Re Zero Regulus

Ce livre parle d’une qui a commencer à être violee tres tôt lorsque sa maman partais au travail , le mari de sa mère la violee à chaque fois parfois il rentrait tôt de son travail souvent c’était dans la nuit. La première fois il l’a droguait et la seconde fois il employait d’autres méthodes

My husband, Matthew Glover, fabricates a scandal to help his childhood sweetheart, reporter Melanie Reed, boost her numbers. "Mrs. Glover Sleeps Around—Multiple Affairs Lead to Repeated Miscarriages." He uses it as a gimmick to grab attention. Next thing I know, my name's in the mud and the internet's tearing me to pieces. When I bring up divorce, Matthew says I'm blowing things out of proportion. "Melanie just started at the TV station. If she doesn't deliver, her coworkers will laugh at her. You're just doing her a favor. It's not like you're actually losing anything." I don't even bother arguing with him. I simply push the divorce agreement toward him. "If you want to help her, go ahead. But we're getting divorced!"

Do you think you're worthy of me?" Maverick spat out ruthlessly, "You're just a weak human, and you're not worthy of being my future Luna. You should just go and die!" —- Jolene had always been eager for her chosen mate until she discovered that her mate was Maverick, the alpha's son. He rejected her because she was a weak human, unlike the other strong females. As if that wasn't enough, Jolene also discovered that her parents weren't her real parents. Discovering that everything about her life was a lie, Jolene decided to commit suicide. Maybe if she died she would find comfort, but what if there was a new turn of fate after she opened her eyes? Why are they calling her princess? Did they just reveal to her that she'd be the next Lycan King?

Triplet Alphas and one Omega, the fun is about to begin. Rainee is an Omega and her life is a sudden mess as she is being accused of stealing from her company, she loses her job, her house and now she's dead broke. She has no other option than to go to her step brothers for help. she's dreading the very idea of living with them under one roof because of how they had bullied her for years, but now they're different, now they're hot and attractive young men, now they're Alpha Kings...now all they want to do is unclothe her and show her what real pleasure is. Unknown to her, she is fated to be their mate. Before her arrival they came together with a plan on how to torture her but now she's here in their arms, all they want is to fuck her without scaring her away. NOT FOR ANYONE UNDER 18

Three months after fleeing my wedding, I unexpectedly ran into my ex-fiancé at a high-society gathering in the capital. Out of the blue, someone asked me, "Teresa, I saw on social media that you're getting married again?" "Ms. Carter, when can we celebrate your big day?" Smiling confidently, I replied, "Next month." In an instant, everyone began congratulating me and Daniel. After all, everyone knew he had been my fiancé. After the party, Daniel cornered me, his tone sharp. "You're the one who ran away from the wedding, and now you're the one rushing to get married? Do you think this is funny?" I found his reaction amusing. Fixing him with an icy stare, I said with a faint smirk: "Who said my new groom is you?"

I had poured my heart into planning the perfect wedding—for my female client. Then I turned a corner and saw her kissing my boyfriend at the stairwell. He chuckled softly. "No wonder you're my wife. You're stunning." She let out a soft laugh. "Your little secret girlfriend still does not know you're marrying me. She actually wished me happiness—can you believe it? So… when are you planning to tell her?" He tilted her chin and said, "Didn't we agree? Once we're married, we each live our own lives. Teresa is the love of my life. I hope you'll keep your mouth shut." She gave a snort of laughter and yanked playfully on his tie. "Relax, babe. As long as you keep treating me right, I won't stir up trouble." I felt like I had plunged into an ice bath. Face pale, hands trembling, I picked up my phone and texted my mentor: [I'm ready to take the transfer to Luminous City.] The reply came not long after: [Three days from now. We'll go together.]

Love is a beautiful feeling. It's uncontrollable, gentle, satisfying and worth living up for. It is crazy when you fall for someone you shouldn’t have, especially when you’re already engaged to someone. True love? Friendship? Likeness? Crush? All of these leave you in awe when you get stuck between two people. When mistakenly you commit your life to a wrong person and fall for the right one, you’re left in a fix and the only thing left to do is leave it to fate.

"You’re not my mate," he said, loud enough for the whole pack to hear. "You’re just an omega. Nothing more." He didn’t reject me. Not officially. That would have been too easy. No, Kade left the bond burning between us, torturing me with every breath I took. He touched other women in front of me. He smiled at them, whispered things against their throats, while I stood there, aching, pretending I didn’t care.

Issue d’une famille recomposée, Chantelle a grandi en marge, élevée avec amour par sa grand-mère après la mort de sa mère. Écartée par son père Gérard, dominé par sa nouvelle épouse Rhonda, et reléguée derrière Mégane, sa demi-sœur prétentieuse, elle a appris à survivre dans le silence. Lorsque sa grand-mère tombe gravement malade, un diagnostic sans appel bouleverse son quotidien. N’ayant ni soutien familial ni ressources suffisantes, Chantelle accepte une proposition inattendue : 100 nuits contre un million d’euros, avec un homme riche, dont elle ne connaîtra jamais l'identité. À chaque rencontre, l’homme porte un masque, garde le silence, et ne lui laisse que des transferts bancaires anonymes et un parfum entêtant comme souvenir. Un jour, contrainte par son père de participer à un dîner familial, Chantelle découvre avec stupeur le fiancé de Mégane : Collen Wilkerson, PDG froid et inaccessible du puissant groupe où elle travaille comme simple employée. Dès leur rencontre, elle est troublée. Un détail la foudroie : son parfum. C’est exactement celui de l’homme masqué avec qui elle a partagé douze nuits et il en restait quatre-vingt-huit.

My husband, Martin, was the head of a powerful mafia don. When his widowed sister-in-law, Tricia, got into a car accident, I was forced to give her a blood transfusion. I told them through tears that I was newly pregnant and too weak to donate, but they accused me of faking the medical report. “You were out running just last week. Now you’re claiming you’re pregnant when you’re asked to donate some blood? You just don’t want to help Tricia!” In the end, they drew my blood by force. The strain caused me to miscarry, and while I bled out, my husband stayed by Tricia’s side. After that, I didn’t beg him to return. I dragged my broken body away, left the divorce papers behind, and left him for good. However, when the truth finally came to light, Martin lost his mind with regret.