Silence Wench

L'hiver de décemebre , apportait tout en moins l'intimité de la mais close , et au dehors avec la monotomie et silence de la neige amoncelée ,la paix, une grande paix pour Candice ,jeune écrivain en voyage vers les Etats-unis ,dans l'espoir de dénicher un contrat ,auprès d'une grande maison d'édition ,mais sur place ,elle se heurte à des refus ,et se retourne vers un acteur d'Holywood Brad , et lui proposa d'écrire l'un de ses scénarios susceptible de nouvelle essor à sa carrière . jusqu'au jour oú ils découvrent ensemble la chaleur d'une amitié profonde .

I should have known.” Teresa burst into laughter. “Mom, what's wrong?” Irene asked curiously. Teresa's grip on my hands was too tight. I tried to remove her hands but she pulled me back . “ Natasha Blake here is pregnant.” My eyes widened at Teresa's words. “WHAT!!” Irene growled. “Aunt…you..are.. mistaken.” I shook my head. I can't be pregnant, this is not supposed to happen to me not now!! “WHO IS THE FATHER!!” Teresa growled in annoyance. “I'm not…pregnant Aunt Teresa.” I tried to deny it. “You wench!!” Irene slapped me across the face. “I'm…saying…the truth.” I tried reasoning. “Fine.” Aunt Teresa stopped Irene from hitting me again. Natasha finds her mate on the mating ceremony day but is rejected and threatened. Fate seems to be playing tricks on her, and she gradually loses everything she has, but the moon goddess has left her a bigger surprise…….

Mienne à jamais Résumé Comment ne pas se muré dans un silence total si on n'est tout le temps sur le qui vive,quand on vit dans la peur,quand on se fait torturée, battue par différents hommes,quand on n'est complètement détruite,et surtout quand on n'est réduite au silence?C'est le cas de Juliette une jeune adolescente de 17 ans qui était pleine de vie,et heureuse avec ses parents.Mais son calvaire commençait quand la vie lui arrachait ses deux parents et qu'elle s'était retrouvée avec son oncle parternel qui l'a haïssait à un t'elle point qu'il l'a vendit à un riche Américain comme une marchandise. Sept longue années à vivre le martyr la jeune femme était devenue muette volontairement,elle était brisée de l'intérieur,détruite, et n'attendait plus rien de sa misérable vie. Habituée à être maltraitée comme une malpropre elle ne ressentait plus aucune émotion ni aucun sentiment et son voeux le plus cher était que la mort vienne l'a cherché. Elle continuait à supporter les différentes tortures de la part de son geôlier jusqu'au jour où elle fut amené par un mafieux riche au regard d'acier très dangereux, froid,impassible, implacable,plein de pourvoir ,dominant et autoritaire à l'insu de son geôlier. Sans broncher elle acceptait de le suivre sans savoir si il allait l'anéantir encore plus ou l'a sauvé. Quel sera son sort avec ce mafieux ? Allait t'il l'aidé à guérir ou allait t'il l'a finir?

My mother fell critically ill and was rushed to the hospital. Desperate, I knelt before my fiancé—the department's chief surgeon—and begged him to take charge of her operation. But outside the ICU, he was carefully tending to a scraped knee. Lucy Wendell's scraped knee, to be exact. Just as I was drowning in hopelessness, Cameron Mitchell—the hospital director and my childhood friend—pushed open the operating room doors and handed me a marriage proposal. "Marry me, and I'll personally perform your mother's surgery." With trembling hands, I signed my name, clinging to the last shred of hope that she could be saved. But she never made it through that stormy night. Cameron handled all the funeral arrangements himself, and our wedding proceeded as scheduled. Seven years later, in the hushed silence of the hospital archives, I overheard Cameron speaking with the deputy director. "Cameron, why did you transfer your mother-in-law's organ to Lucy's mother during that surgery? Weren't you afraid of getting caught?" "I owed Lucy," he replied. "If I hadn't hesitated back then, Lucy never would've chosen medical aid work in Africa… and her mother wouldn't have fallen ill from the grief."

He was born to lead and never questioned. While she was born to fight and never obey. When fearless troublemaker Raven Scott is forced into a fake engagement with arrogant billionaire Dean Kingsley by their powerful families, sparks don’t just fly they explode. He’s used to control, silence, and absolute obedience. She’s built on rebellion, fire, and brutal honesty. They hate each other’s guts but have no choice but to play the perfect couple to protect their inheritance. Behind closed doors, they clash like fire and gasoline. But hate has a wicked way of turning into something else. And the most dangerous game of all... might just be love.

A three-year prison sentence couldn't break her. A ruthless family couldn't silence her, her boyfriend's betrayal didn't break her. Now she's married to his father, a powerful man who promises to help her reclaim her mother's company. Will Lexi Thompson's quest for revenge destroy everything she's fighting for or will she find justice before it is too late?

