Sans The Skeleton

Ils s’aiment comme on se noie : sans retenue, sans air, sachant que chaque vague les rapproche du fond. Leurs jours sont des nuits blanches, leurs caresses des batailles, leurs silences des aveux trop lourds. Puis un matin, sans un mot, elle part. Non par lassitude, mais par lucidité. Certains incendies sont trop beaux pour devenir des cendres. Elle emporte l’incendie entier dans sa poitrine. Une cicatrice à vif qui, désormais, éclaire toutes ses nuits. L’amour passe. L’intensité, elle, demeure.

Twenty-three years old Anna Mackenzie looks like a normal young woman in the city of New York, but beneath her surface is a scared broken girl with a dreadful past she must keep hidden; even as the smell of chaos and doom tries to drown her. One night in her sorry attempt to get away from it, she bumps into Caden Gallagher, playboy and the blunt heir to Gallagher's gallery who has his skeleton hidden in his closets, and who eventually becomes her boss. Their hatred and inability to stand each other don't create a barrier to work. An inconvenient event leads to a temporary alliance that blooms into friendship and later love. But the past comes knocking on both their doors and it doesn't take them long to realize that was coming to knock them down.

Drake was in all ways an alpha man. The best basketball player the town got and the Greek god of the female species. But even Drake was human alright and he also got enough skeleton in his cupboard locked faraway until he meets her his mate the coach's baby sister who came making all hell loose.Jemima was an underprivileged lady who held her head high never backing down, not even the alpha Drake could. Even when things got a little spicy from love at first sight 'to 'one-night stand 'then 'a hate-love relationship'.Drake was all the luck Jemima needed to a better life while Jemima the salvation and fire Drake needs to keep his passion for basketball burning despite his demons. Expect ecstasy twirled with passion at its peak.

« Quelques instants suspendus dans le temps, quelques instants durant lesquels elle veut croire que tout est encore possible, mais elle voit l’avion s’éloigner sans qu’il l’ait rejointe. Un cri strident déchire le silence, son propre cri sans doute, puis le noir. Le noir absolu. Combien de temps est-elle restée allongée là, en plein soleil, abandonnée de tous ? »

« Cette nuit je te transformerai et tu deviendras ma reine pour l'éternité. » Dans un monde où vampires et humains vivent côte à côte, les secrets sont plus dangereux que les crocs. À seulement 19 ans, Sérafina vient tout juste d’être transformée en vampire. Elle n’a encore rien compris à cette nouvelle existence… quand tout bascule. Le redouté Clan du Serpent, l’un des clans vampires les plus puissants, la choisit soudainement comme leur reine. Sans explication. Sans préparation. Sans lui demander son avis. Pourquoi elle ? Alors qu’elle tente de survivre à ce nouveau rôle et aux complots qui l’entourent, un prince des démons aussi séduisant que dangereux apparaît dans sa vie. Mystérieux, provocateur, insupportable… et étrangement attiré par elle.

Elle pensait avoir touché le fond. Un café minable, une tante droguer, des journées sans fin à survivre dans l'ombre. Mais le pire n'était pas encore venu. Il est apparu, vêtu de rouge et de silence, avec le pouvoir d'un roi et le cœur d'un monstre. Sans choix, sans issue, elle s'est retrouvée prise au piège d'un mariage arrangé, dans une maison où chaque regard est une menace, chaque sourire un mensonge. Il veut un héritier. Elle veut sa liberté. Mais entre la haine, le désir et la douleur, les règles ne tiennent jamais longtemps. Et quand l'amour naît là où il ne devrait jamais exister, tout peut basculer.

: Léa, une jeune femme ordinaire, se voit obligée d’épouser Aiden Knight, un milliardaire froid et impitoyable, pour sauver l’entreprise familiale de la faillite. Leur contrat : rester mariés un an, sans sentiments. Mais quand Léa découvre qu’elle est enceinte, elle fuit sans rien dire. Cinq ans plus tard, Aiden la retrouve — et découvre qu’il est père. Entre vengeance, passion et secrets, Léa doit choisir : fuir encore ou affronter celui qu’elle n’a jamais cessé d’aimer.

Barbara travaille dans un cabinet juridique le jour, mais la nuit… elle vide son sac dans le micro de son téléphone. Sans filtre, sans fioritures, elle enregistre ses pensées les plus crues, ses blessures mal cicatrisées et ses histoires de mecs pas toujours très glorieux. C’est brut, c’est drôle, c’est un peu triste parfois… mais c’est toujours vrai. Bienvenue dans la tête de Barbara Dolce. Attention, ici, on ne joue pas les saintes - on dit tout.

Twenty-two-year-old Athena Paulsen’s life is a never-ending tragedy, but on the surface everything seems fine. A fine daughter, dependable sister, successful entrepreneur and renowned doctor. She is the envy of the town. But if you pull the curtain called skin and peep a little deeper you will see the reality: a scared girl who has nowhere to hide. Andrew Knight is a dashing and ruthless businessman akin to his last name. He would go to any lengths to get what he wants and stroke his massive ego. From the moment Athena stepped into his life it was never the same again. Initially he hated her but slowly her intelligence and kind heart melted away the Knight’s armour. Not all was rosy in the paradise. Athena’s past and the complex situation of both their familial ties was soon coming back to bite them hard and shatter their dreams of “happily ever after”. What is the big secret? Why is Athena trying to run from her past? What does the future hold for both of them? Every person has a skeleton in their closet.

My African American Mom married a rich Japanese man. As I moved the skeleton of my new bed next to the window, I felt a gaze focused on me. Outside my window, was the house next door. The house shape was similar to ours, so it also had a window facing mine at the same level. Standing there on the other side was a skinny Japanese boy. As soon as I laid eyes on him, he stiffened, then shyly smiled and waved. His hair was all over the place, seeing him in his tanktop I thought to myself that he must've just rolled out of bed. But wasn't it the afternoon already? The boy says something but of course I can't hear him with my window closed so I slide it open. "Eto....hi." He tried in English. If someone were to tell me later I'd come to care about him deeply, I'd find that hard to believe. For as long as I could remember I've always felt empty. And that emptiness, I hid on instinct.