Season 3 Every Witch Way

Five years into marriage, Silvia Serra becomes both Dante Valenti's most lethal weapon and his most invisible presence. She shields him from bullets. She crosses a freezing river for him. Her scars accumulate, and his response is an assumption that it is how things are meant to be. In time, Dante grows repulsed by the violence clinging to her. He derides her lack of charm and gives his warmth to another woman instead. He allows others to grind down her dignity, and with a new lover in his arms, he openly stains her name. Silvia tolerates it so she can continue guarding him. Everyone mocks her as if she's numb to it all, driven away again and again, but never truly gone. Then comes the night of pounding rain. Cast aside without ceremony, Silvia erases every sign she was ever there and leaves with finality. Dante treats it as nothing more than sulking, convinced she will return within three days. Later, the once-untouchable Don was seen on his knees at Silvia's feet, stripped of all pride, begging her to turn back and look at him just once.

Ne trouvant plus d'échappatoire, Chloé Dumont a donc passé un accord avec la mère de Lucien Bernard. Elle a fini par épouser Lucien. Pendant trois ans de mariage, Chloé était douce, obéissante, supportait tout sans jamais se plaindre. Elle est allée même jusqu'à aider Lucien — paralysé des jambes et au caractère explosif — à se remettre debout. Elle pensait naïvement qu'ils pourraient continuer à vivre ensemble, malgré tout. Mais c'était sans compter sur le retour de Jeanne Laurent, la femme qu'il avait toujours aimée. Un jour de pluie torrentielle, sans une hésitation, il l'a abandonnée, trempée et misérable, pour aller chercher Jeanne. Par la suite, il a inventé un déplacement professionnel… alors qu'il emmenait Jeanne à un concert. Pire encore, il l'a ramenée chez eux, flirtait ouvertement devant Chloé… Déçue encore et encore, Chloé a fini par prendre une décision : divorcer. ... La prochaine fois que Lucien recroisait Chloé, c'était à une soirée mondaine. Son ex-femme — autrefois terne et insignifiante — portait une robe de haute couture, elle était rayonnante, gracieuse, d'une élégance à couper le souffle. Mais ce qui le rendait fou de jalousie, c'est qu'elle ne le regardait même plus. Elle souriait à un autre, riait doucement dans ses bras. Il l'a coincée dans un coin de la salle, le regard noir : « Chloé, qui t'a permis d'être avec un autre homme ? » Elle l'a giflé sans hésiter : « C'est qui ce chien qui me colle ? Dégage, ou je porte plainte pour harcèlement sexuel ! » ... Chloé déménageait dans un nouvel appartement et faisait la connaissance d'un voisin calme et bienveillant. Cet homme s'appelait Xavier Marchand. Il lui apprenait à faire confiance, à s'appuyer sur quelqu'un. Avec lui, elle devenait presque une enfant qu'on protège. À chaque obstacle, il était là, toujours présent, solide comme un roc. Leurs rendez-vous, ses déclarations, la demande en mariage, même les moindres détails du mariage… Xavier s'en occupait, tout était pensé pour elle. C'est là que Chloé comprenait : Être aimée, chérie, portée dans le creux de la main par quelqu'un… c'est ça, le vrai bonheur.

This is book 3 in The Royal Wolf Of Zidiah Series. This book can be read as part of the series or as a standalone. Book 1, Alpha Verses Omerian, and book 2, Romerian Alpha's Mate, are exclusive with Goodnovel! Jenna is the pack slave, an Omega with nothing much going for her. Apart from the fact she is Prince Luther Dalgaard's mate. Sadly for Jenna, Luther doesn't want a mate and certainly not an Omega slave. Or so he tells himself. When Jenna is kidnapped and almost killed, Luther knows that he's doing the right thing in staying away, even if it is killing him inside. Jenna knows that she is not worthy of Luther, but the only friends she has, Princess Lillian and Princess Sara, mean the world to her. When Jenna takes matters into her own hands, her world is turned upside down, and the price for her actions is her life. Could Luther save Jenna? Will he even want to? Find out in The Romerian's Unwanted Mate!

Her soul was meant for magic--his born of fire. Aria Blackthrone, heir of the Moonveil Coven, was raised to believe demons were monsters- creatures of temptation and ruin. But on the night of her Awakening, fate brands her with an impossible mark: the bond of a mate. Her mate is no witch. No human. No wolf. He is Kael, a demon bound in chains, feared even in the underworld for his power. To love him is to betray her sisters. To reject him is to lose her soul. But as shadows gather and enemies rise, Aria discoves the greatest danger may not be Kael's darkness... but the fire he awakens in her own heart. A fobidden bond. A dangerous desire. A love strong enough to defy hell itself.

WARNING ‼️ SPG ALERT! May content violence and abusing and more k*lling! If you are 18 years old below don’t read this, please hindi po ito pambata. And if you are old enough, please be responsible.And don’t copy my story maging patas tayo! Plagiarism is a crime! - “ The secret of changes is to focus all your energy, not on fighting the old, but not building the new.” - Ava Olivia Lleva Mikhail Levesque. A.K.A Ciara Savannah Corpuz. ~ Due to the death of Ciara or Ava's parents, she was able to pretend or have two personalities. To find the real culprit in the death of her parents. - Hayah! I’m back again! Sana po magustuhan niyo po si Ciara o Ava.This is an another Mafia Collaboration story with Miss Linnea Dreame, pwede niyo po siya isearch sa Dreame!Salamat po at sana suportahan niyo po ako, Love y’all !!