When my best friend died, his wife, Mia Lewis, was eight months pregnant. Mia said she didn't want her baby growing up without a father. I owed my best friend my life. He saved me, literally pulled me from death's door. So I stepped up, marrying Mia and raising their son as my own. Mia loved her career, so I quit mine. Traded my job for diapers and school runs. For seven whole years, I cooked, cleaned, folded laundry, and handled the housework. Rain or shine, sickness or health, I was there—every single day. Mia, though? She stayed cold, distant. Her warmth only surfaced in the bedroom—and even then, it was a flicker, never a flame. Just soft sighs and breathy murmurs, like she was playing a role she couldn't wait to finish. Afterward, she would quietly check the condom, as if she couldn't trust me. Then came New Year's Eve. A snap. A tear. A broken condom. Her fury struck like a thunderclap. She locked me out on the balcony, left me standing in the freezing rain, soaked to the bone as the wind howled like a wounded beast. Teeth chattering, I shivered as I watched the door like a dog, waiting to be let in. Then I saw him. Our boy, Ethan Bailey. Six years old. My son, at least in name. He came running with an umbrella in his hand. For a second, my heart leapt. 'Maybe, just maybe…' But he didn't even look at me. Just walked past in silence and handed the umbrella to the nanny heading out. Right then and there, something inside me cracked. I knew it was time to go.

“You fuckers, I thought you are genuine to me but here, I loved one person but shared by two, how hilarious” Amethysta shouted desperately while the Dempsey twins stayed silent. A pearl of tears streamed down her cheeks and blurred her vision in no time. Princess… Isaias stepped forward to hold her in his embrace but Amethysta stopped him and gave him a death glare. “Listen to us Angel, I know we made a mistake by fooling you all these days but believe us Angel, We love you” Icarus pleaded with glossy eyes. A blood-craving monster was pleading with a girl which is something unbelievable but true. “OK leave it, You fooled me because you two loved me, but you approached me for my father. Now deny it, will you?” Amethysta asked while wiping her tears harshly. Dempsey twins shared a glance and their silence proved the answer Amethysta wanted. Her words choked on her throat and the overwhelming emotions pooled out of her heart. “It's over between us, don't show your faces to me in the future” She threw a diamond ring and the chain on their face walking away. The bloodthirsty Alphas now bow to the queen of their heart who they played with. But none know what the future holds for them.

Chloe Greyson’s life was shattered when she learnt she wasn’t the true heiress of the Greyson family, but rather a girl swapped at birth. Cast out, blinded by a brutal attack, and later saved by Dan Sawyer, Chloe believed she found salvation in marriage. But Dan only wanted her for her blood—a perfect match to keep his comatose lover, Sofia, alive. Now, after three years of enduring this loveless marriage, Chloe has had enough. Discovering she is pregnant, she seeks a divorce, only for Dan to shockingly agree—because Sofia has finally woken up. As luck would have it, Chloe's real family—the affluent and powerful Westbrook family—found her and revealed that she was their long-lost daughter and the key to a hidden legacy. Dan, realizing his mistakes, tries to get back to Chloe despite Sofia’s effort to keep him to herself. But things got complicated when Chloe accidentally met Leo King, a mysterious Mafia boss who happens to be her ex's uncle, in a less-than-ideal situation. Gradually, sparks began to fly between them and soon, she realized he was her ex's uncle. Meanwhile, Chloe’s newfound family harbours secrets that could either aid her in her quest for justice or destroy her all over again. Torn between avenging her past and loving again, Chloe must choose between silence and secrets or opening her heart to a new love amidst a web of deceit and betrayal, all while navigating her newfound family's secrets and Dan's attempts to win her back.

La vidéo de la demande en mariage de mon petit ami à sa secrétaire a fait le buzz, tout le monde s'est écrié que c'était romantique et touchant. La secrétaire a même écrit une publication sur Instagram : « Je t'ai enfin attendu, heureusement que je n'ai jamais abandonné. M. Robert, prenez soin de moi pour le reste de la vie. » Les commentaires fusaient : « Ils vont si bien ensemble, la secrétaire et le PDG, c'est le couple le plus mignon ! » Je n'ai ni pleuré ni crié, j'ai simplement éteint le téléphone en silence, et je suis allée chercher mon petit ami pour lui demander une explication. Mais j'ai entendu sa conversation avec un ami : « Je n'ai pas le choix, si je ne l'épouse pas, sa famille la forcera à épouser un homme qu'elle n'aime pas. » « Et Emma ? C'est ta vraie petite amie. Tu n'as pas peur qu'elle soit en colère ? » « Et alors ? Cela fait sept ans qu'Emma est avec moi, elle ne peut pas me quitter. » Plus tard, nous nous étions mariés le même jour. Les voitures de mariage se sont croisées, et au moment où les mariées échangeaient leurs bouquets, il m'a vue dans l'autre voiture… et il a complètement craqué.