Trop Tard Pour Revenir En Arrière

Cuando llegó el momento de intercambiar los anillos en la boda, mi prometido apenas podía pronunciar el «sí, quiero». Todo porque un antiguo amor había publicado que volvía a estar soltera justo una hora antes. La foto que acompañaba el anuncio era la de un boleto de avión. Su llegada estaba prevista para dentro de una hora. De pronto, mi hermano se adelantó y, sin más, anunció frente a todos que la boda se pospondría. Los dos, bien organizados, me dejaron plantada ahí, en medio de todas las miradas, convirtiéndome en la burla de todos. Yo me mantuve tranquila, mientras veía cómo la exnovia de mi prometido actualizaba su Instagram. En la foto aparecían mi hermano y él, junto a ella, dándole todo lo que se suponía que era para mí. Sonreí con tristeza, respiré hondo, y marqué el número de mis verdaderos padres. —Papá, mamá —dije—, estoy lista para volver a casa… y aceptar el compromiso con la familia Moulin.

[ Entropy Trilogy #1 ] What surprises are waiting ahead of them as their destiny being entangled with each other? What will happen if love and hate collide? Will they be able to melt the rage, the hatred?

Rebeca, la amiga de toda la vida de mi prometido, resultó que estaba embarazada, por lo que, Héctor, para salvar su reputación, decidió casarse con ella. Cuando, sin poder creérmelo, le pregunté qué iba a pasar con nuestro bebé y conmigo, Héctor me respondió con una calma que me dejó aterrada: —Mira, Gabriela, Rebeca no es como tú. Ella solo me tiene a mí en el mundo. No soportaría el escándalo ni los chismes por un embarazo así. Lo que él parecía olvidar era que yo tampoco tenía a nadie más en el mundo, y que nosotros dos también esperábamos un hijo sin estar casados. Tiempo después, mientras todo el mundo se burlaba y decía que el hijo que yo esperaba era un bastardo fruto de la infidelidad... Héctor, junto a Rebecca, se limitaba a observarlo todo con una indiferencia hiriente. Fue entonces cuando comprendí que, incluso en el amor, hay niveles. Así que tristemente decidí abortar a nuestro hijo, que de por sí no era ningún bastardo, para así dejarle el camino libre a él y a su «inmenso amor» por ella.

War. War is all we know. War for peace, war to take, war to protect. War for resources. It is impossible to avoid war because your neighbors won’t. If you are perceived as weak, you will be targeted. Your land and wealth stolen, your people killed, sons enslaved and daughters raped. To survive in this world, more important than oxygen; is strength and a cold heart. The only source of strength are mana veins. He who owns mana veins has the right to live and the right to rule. He who owns mana veins better have the strength to keep it or long life is but a pipe dream. Xasha hated war. War had taken everything from him and gave nothing in return. He hated that all wars were over petty things like pride and pocket change. He always looked to the vast wilderness with longing. He wondered why all the warmongers hadn’t turned their spears there. Where vast lands and untapped wealth were. Once he became a father. Xasha, the naïve, knowledge-loving merchant, decided he did not want his child growing up in the same world he did. He decided to change the world, end all war and unite the abandoned region. How will he do it? By starting a war, a war that will end all wars. Not a war with his neighbors over pride or a few mana veins. No. He will rage against the wilderness and the world beyond.

Durante três anos de casamento, Tatiane Silva suportou em silêncio o mesmo tormento: limpar as sujeiras deixadas pelos casos amorosos de Cristiano Pereira. Até o dia em que, mais uma vez, precisou apagar um escândalo... E, por acaso, ouviu o riso dele na conversa, rindo com outros, zombando do próprio casamento como se fosse uma piada cruel. Naquele instante, Tatiane percebeu que não restava mais nada dentro dela. Nem força. Nem amor. Ela redigiu o acordo de divórcio com as próprias mãos e o colocou diante dele. Cristiano ergueu os olhos e respondeu com a mesma frieza que a vinha matando aos poucos. — Tatiane, na família Pereira existem viúvos... Nunca divorciados. O destino, porém, decidiu intervir de forma impiedosa. Num acidente inesperado, ele a viu ser engolida pelas chamas, sem poder fazer nada. Viu o fogo devorar o corpo da mulher que nunca soubera amar, até restarem apenas cinzas diante dos próprios olhos. E, a partir daquele momento, Tatiane desapareceu da vida dele para sempre. Dois anos depois, ela voltou à cidade A por motivos de trabalho. Quando Cristiano estendeu a mão, ela respondeu com um aperto leve e cortês. Seu sorriso era sereno, a voz firme. — Sou Tainá Oliveira, da família Oliveira de Cidade H. Cristiano ficou imóvel. A mulher diante dele era idêntica à esposa morta, com a mesma voz suave e o mesmo olhar tranquilo. O homem que jurara jamais se casar novamente sentiu a razão escapar por entre os dedos. A partir desse momento, começou uma perseguição quase obsessiva. — Tain, você tem tempo esta noite? Vamos jantar juntos. — Tain, este conjunto de joias ficaria perfeito em você. — Tain... Senti sua falta. Ela apenas sorriu, distante, como se estivesse a um mundo dali. — Ouvi dizer que o senhor Cristiano prometeu nunca mais se casar. Cristiano então se ajoelhou em um dos joelhos. Tomou a mão dela e a beijou com fervor. — Tati... Eu errei. Por favor, me dá mais uma chance?