Sharifa knew about her mother's tragic love story. Her mother was a witch who fell in love with a prince. Sharifa then promised to herself to stay away from humans at all costs. But fate didn't let her. Just like her mother, her heart started to beat irregularly when he saw Ameril. Ameril was a prince, the prince next to the crown. But the love that Sharifa found was loving another girl. She then decided to forget her feelings and move on, but not until Ameril's brother, Keeram, the third prince who was known for being stubborn and cruel, came to her and offered a deal. "You're a witch, right? Then make a love potion and steal my brother's heart." he proposed. Little did they know, their plan was backfiring. "What are you going to do now? Seems like I am the one who's under your spell." he said.

Because I saved my husband during a car accident, I lost my eyesight. He wept, promising to treat me well for the rest of our lives to repay my sacrifice. I cooperated with the treatment wholeheartedly, hoping for a full recovery. But on the day I finally regained my sight, I stumbled upon something that shattered my world. In our marital home, his first love lay beneath him, her flushed face betraying the passion of the moment. Their bodies intertwined, and the air around them thick with stifled moans—a vivid tableau of infidelity. "She's just a blind woman. Why haven't you divorced her yet?" the woman murmured impatiently, her voice laced with disdain as she moved against him. My husband, immersed in pleasure, still mumbled an excuse. "My love, just a little longer. Soon, we'll be together openly…" I turned and left without a word, pretending I had seen nothing. As I walked away, I remembered the witch's sacrificial ritual in the misty forest—only a few days away. My husband's betrayal cut deep, carving wounds I couldn't ignore. I made up my mind to return to the forest, to embrace my identity as a witch once more, and to sever all ties with him. Yet, after I disappeared, word reached me that he was searching for me everywhere like a madman. Rumor had it he had completely lost his mind.

Book 1 Saints and Sinners She was the light to my dark. The saint to my sinner. with her innocent eyes and devilish curves. A Madonna that was meant to be admired but never touched. Until someone took that innocence from her. She left. The darkness in my heart was finally complete. I avenged her, I killed for her, but she never came back. Until I saw her again. An angel dancing around a pole for money. She didn’t know I owned that club. She didn’t know I was watching. This time I won’t let her escape. I will make her back into the girl I knew. Whether she likes it or not. Book 2 Judge and Jury I can’t stop watching her. I’m not even sure I want to. Taylor Lawson, blonde, beautiful, and totally oblivious to how much dangers she’s in. She’s also the one juror in my upcoming murder trial that hasn’t been bought. The one who can put me behind bars for a very long time. I know I should execute her. After all that’s what I do. I am the Judge. I eliminate threats to The Family. And Taylor is a threat. But I don’t want to kill her. Possessing her, making her love me seems like a much better plan for this particular Juror.

รสกลมกล่อม สดชื่นมาก น้ำหวานถูกดื่มจนหมดก่อนจะเติมใส่อีกครั้ง และแล้วมื้อนั้นก็จบลงพร้อมกับความตึงเครียดเข้ามาปกคลุม "เจ้าไปเรียนรู้วิชาทำอาหารพวกนี้มาจากไหน" "เอ่อ ช่วงนี้ข้าชอบอ่านหนังสือ เลยได้เรียนรู้วิธีการทำอาหารจากในนั้น" เธอก้มหน้าซ่อนไว้ ไป๋หู่เองก็ไม่ได้คาดคั่นเอาความต่อ มือหนายื่นไปจับแก้วน้ำผลไม้ ถึงจะไม่มีกลิ่นหอมเท่าชาที่กินประจำ แต่มีเอกลักษณ์ทั้งของคาวและของหวาน เห็นทีต้องเก็บนางไว้ใกล้ตัว "เจ้ามีฝีมือดีเช่นนี้ก็ทำอาหารให้ข้ากินซะ" "ห๋า แล้วท่านกวงจิ้งล่ะคะ" "เหวินเซียวแจ้งให้กวงจิ้งหยุดทำอาหารให้ข้าตั้งแต่วันนี้เป็นต้นไปแต่ยังทำให้เซียนคนอื่นตามปกติ และเลื่อนขั้นให้นางเป็นแม่ครัวของที่นี่แทน" อีกฝ่ายเรียกคนสนิทและสั่งการไป "ขอรับ" ทั้งสามมองตาโตไม่นึกว่านอกจากไป๋หู่แล้วจะมีคนอื่นอยู่อีก "เจ้าจะใช้ครัวที่นี่ก็ได้ข้าไม่ว่าอะไร" ชายหนุ่มลุกขึ้นเต็มความสูง "ค่ะ" "จริงสิ เจ้าชื่ออะไร" "เฟ่ยเฟ่ยค่ะ" หญิงสาวช้อนสายตาตอบนัยน์ตาเป็นประกาย ไม่ว่ายังไงเทพไป๋หู่ก็ยังเป็นคนที่เธอชื่นชอบ

ภาคนี้ย้อนกลับในปัจจุบันอีกครั้ง ตัวละครอยู่ครบทุกตัว ทั้งภาค1และ2 ทุกตัวละครจะชุลมุนวุ่นรัก กว่ารักจะลงตัว