Sadie Sink Parents

I'm staring at this man who looks exactly like my husband, overwhelmed by fear, as I received a message that read, "He's not your husband!"What's even more bizarre is that the name displayed as the sender of the text on my phone is "My Dear Husband"!Who on earth should I believe?

Après que ma vingtième demande de lien mental ait été ignorée par mes parents, j'ai foncé vers le Conseil des affaires de la meute. Le rapport médical en main, j'ai lancé sans préambule : « Bonjour, je veux renoncer à mon identité au sein de la meute... et IMMÉDIATEMENT ! » Dix minutes plus tard, mes parents ont fait irruption dans la salle, traînant ma sœur adoptive Elsa. Tous les trois avaient l'air terrifié. Mon père, un Bêta, les crocs apparents et les griffes frémissantes, s'est avancé en hurlant : « Tu n'es qu'une enfant gâtée en quête d'attention ! Arrête ton numéro, tu me fais honte ! » Ma mère, médecin légiste de la meute, a arraché mon rapport, y a jeté un coup d'œil et a ricané : « Tu as falsifié ça juste pour qu'on s'intéresse à toi ? Tu as toujours été une menteuse pathologique. » Elsa, accrochée à leurs manches, sanglotait : « C'est de ma faute… Je devrais pas insister pour organiser cette cérémonie de transformation… Je suis désolée, mais Jennifer, arrête de mentir pour manipuler la culpabilité de papa et maman ! » Je me suis calmement essuyé le sang qui coulait de mon nez, me suis redressée et ai répété à la conseillère : « Je n'ai plus de famille depuis longtemps. Effacez toutes mes traces du registre de la meute. Mes funérailles sont dans trois jours, et je veux pas les retarder. »

Of all the pups in the clan, my parents only loved my brother and sister, but not me. When the fire broke in the pack, they hurried into the flames to save their pups, but only took my brother and sister. Left behind, I suffered facial burns and my wolf grew extremely weak. From then on, I lost interest in fighting for their love. Whoever wanted them, could have them. After all, I was already dying. But I did not anticipate their regret. They held my thin frail body and begged: “Could you throw a little tantrum at us again… just once more?”

The heart that I had waited two years for was given to the fake heiress, Diane Bishop, by my husband. The doctor said that I only had a week left to live. So, I decided to undergo cryonics. I donated my body to Diane’s workshop. The day I signed the donation papers, my son threw himself into my arms and exclaimed that I had finally made up with Diane. My parents praised me for finally being a good sister to help out Diane. My husband was pleased when he said that I had finally let go of the grudge and had become more understanding. I chuckled. They were right, I had finally learned my lesson. I would give Diane my identity as the heir of Bishop Corporation and fulfill everyone’s wishes.

La veille de Noël, mes parents m'avaient encore laissée seule à la maison, sous prétexte qu'ils pouvaient tripler leur salaire ce jour-là. Mais après vingt ans à passer chaque réveillon seule, j'en avais assez de cette solitude glaciale. J'ai donc pris des plats que j'avais préparés et je suis allée les chercher. Je ne m'attendais pas à ça : ceux qui prétendaient vouloir gagner un peu plus d'argent sont sortis d'une voiture de luxe, en riant et en tenant par l'épaule un garçon à peu près de mon âge, avant d'entrer ensemble dans un hôtel cinq étoiles. « Papa, maman, vous trouvez ça normal de laisser Camille toute seule à la maison ? » a demandé le garçon. Ma mère a répondu d'un ton détaché : « Ce n'est pas grave, elle a l'habitude. » Mon père a renchéri sans la moindre gêne : « Elle ne peut pas t'arriver à la cheville. Toi, tu es notre vrai trésor ! » Je me suis retournée et je suis partie. Ils avaient feint d'être pauvres pour me tromper, mais cette fois, je n'avais plus besoin de leur présence non plus.

They are coming.Hollyn Parker is running for her freedom. For her life. Born and raised in a community that subjects her to the worst kinds of horrors, she must escape, or she will die.Thrust into a world that is so unlike her own, she finds herself in another prison. At least this one has a set of sexy triplets willing to help her. But the haven they offer isn’t without its own perils.When her old life catches up to her, she must make a choice. Save the men who have sheltered her. Or trust them when they say they can handle her past.Circle of the Stars is created by Sadie Jacks, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Healing others is killing her.Kiema Feuer needs to disappear. Trapped by her parents so they can use her healing magic for their own purposes, Kiema is more prisoner than daughter. But when the cost of escape could mean her life, she’s willing to risk everything to live the life she wants.Her one chance at freedom pits her against the sexy as sin Ransom Kolefni, a man with plans—and magic—of his own. With her window of escape quickly closing, she’s caught between following her heart or a slim chance of survival.Will Kiema be able to trust the man who’s brought her to life? Or will she long for the days of imprisonment?Iron Serpent Chronicles is created by Sadie Jacks, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Mafia: bad guys or heroes?Fierce, loyal, savage, brave. The Amatucci Family controls New Trenadie with an iron fist and they do what needs to be done to protect their own – no matter the cost. You live by their rules, or you die by them. Willow Chase is the adopted daughter of Maria and Angelo Amatucci. Broken by a life she didn’t choose, she finds refuge in the family who saved her. But when that new life is threatened, Ryker Penn – billionaire tech mogul – gets a firsthand introduction to the family who rules his city. New allegiances will form and cause a ripple effect that will be felt by each member of the family. Arturo, Talia, Domenico, Massimo, and Raphael will have their lives tossed upside down and inside out. The women and men brave enough to love them will test their loyalty and their tempers. Lies will be told and secrets will be revealed in this connected series of white-hot passion, bravery, and taking chances when everything inside you tells you to save yourself.

“Sign the contract and your heart, body and soul will forever be mine,” Adonis said, a wicked glint in his eyes. *** I saw the signs coming, but I was blinded by love, and the desire to believe that my marriage was as perfect as it seemed. That all came crashing down when I found my husband in bed with my cousin. The man I thought I knew was a monster. He shattered my heart, my dreams and my life. But I wasn't going to let him get away with it. I was going to make him pay. He had taken everything away from me, and now was my turn to return the favor. That was when I devised a plan to bring his empire crashing down around him. I would get close to his half-brother, Adonis Sandoval, a man as cold and ruthless as the devil himself. They say keep your friends close and your enemies closer. My ex-husband would pay for what he’d done to me, and Adonis Sandoval would be the instrument of his downfall. But it wasn't going to be that easy. Adonis was no fool; he was as dangerous and cunning as they say. But he stirred a desire in me I thought I’d buried, igniting my passion. As we grew closer, my plan for revenge blurred, but I couldn’t forget why I was here. I had already handed my soul to the devil on a contract, and the path I’d chosen was a dark one, but I was no longer afraid of the shadows. I would get my revenge. But at what cost?

That day, my parents and sister who were all working abroad suddenly told me that I was a second-generation rich with trillions of dollars in wealth!Gerald Crawford: I am a second-generation rich?