Torturée Par Mes Jumeaux Compagnons

She couldn't love him. His heart didn't belong to her. It belonged to another woman; one that had loved him for years. And in her heart, the heart that he was slowly stealing with each sweet word and every act of kindness, she knew he loved that woman still. Maybe she would have hated him longer if he had been anything like his mother. The woman who forced her into this marriage by threatening her sister's future. But he wasn't. Samuel Madden was everything she dreamed of ending up with but settling for him might mean settling for half. Half of his heart, half of a family, half of a husband. He had everything planned. The ring, the house, the way he'd ask the woman he loved to marry him. But with one word from his mother, threatening to ruin her life, he found himself at the altar, saying void vows to a woman he met only a month ago. He was ready to settle and wait until he was free again, but Kali Hastings wasn't an easy woman to dislike. Sure, she had flaws, but they were nothing compared to her tender heart and perky personality. Now, he was falling for a woman who was daily conquering more and more of his heart. But at what cost? There was more connecting them than even she knew. A truth that had been buried in his family since he was born. Would she still want him when she found out the truth?

Andrea Laurence had it all, the glamour the perfect fiance, and her dream job that was until her fall from grace. Now she is untouchable no one in the corporate world will hire her. Those are the rules. Corbyn Emerson has never been one to follow the rules, especially when he plays the game. He needs Andrea to take down his enemy who just so happens to be Andrea's ex-fiance and doesn't expect to be so enthralled by her fiery no-nonsense personality. Soon he finds out that she knows how to play the game just as well as him, there is danger, blackmail lies galore, and maybe before they realise it a forbidden sort of love they both decided to ignore. As they play with each other's hearts, from unwilling co-conspirators to something more, are you willing to play the game?

After an 800-meter run, I hide under the blanket to use the vibrating massager. At that moment, Uncle Theo barges into my room and asks coldly, "Does it feel that good?" I nod vigorously. The massage really does feel wonderful. Later, he yanks off his tie and uses it to bind my wrists. "It's too small and slow. Try me instead." I can only stare at him in bewilderment. But Uncle Theo, it's just a massage gun!

Adelia tidak pernah menyangka akan menjalin hubungan dengan Agus—kakak iparnya sendiri, hingga hamil. Dia tidak tahu harus bagaimana menjalani hidup ke depannya. Apakah Agus akan bertanggung jawab atau justru meninggalkan dirinya?

Bella sangat mencintai Raffi, tetapi sayangnya pria itu tidak memiliki rasa yang sama terhadap Bella. Dia selalu mengatakan kalau hanya menganggap gadis itu sebagai adik kandungnya. Merasa tidak memiliki harapan dengan Raffi, dia memutuskan untuk menerima perjodohan yang ditawarkan oleh Sindi, adik kandung Raffi. Siapa sangka, lelaki itu ternyata adik kembar Raffi, Raffa Dirgantara.

Preston High was supposed to be my chance at a better life. Instead, I’m the scholarship girl, the outsider everyone whispers about. Every hallway stare reminds me I don’t belong. I’ve spent my life surviving, not feeling. Love? I don’t even know what that means. Then Asher sees me, the quiet boy with kind eyes who makes me feel safe for the first time. But just as I start to breathe again, Adrian crashes in, the arrogant bad boy who rules the halls with his smirk and dares me to feel things I don’t understand. Two hearts. Two risks. One choice. Preston High is testing more than my strength… it’s testing my heart. And when the truth finally forces me to choose, one question remains: will I discover what it means to be loved, or will I lose myself trying?

From warring packs, fire and ice collide—destined for passion, danger, and forbidden love. Their intense connection sparks a heat that threatens to ignite their worlds. As secrets and conflict threaten to tear them apart, they must choose: love that defies all odds or succumbing to the chaos around them. Will their love triumph over the flames of war?

Every person is unique. We might not have control over the things that distinguish us, DNA and all, but we are also formed by personal experience and the environment that grooms us. Lina, a girl who is extraordinary, meets Ashton who is astounding and they have a connection. Although there are some puzzles that have to be solved and obstacles they need to clear, they get together to fight all those and still come out on top. They manage to restore some things that were changed in the past, took down a stumbling block that proved to be a big obstacle in their interaction. Facing all these troubles brought them closer and formed a formidable bond that proved hard to break through difficult situations. A love that managed to withstand the differences between them.

Mes deux amis d'enfance avec qui j'ai été fiancée sont tombés amoureux de Yseult Calvet, la fille adoptive de ma famille. Pour gagner son affection, ils m'ont fait raser la tête et m'ont enfermée sur la station de ski pendant toute une nuit… Par respect pour les souhaits de mes parents, j'ai tout enduré. Mais un jour, alors qu'Yseult s'était coupée un doigt en coupant des fruits, ils m'ont forcée à donner 2000 ml de mon sang pour elle. Je pleurais et suppliais, mais ils m'ont répondu que c'était la punition méritée pour l'avoir maltraitée. J'en ai eu assez et je me suis tournée vers leur frère aîné. Finalement, ceux qui ne cessaient de dire qu'ils voulaient rompre avec moi sont venus pleurer à mon mariage, regrettant amèrement leur décision…

Je suis morte le jour où je devais recevoir la médaille du service distingué de la meute. Trois heures après ma mort, mes parents, mon frère et mon compagnon venaient de terminer la fête de remise du diplôme qu'ils avaient organisée pour ma sœur. Pendant que ma sœur Élise publiait une photo de famille chaleureuse sur Instagram, j'étais enfermée dans notre sous-sol, appuyant sur mon téléphone avec ma langue pour appeler à l'aide. La seule personne qui a répondu était mon compagnon, Richard. Tout ce qu'il a dit, c'était : « Sophie, arrête de faire des histoires. La fête de remise du diplôme d'Élise est importante. Assez de crises de colère ! » C'était la quatre-vingt-dix-neuvième fois qu'ils faisaient cela. Je gisais dans une mare de mon propre sang, les poumons immobiles. Ils pensaient que je faisais juste une scène, que je me cachais quelque part, que s'ils me donnaient une leçon, je reviendrais en rampant. Mais ils ne savaient pas, j'étais à la maison tout ce temps. J'étais déjà morte.