Princess Elf

When I was 18 years old, Luigi Conti, the craziest heir of the Conti family, pulled out a gun at an auction and executed the Don of the Serra family. That man happened to be my foster father, also the one who had me auctioned away as though I were a slave. When he was being dragged toward the armored car by the military police, he kept laughing like mad despite having blood streaking down his face. "Why must I atone for my sins? Since God refuses to save you, let me be your savior! From now on, no one in Sandalay has the guts to clip your wings anymore, my darling Isabella!" Seven years later, Luigi gets released from prison. He looks at me as I wash dishes for a living in the slums before snuffing out the cigar trapped between his fingers. That night, Luigi returns to his family and steals the position of the Don. After we get married, I'm the only person who has the highest access over the vaults under the Conti family. Luigi even forcibly expands the ring that signifies ultimate authority—which has been passed down from generation to generation for a century—and slides it onto my ring finger. He buys half of Sandalay's estates just so he can fill the vineyards with the white grapes I've mentioned in passing. He tells me that his turf is called Isabella. But everything changes when I discover a photo album stashed in a hidden compartment in Luigi's study. All 2,000 photos feature a young woman in a white dress who is reading in the library. That is the female assassin he's planning on training. The woman looks very pure and innocent. She's most suited to conquer certain bigwigs' hearts. But now, it seems that Luigi's the one being conquered by her. When Luigi finds out about my discovery, he throws the photo album into the fireplace and watches it burn in the fire with a stony expression. "I'm just repackaging her so that she can aid me in money laundering. Just pretend you never saw the photo album." I push the signed divorce agreement over to Luigi. "I said, sign the agreement." Frustrated, Luigi pins the divorce agreement on the table with a knife, his expression insanely dark. "Isabella Serra, have you forgotten about the Conti family's rules? There's no such thing as divorce. We can only be widowed."

"Nous voilà arrivés à votre nouvel établissement, votre Altesse." Je baissais la vitre teintée pour avoir une meilleure vue de l'édifice avant d'attraper mon sac prête à sortir de la limousine. "Pas si vite mademoiselle." Je me tournais vers Edgar la bouche en cœur. "Cela ne marche pas sur moi, votre Altesse." Je soufflais contrariée et reprenais place sur la banquette arrière. "La directrice de l'établissement va venir vous chercher. Elle vous donnera votre emploi du temps et votre chambre. Vous allez devoir la partager avec une autre jeune fille." Je n'en pouvais plus d'attendre mais je me forçais à rester assise. J'étais dans une limousine après tout je ne voulais pas attirer les regards. "Je peux y aller maintenant? -Abrielle n'oubliez pas que vous êtes ici sous couverture. Personne ne doit découvrir qui vous êtes ou sinon... -Sinon Gaspard risquerait de me retrouver. Je le sais. -Vos parents seraient fières de vous. -Fières? Satisfaits maximum. Je leur obéit au doigt et à l'œil sans rechigner. On me cache d'un psychopathe qui me veut du mal pour prendre de l'argent à mes parents. Personne ne sait que j'existe... -Ils font cela pour votre bien. Ils tiennent à vous. -C'est cela oui. Je ne les ai pas vus depuis mes quatre ans. Ils ne m'ont même pas envoyé de carte pour mon anniversaire. Tout ce que j'ai d'eux est une carte bancaire. Pour moi ce n'est pas cela tenir à quelqu'un. J'ai de la chance qu'ils aient acceptés que j'aille à l'école avec les autres adolescents de mon âge. Si ça ne tenait qu'à eux je serais enfermée dans une tour. -Mademoiselle Abrielle... -Je serai sage."

Trois ans auparavant, j'ai drogué l'héritier mafieux, Victor. Après cette nuit de folie, il ne m'a pas tuée. Au lieu de cela, il m'a baisée jusqu'à ce que mes jambes faiblissent, en m'agrippant à la taille et en murmurant le même mot encore et encore : « Principessa ». Alors que j'allais lui demander sa main, son premier amour, Isabelle, est revenue. Pour la rendre heureuse, Victor m'a fait renverser par une voiture, a fait jeter le relique de ma mère à des chiens errants et m'a envoyée en prison... Mais quand j'ai finalement été brisée, m'envolant vers Marseille pour épouser quelqu'un d'autre, Victor a mis Paris sens dessus dessous pour me retrouver.

