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Alors que j'étais enceinte de neuf mois, le premier amour de mon mari est venue s'installer chez nous sous un prétexte quelconque. Chaque fois qu'elle me voyait, elle se portait la poitrine, feignant une profonde tristesse. Mon mari était convaincu que je faisais exprès de montrer ma grossesse pour la provoquer. « Magali est trop fragile pour avoir des enfants ! Et toi, tu te balades tout le temps avec ton ventre bien visible devant elle, tu l'exaspères ! Sans une leçon, tu n'apprendras jamais ! » Puis, il a donné l'ordre qu'on me ferme dans un grenier abandonné depuis longtemps, interdisant à quiconque de m'apporter de la nourriture. J'ai supplié, lui expliquant que l'échographie montrait que les jumeaux que je portais étaient trop gros et que le médecin avait recommandé que je sois admise à l'hôpital immédiatement. Mais il a éclaté de rire, comme si c'était une blague. Sa voix était aussi froide que la glace : « Tu as encore trois jours avant ton terme ! Ne viens pas jouer la victime ! Va dans le grenier et réfléchis à ce que tu as fait ! Voilà le prix à payer pour avoir embêté Magali ! » Les contractions étaient tellement douloureuses que mes ongles se brisaient, mais personne n'est venue m'ouvrir. Mes cris déchirants résonnaient dans le grenier pendant un long moment. Finalement, je suis morte en couches, avec mes deux enfants, dans ce sombre grenier. Trois jours plus tard, mon mari, buvant une soupe qui ne lui plaisait pas, s'est souvenu enfin de moi. Il a dit : « Demande à Jade de venir me préparer une soupe, puis envoie-la présenter des excuses à Magali. Si elle est sincère, elle pourra aller à l'hôpital pour accoucher. » Personne n'a osé lui répondre, car le sang, qui s'était répandu du grenier, avait atteint la deuxième marche du palier…

Deux jeunes tourtereaux Judicaël et Amen vont connaître une enfance magnifique mais douloureuse pour Judicaël. Suite aux difficultés de la vie il ira en avanture se chercher dans le but de préparer une avenir meilleur. Mais lorsque L'amour veut aller loin il est appelé à passer par les douleurs de la vie. Ils seront confrontés à tous mais leur relation étant basé sur l'amour ils vont triompher contre vents et marées.

Azura is left alone at a young age in a forest filled with horrible creatures. She learns how to survive in this dangerous place, but knows nothing of her past. On a day like any other, she meets someone who will change her life. She finds a family and her destiny, but not without a struggle. She must overcome many obstacles to learn who she is and where she came from. She is sought out by an evil villain who seeks to end her life and who is also the cause of the disease that is killing the forest. She must face him to fulfill her destiny and bring peace to the land and it's inhabitants. Will she succeed or will the villain be triumphant? Keep reading to find out!

They call him the cursed, the devil may cry, the cinders touch. A monster cursed by the Moon Goddess herself, whose touch reduces flesh to cinders. For a century, he’s ruled his shadowed kingdom alone, a king carved from death and darkness. And now, I’ve been thrown to him. A sacrifice. I should have trembled when his cursed hand wrapped around my throat. I should have burned like all the others who dared touch him. Instead, I met his darkness with fire of my own. And when his skin seared against mine, I didn’t turn to ash. I lived.

That night when our heartbeats synchronizes to the candence of music. As the glint of the moon reflects on your scintillating eyes, you grant me a gift. Carmel Loran, she has everything. Fame, beauty and luxury life. But a night ruin her life. What would she do if destiny play with her fate? Will she be able to run away from the chaos that's always running after her? Or she alloted herself to another misery?

Aria was the Luna of the Winter Mist pack, renowned for her achievements in war strategy. Her contribution was crucial in her pack becoming the most powerful in the entire country. Everything in her life should be perfect. ...Except it wasn't. In actuality, Aria's life was anything but successful. She was helpless to the whims of her abusive Alpha mate and his mistress. A mate who never loved her. As she watches their relationship grow, her options are to run away or die trying to keep her Luna position. But this is not the story of how Aria sways his closed-off heart until he finally loves her. No, this is the story of how Aria died. So when she is faced with the opportunity to go back in time and try again... will she take it? ...Or is she fated to relive her mistakes all over again? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...And if I refuse?" I asked hesitantly. "Then you will remain in the Abyss, forever reliving your earthly memories." My mind recalled the images that had just tormented me, showing me my death over and over again. I knew now she must have shown me that strategically so I had a taste of what my refusal would look like. "Then I don't want to be Luna again... and I don't want to be Aleric's mate," I said, surprising even myself that I was bargaining with a Goddess. But I couldn't shake the feeling something seemed off. "That is the fate I have chosen for you." "Then I don't accept," I argued. "I think there is something you're not telling me. A reason why you need me to go back so badly." She was silent, her silver eyes regarding me warily. "...So I am correct," I said, taking her silence as confirmation.

In the underworld littered with only the worst people imaginable, it is very important to know who you can trust and who you can't. Where death is just a breath away and one mistake can cause an all-out war between powerful groups of people, trust is something earned, not given. Eden Maschera, the leader of an organization known as The Aberrants with their signature letter 'A' in all the clubs, restaurants, hotels and everything else they owned, knows this fact. To get where he is, he's had to make many sacrifices. With blood-stained hands, he watched over all the people under him with an iron fist and unwavering ideals. No one knows to be more cautious against other people than him, not after what he's been through. But, all that is thrown out the window when he meets a pretty, naked, black-haired man in a club with who he did not get along instantly. Even though several things happened just in the course of that night. In a world of betrayals, heartbreaks, lies, secrets and death, what will become of the two? Read to find out. Updates every Monday, Wednesday and Friday (GMT+8) P.s. Not my artwork

Three years into my marriage with Dominick, Gia, his stepsister, sent me a video clip out of nowhere. I tapped on the video, only to find Dominick tying his stepsister to the bedpost with the tie I had given him. His stepsister lay naked under him, addressing him intimately. After getting their freak on, they shared an embrace, and Gia cozied up against Dominick and uttered, “I don’t like the ring you bought me. Give it to Luna, and tell her it’s a birthday gift from me.” The next day, I sat in an upscale restaurant and stared at the vacant seat across the table. Suddenly, the Underboss wheeled a massive cake toward me. “Don Costa was called away on urgent business. He sent me to deliver your birthday gift.” The box contained his stepsister’s discarded reject. My phone buzzed with new pictures from Gia. Dominick was at the hospital with Gia for a check-up. Without a fuss, I signed the divorce papers and made preparations for a wedding. “Donna Costa, whose names should I put down as the bride and groom?” “Dominick and Gia.” A week from now, I would show the world the kind of filth the supposed solemn Don had been rolling in with his stepsister.

I'm the fiercest she-wolf warrior in the Pack— but no one wants me as their mate. My stunning twin sister loves to mock me, bragging that she’s about to marry the future Alpha King of this land. Then at the wedding, her groom reaches for my scarred, sword-calloused hand— and asks me to become the Luna Queen?!

Deux frères Seth et Cynthia vont connaître les vicissitudes de la vie mais grâce au bien de leur mère vont bénéficier des grâces passés.