arrogance and was determined to bring him back to the culinary industry. Just as their forbidden connection becomes impossible to deny, the academy sends them on a month-long culinary retreat — isolated, breathtaking, and filled with ghosts Leon has never faced. There, Aria learns that the culinary world’s greatest tragedy…may not be what it seemed. A past thought buried will return. Loyalties will break. A rival chef will step into the scene. And Aria must decide whether following her heart is worth losing everything she has finally begun to build.

Cinq ans après mon mariage avec Dante Moretti, le Don de la mafia de Paris, tout le monde savait qu'il m'aimait plus que sa propre vie. Il s'était fait tatouer un violon pour moi, juste à côté de son blason familial, un symbole de loyauté qui ne pouvait jamais être effacé. Jusqu'au jour où j'ai reçu la photo envoyée par sa maîtresse. Une serveuse de bar, nue, vautrée dans ses bras, la peau marquée de sombres ecchymoses laissées par un sexe brutal. Elle avait griffonné son prénom juste à côté du tatouage violon. Et mon mari l'avait laissée faire. « Dante dit que seul le fait d'être en moi lui permet encore de se sentir un homme. Tu n'arrives même plus à le faire bander, pas vrai, chère Alessia ? Peut-être qu'il est temps de t'effacer. » Je n'ai pas répondu. J'ai simplement passé un seul appel. « J'ai besoin d'une nouvelle identité et d'un billet d'avion pour partir. »

Le monde est à feu et à sang. Les peuples veulent renverser les gouvernements et les multinationales. Paris en est l’épicentre. Stan, un jeune homme de 17 ans surdoué mais handicapé, en est le stratège ultime : l’Epervier. Lors d’une émeute sanglante, il est arrêté. Et mystérieusement disculpé après avoir visité un monde étrange qui lui semble pourtant familier. Peu de temps après, il est enlevé par une société secrète, l’Entité. Au même moment, Ida Kalda, une super-flic, est engagée par le Bureau 09, un service inconnu de tous qui traque les “Déviants”, des gens qui changent la réalité. Stan devient leur cible numéro 1. Mais pourquoi d’autres groupes veulent-ils aussi à tout prix le récupérer ? Une course contre la montre s’engage alors que Stan devient un Messie pour une grande partie de l’humanité et qu’il découvre qu’il possède un pouvoir très spécial qui le rend unique. Complots, mensonges, distorsions de la réalité, Stan plonge au coeur d’une vaste conspiration qui va le conduire aux 4 coins du monde.

Je suis mariée à Elliot Graves, le baron de la drogue mafieux de Paris, depuis huit ans maintenant. Mais aujourd'hui — le jour de notre anniversaire de mariage — j'ai reçu une photo de lui avec ma meilleure amie, Lila, célébrant comme s'ils étaient les mariés. Et dans ses bras se trouvait mon fils, Owen. J'ai fixé l'image, puis j'ai tapé une phrase en réponse. « Comme c'est parfait. » Une demi-heure plus tard, Elliot a fait irruption par la porte d'entrée. Sa voix a tonné dans le couloir. « Pourquoi es-tu toujours aussi garce avec Lila ? » Owen, mon petit garçon, a poussé contre ma jambe et m'a lancé un regard noir. « Méchante Maman », a-t-il dit. « J'aimerais que Mlle Lila soit ma vraie maman. » Je n'ai pas bronché. J'ai simplement marché vers le tiroir, en ai sorti la pile de papiers bien ordonnés que j'avais préparés depuis longtemps, et je les ai posés sur la table avec un calme définitif. « D'accord », ai-je dit, d'une voix calme. « Tout est de ma faute. Maintenant, puis-je partir ? »

Kirklin Jefferson is a cold, handsome, and sexy billionaire who is every lady’s dream man but he abhors women especially the celebrities that throw themselves at him. He goes to London to finalize the acquisition deal of a multinational and he meets this curvy and gorgeously beautiful staff of the company; Alexandra Davidson. Despite his coldness, he falls in love with her at first sight but secretly nurses his feelings. Each time she comes into his office, his ‘thing’ would always pitch a tent in his trousers to the extent that Alexandra noticed and she would steal a look at it and secretly wished it was hers to hold and grind forever. Kirklin travels to Paris on a business invitation, and a scheming person sets him up by lacing his drink but he escapes from her hold and bumps into a stranger in the restroom. His erection is so strong that it’s almost breaking open the fly of his trousers as the heat in his body has intensified. The stranger too needs someone to calm her down so both agree to help each other. He grabs her behind, thrusts in and out, and banged the life out of her honey pot……. He returns to London and a steamy love affair ensues between him and his crush; Alexandra Davidson. After a month, he gets to know she is one month pregnant…. “But wait… I used protection while with you so how did this happen?” He retorted angrily. Alexandra is so confused about who the father is…… This is a beautiful story with lots of electrifying twists, hot and steamy romance, exciting moments, suspense, and emotional experiences that will make your time reading it worthwhile. Happy Reading!

