Re Zero If Gluttony

“This is wrong. You’re supposed to help me fix my marriage” “And yet here you are, squirming under my hands like you're begging me to break it” “You're too close… I can’t think straight when you’re this close” “Then stop thinking. Just feel.” He leans in, his breath brushing against my lips. “Tell me to stop Lillian—and I will. But if you don’t, I’m going to kiss and claim your body like I’ve imagined a thousand times on that chair” *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* When Lillian Calloway walks into marriage counseling, she’s desperate—not just to save her crumbling relationship with her emotionally distant husband, but to hold together the image of a perfect life. Then she meets Dr Ronan Carter. Calm, devastatingly handsome and far too familiar for her comfort. Each session unravels more than just the crack in her marriage—it exposes desires she’s locked away for years. Ronan makes her feel alive. And when the professional lines begin to blur, Lillian finds herself stepping on the edge of something forbidden. He’s her counselor. She’s his client. Falling for each other will cost them everything. But what if the biggest lie was the marriage they were trying to save?

My brother, Theo Sorento, died in a plane crash on his way back home just to celebrate my birthday. They never found his body—only wreckage. Ever since, my parents forced me to kneel in front of his grave every year on my birthday, demanding that I repent for surviving when he didn’t. Then came my eighteenth birthday. I realized someone was following me. Panicked, I sent a few messages asking for help. Just then, Mom called, not to check on me but to lash out. “I know exactly what you're doing. You’re just making up excuses so you don’t have to kneel in front of your brother’s grave! You’re a liar. Why wasn’t it you who died instead of him? You’re a walking curse!” Before my phone was smashed under a boot, the last thing I heard was the cold click of her hanging up. Then, I was cut up into pieces, and what was left of me was tossed across the city. My father, the lead forensic pathologist on my case, didn’t even recognize me. Later, Theo returned alive with his wife, whom he had eloped with eight years ago. When they found out the pile of rotting flesh was me, they all went insane.

Débordée entre son rôle de mère au foyer et son travail, Jane se retrouve submergée par le stress. Son fils, Jimie, souffre de la solitude, d’autant plus que son père, accaparé par son propre emploi, est rarement présent. Inquiets pour leur enfant, Jane et son mari n’ont d’autre choix que d’engager une nounou pour veiller sur lui et lui apporter du réconfort. Mais trouver la perle rare s’avère plus compliqué que prévu… jusqu’à l’arrivée de Danielle. Belle, attentionnée et compétente, elle s’intègre rapidement dans la famille et accomplit son travail à merveille. Peut-être même un peu trop…

Let's just say that there's a boy who's obviously inlove with a girl and unfortunately she feels the same way. Sounds like a perfect love story, right? Finding your prince and he ends up liking you. But what if you're not the princess he's looking for? You're not the lead character who ends up with the leading man? To put it simply, you're not the girl he likes. Well, that's me and the girl he likes is unfortunately my friend. But sometimes, I just wonder... did I ever cross your mind? You see, I'm just wondering... Do you ever think of liking me...? Tell me, am I crazy or is this more than a crush....? I was a complete idiot to fell in love with whom I don't even have the slightest chance... But all I know is I was enchanted to meet you.

Liam, my stepbrother, has been a pain in the rear for three years. We fight every time we talk. Every time we see each other, we remember that moment, which we never talk about. The one in the yard behind where our parents had their wedding dinner. The event that almost made everything bad. Our parents are now going for a trip to celebrate their first anniversary, leaving us all alone in the house. Simple plan: we'll stay on different sides, ignore each other, and act like we're working. But then there's a fire on my side of the house, and all of a sudden I have to share a floor, a hallway, and a wall that is too thin to be safe with him. The worst times are at night. I hear him. I can feel him. And every disagreement ends too close. Every stare stays too long. Every breath turns into heat I can’t escape. We’re supposed to protect our parents’ happiness. We’re supposed to act like good brothers. But how do you pretend you hate someone when all you want is to drag him into your bed? Then the holidays arrive with our whole extended family. We’re forced to play perfect boys while nearly pulling each other apart behind locked doors. And just when I think things can’t get worse, Liam’s cheating ex shows up begging to take him back. The jealousy nearly wrecks me… and reveals everything. But the real disaster hits one night with a broken condom and a hurried hospital visit. Two scary weeks that make us imagine a life we’re not supposed to want. A future that feels too good to lose. The test is negative. But the damage is done. We want each other.