On the day of our engagement, just because Madison Calder wants to eat the ravioli my fiance Nicholas Olsen made, he decides to leave without hesitation. I can't help but try to stop him, but he slaps me across the face. "It's just an engagement party—we can have another one. What if Maddy starves?" Even my brother Brandon Lewis scolds me for being unreasonable. "You're older than Maddy. Can't you be more understanding?" I say nothing more and choose to let go and leave. They think I'm just throwing a tantrum and ignore me. They even clear their schedules just to take Madison on a vacation. It isn't until half a month later that they think to contact me, only to discover I have already joined a classified government weapons research program that will last ten years. Moreover, I have decided never to come home again. They completely panic.

On my way to a meeting at work, I call my daughter, who is at home. Instead, I hear a voice identical to mine over the phone. She claims that she is me three years in the future. "Dezarae, go home to Liv right now. Your daughter is in danger." I am stunned. I argue in disbelief and question who is behind this prank. When I step on the accelerator, she stops me sternly. "Do not drive ahead any further. There will be a traffic accident at the intersection where Peace Street is." In the next second, at the intersection that is less than 30 feet away from me, two cars collide. Cold sweat starts to trickle down my back when the woman with a voice identical to mine says, "Liv will fall off a building and die in three hours. This is your only chance to save her."

She had never thought that she would sleep with her former adversary, but it turned out to be a fantastic match for both of them. However, when they got married, his apathy finally enraged her, and she yelled, "you damn bastard!"

I've gotten into an accident. When my childhood friend, Jason Patel, drops by to visit me, I feel like pulling a prank on him all of a sudden. So, I ask, "Who are you? I've lost my memory." He's left feeling stunned for a moment before he reveals the fake smile that he often wears whenever he pulls pranks on others. "I'm your boyfriend, Jason Patel." My heart begins pounding wildly in my chest. I decide to go along with this little prank. That summer of us playing pretend has to be the happiest time of my life. But when Giselle Ford returns to our lives, Jason immediately clears the air between us. It turns out that he and Giselle have had a crush on each other during their high school days. Unfortunately, they missed the chance to date each other. What am I to them, then? So, I can only grant their wish of wanting to stay together. That's why I laugh and call Jason out for being an idiot because he can't even tell that I faked my memory loss. Unexpectedly, I get into another accident some time later. When I wake up, I ask Jason who he is again. Impatience flickers across his expression. "Don't you feel lame for using the same trick twice?" What he doesn't know is that I've truly lost my memory this time.

Que se passe-t-il lorsque le roi des vampires sur la planète Terre et de l'héritier du trône de planète Kurr tomber en amour ? Jessica a été posée sur la terre et n'avait aucune idée qu'elle était la princesse de la planète Kurr et héritier de son trône jusqu'à ce qu'elle est capturée par la chair et le mal manger Dragos puis sauvé par Jack, le roi des vampires sur Terre. À l'insu de Jessica, Jack a été gardant son pendant la majeure partie de sa vie de l'ombre comme une promesse de son défunt père. Au cours de ces années il a grandi à l'amour et le désir d'elle. Maintenant qu'il est si près d'elle, il lutte pour soumettre que l'amour et de désir, tandis que Jessica pousse à mettre de l'avant.

Ivy's world is turned upside down when her luggage is mixed up with a man's at the airport - a man she comes to learn his name as Tarquin Brian Jones. He proposes a contract marriage, and Ivy is thrust into a new and complicated life. As their relationship develops and the tension between them grows, Ivy finds herself fighting to show Tarquin that she is more than he sees her. But with the presence of Tarquin's mistress and his sister, Morgan, who holds a grudge against her, Ivy is faced with difficult choices. Would she cling to hope that everything will change for her good or give up hope?

Princessa Cesilia, seorang gadis berparas cantik berusia 17 tahun, berniat untuk membalas dendam pada keluarga papa kandungnya atas penderitaan yang dialami oleh mamanya di masa lalu.Selain membalas dendam kepada keluarga papanya. Cessa juga harus mencari tahu orang yang telah mencelakai ayah angkatnya hingga meninggal.Cessa dipertemukan dengan Damian Argantara di sekolah barunya. Cinta pun tumbuh perlahan-lahan dalam hati Cessa.Namun, cinta itu berubah menjadi kebencian setelah mengetahui siapa Damian sebenarnya.Bagaimana kelanjutan kisahnya? Bisakah Cessa menyelesaikan ambisinya seorang diri?