On my wedding anniversary, I came home to rose petals and champagne. Instead of romance, I found my husband in bed with my sister—wearing the couture gown I designed for her runway debut. He called my designs "boring" and revealed the fashion house I built was actually funded by her secret investor money. The child we adopted? Her biological son with my husband, who she abandoned to chase Paris Fashion Week. I walked out in nothing but the lingerie prototype from my latest collection. In a snowstorm. Straight into an exclusive fashion week after-party where I met him: a mysterious man who mistook me for a model and offered me a drink that tasted like freedom. One night later, I owed him $100,000. Three months later, I discovered I was pregnant. And when I showed up to my job interview at the biggest fashion conglomerate in the industry, ready to prove my designs could save their failing luxury brand, the CEO sitting across from me was the same man from that night. He remembers me. He wants his money back. And he's offering me $5 million if I can take his brand from fashion week laughingstock to top five in three major shows. I took the bet. I just didn't tell him about the baby. Or that my ex-husband's textile company supplies the fabric for every major fashion house—including his.

I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me and his mistress is the one who told me—because he didn’t have the balls to do it himself. I move out and get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn’t been enough for him, if I’d been stupid for marrying him in the first place. I’m at work one night when he walks inside—the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. He sits at the bar and a forest fire burns between us. I was depressed the moment before he entered, but the second I look at his blue eyes, I forget the dumpster fire that my life has become. I invite him back to my place and it’s the most passionate night of my life. I expect to never see him again. I just want him as an anti-depressant—but he wants me all to himself. I just got my heart ripped out of my chest so I want something easy and no-strings-attached, but he wants all the strings because he’s hooked. I don’t get much of a say in the matter, and that’s not surprising when I learn why—because he’s the Butcher. The crime lord of all crime lords, the boss that overshadows all of Paris, that makes everyone abide by his rules—or pay. And now I’m his.

“ Flower sudah mati! yang berdiri di hadapanmu, wanita bernama Shaylenna yang liar dan panas di ranjang ... “ Rose Flower. Gadis 20 tahun berparas cantik, anggun dan lugu. Bekerja keras demi membiayai pengobatan sang ayah, yang terbaring sakit 5 tahun lamanya. Hidup miskin, dan terlilit hutang yang banyak. Penderitaannya tak hanya itu. Flower yang malang, dijual oleh kakak tirinya ke sebuah klub ternama di kota Paris. Karna sebuah perjanjian hutang piutang dan balas budi, di situlah sosok Shaylenna menggantikan Flower si lugu. Flower, lebih tepatnya Shaylenna menjadi IDOLA RANJANG dan takdir membuatnya terikat dengan pemilik klub, Alexander. Pria yang pertama menyentuhnya, menjadikannya idola ranjang dan tak lain adalah The King Of Paris yang nyatanya memiliki sisi kemisteriusan. Malaikat, yang juga berhati iblis. Ketenaran dan juga pesonanya, bahkan mampu menjerat 3 penguasa dalam lingkaran cinta, keegoisan, dan klaim akan dirinya. Salah satunya, Maxime D’orion The King Of London, yang berhubungan dengan masa lalu Alexander. Bagaimana Flower akan menyikapi takdir hidupnya dalam bayang-bayang 3 penguasa? Siapakah yang akan berhasil mendapatkannya, setelah tragedi penyiksaan hingga berakhir pemerkosaan yang berujung trauma mendalam dan tumbuhnya janin tak berdosa yang bahkan tak diketahui siapa pemilik sahnya. Inilah kisah cinta sad romantisme, antara jalang dan para penguasa..

For hundreds of years, witches have been a sub species to the vampire race, used as slaves to do the bidding of the undead creatures; but when one witch catches the eye of the vampire Prince, all that could change. The very way the world was run will be erupted into chaos, throwing off the balance that so many had died to protect. When Luna is ripped from her bed in the night, she knew her time had come, that she would pay for her father’s mistake; her world would crumble around her when her mother is killed by the prince and she is taken into his custody. A slave. But that is what all witches should expect, what they are born into. It is the way it had been for hundreds of years, Vampires were the hierarchy of the world, though not that the mortals knew that; and perhaps they never would. The undead creatures liked to feast on the unknowing, on those they could control, dis-guarding the corpses when they had finished. Luna is taken to A city one hundred and seventy feet under the streets of Paris, there she would have to learn how to be a good slave as those around her all believed that witches and warlocks deserved to be there, that they were a lesser species and needed to be controlled. But when the young witch reveals her power, all that was about to change. A mind link had never been formed between a witch and a vampire before, no one thought it possible, but when Luna makes it into Silas’ mind something happens; something that would change the course of their destiny and the fate of all those around them. With rebellion and chaos only around the corner, how will anyone survive?

J'avais promis d'accompagner mon ami d'enfance, victime de harcèlement scolaire, pour son changement de lycée, mais la veille de la signature du formulaire, il avait renoncé. Son meilleur ami l'a taquiné : « Pas mal, toi. Faire semblant d'être harcelé pendant si longtemps, juste pour éloigner Rose Moreau. » « Mais c'est ton amie d'enfance ! Tu es vraiment prêt à la laisser partir seule dans un lycée inconnu ? » Lucas Richard a répondu d'un ton indifférent : « Ce n'est qu'un autre lycée dans la même ville, ce n'est pas loin. » « Elle me colle toute la journée, j'en ai marre. C'est parfait comme ça. » Ce jour-là, je suis restée debout devant la porte très longtemps, avant de finalement me décider à partir. Cependant, sur ma demande de transfert, j'ai changé le Lycée n°3 de Paris pour le lycée à l'étranger que mes parents souhaitaient pour moi. Tout le monde a oublié que, depuis le début, entre lui et moi, il y avait un fossé aussi grand que celui entre les nuages et la boue.