Rosaline died, and Sean personally put Jane into the women's prison for it. "Take good care of her"— his words made her three years in prison a living hell and even cost her a kidney. Before she went to prison, Jane said, "I didn't kill her," but Sean was unmoved. After her release from prison, she said, "I killed Rosaline, I'm guilty as sin!" Sean was livid as he said, "Shut up! I don't want to hear you say that!" Jane laughed. "Yes, I killed Rosaline Summers, and I did three years in prison for it." She escaped, and Sean scoured the whole world for her. Sean said, "I'll give you my kidney, Jane, if you'll give me your heart." But Jane looked up at Sean and said, "I don't love you anymore, Sean…"

Ce jour-là, j'ai eu une fausse couche accompagnée d'une hémorragie. Le même jour, mon mari a publié une photo des petits pieds d'un nouveau-né dans ses moments de Facebook avec un texte : « Bienvenu dans ce monde, mon petit ange. Papa te protègera toujours. » J'ai composé son numéro de téléphone, les mains toutes tremblantes. « Nous avons perdu notre bébé. Peux-tu venir à l'hôpital s'il te plaît ? » De l'autre bout du fil, le cri d'un nouveau-né a résonné dans mes oreilles, ainsi que la voix impatiente de mon mari : « Il faut que tu acceptes le destin. Prends soin de toi-même. Rose vient d'accoucher et a besoin de moi. Je ne peux pas la laisser toute seule. » Sur ces mots, il m'a raccroché au nez, me laissant m'effondrer seule sur le lit froid de l'hôpital. Après un long moment, j'ai essuyé mes larmes et a appelé le numéro de Louis Dulac, un grand rival de mon mari. « Épouse-moi et je t'apporterai toute la famille Dubois en dot. Tout ce que je te demande est de faire tomber Joseph Fouquet. Es-tu partant ? »

Abused and sold by her stepfather to the Alpha King, Laura finally escapes his clutches only to find herself pregnant with his child. Fleeing into the night, she seeks refuge in the arms of the a stranger which turns to be the Alpha King's mysterious and bastard brother. The Alpha King wants her back, and the bastard brother does not want to let her go. In this game of love, suffering and revenge, secrets are unveiled and troubles are caused. But which of them finally ends up with Laura? Find out in this thrilling book.

It's just supposed to be a part of a game. Amber will apply as a baby maker to the well-known hottie billionaire, Dark Indigo Villacorda. She will be rejected then after that her task is done. But the game went wrong when she immediately got hired. She is a trouble now but everything went even complicated when drop-dead gorgeous Ashton Villacorda, Uncle of Indigo appeared, claiming that he is the father of Amber's child.

Gracie, daughter of Lucifer, was sent to Earth to find her brother who ditched his responsibilities in Hell. Her brother was disguised as a teacher in an elite high school so she went there as a 16-year-old high school student.The only plan was to forcibly dragged her brother back to Hell but things changed when her life turns upside-down. She was tangled in campings, field trips, school plays which she really hated to the hell and back. Between those happenings, she met David, a human with a cold personality but with a very biblical name.David was already engaged with another human but the blame was on her when the girl suddenly died. Because ever since she arrived at that school, killings never stopped but she swears in the name of her father and all her uncles, she did not do the deed.Can she successfully persuade her brother to go back home when all of the happenings in school are not according to her liking?What about David? She liked that damn human.