La nuit de ma première transformation, à dix-huit ans, mes deux frères aînés ont emmené à la maison une Oméga orpheline de douze ans. Mon frère Alpha s'est emparé de la précieuse herbe médicinale pour laquelle j'avais dépensé toutes mes économies : des herbes censées apaiser la douleur de ma première transformation, et les lui a données à elle, à la place. « Tu es assez forte, » a-t-il grogné, « tu n'as pas besoin d'herbes aussi précieuses. » Mon frère Bêta a rugi de colère, en pointant la porte du doigt. « Dehors ! Et ne reviens pas ! » Sans un mot, j'ai pris mon sac, déjà prêt, et je suis partie. Ils pensaient que je faisais juste un caprice, que je reviendrais au bout de quelques jours. Libérés de ma présence, mes frères ont emmené la petite orpheline en vacances à l'étranger, sur les îles des Caraïbes : celles dont j'avais toujours rêvé. De nombreux jours plus tard, lorsqu'ils sont revenus à la meute, ils ont été stupéfaits d'apprendre que j'avais accepté un poste du Chef Guérisseur de la meute voisine. Le poste exigeait quinze années de recherches isolées sur les plantes médicinales. Je ne pouvais plus jamais rentrer chez moi. Cette nuit-là, ils se sont effondrés.

« Touche-la, et je t’enterrerai près de son père », grogna Luka. « Tu ne peux pas continuer à me sauver », murmura-t-elle, tremblante mais déterminée. « Tu es censé me laisser partir. » « Non, kroshka. Je ne lâche pas ce qui m’appartient. » ********** Il lui est interdit. Elle est intouchable. Elle n'aurait pas dû revenir à Moscou. Pas après ce qui s'est passé. Pas après le meurtre de son père, ni après tous les mensonges qui ont suivi. Mais lorsque son frère l'appelle, Mai retourne dans la ville qu'elle avait juré d'oublier, et se retrouve plongée dans l'univers sombre de Luka Volkov. Le bras droit de son frère. Son homme de main. Celui qui l'appelait autrefois « petit oiseau » et lui avait promis de la protéger… même de lui-même. Mais elle n'est plus une enfant. Et son regard n'a rien de fraternel. Chaque fois qu'il la regarde, ses défenses s'effondrent. Dans un monde de sang et de cuir, de motards où l'amour est un péché dangereux, et où la frontière entre protection et possession est ténue, que se passera-t-il lorsqu'elle découvrira qu'il a orchestré la mort de son père, alors qu'elle porte déjà son enfant ?

A guy trying to find his place in the rough streets. will he make it? we're about to find out.

There's literally no one that you can love more than your childhood best friend. You shared baths, ice cream, lunches, everything together and even a bed at times, even when it was in secrecy. Feyi and Ayo didn't have it any different, but they'd been separated for a really long time, so what really changes after that? What happens when you're just...split into North and South with no explanation. And now you're back together, gathering butterflies in your stomach and teasing with small touches, glances and nicknames.

It was the first night we spent together as a married couple. When my husband insisted that the hotel manager clean our bed for us, she cried and said to him, "You're asking me to clean up after the two of you made love! How heartbroken do you want me to be before you're finally satisfied?" My husband claimed not to know that the manager was his ex-girlfriend, but when the woman threw a kettle of hot water and left, he chased after her instead of coming to my aid.