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"Let me drill this into your head 'cause it seems you're daydreaming," his hand collared her throat tight enough to leave her struggling and kicking her feet to be set free. Tears leaked from her eyes as she fought against his grip. "You're not my Queen, you're not my mate and not my Luna. You're my fucking toy; to hold and to fuck, till you're broken beyond repair and then I decide whether or not to toss you aside," he growled coldly and I shivered from the paralyzing fear of his predatory eyes. "B-But..." She sobbed with nothin else to say. **** He was right. She was nothing more than a toy She was always hated by her father and her stepmom, all cause of the old believe she killed her mom. Her father couldn't pay the debt he owed the most hated pack so his daughter was used to pay the debt. Her life was scattered into pieces which made her almost lost hope on life . She wasn't his wife or queen but just his breeder. Her life was already getting worst by each session and time staying in the dangerous pack of decite and hatred. What would she do now she can't run away from the man who bought her and became her mate?

“I know who you are,” Rebecca said to him, breathing his perfume. He looked into her eyes. “Who am I?" A rebellious tear fell from his eyes. “You're not the tenant that came one day without a penny in his pocket, you're the CEO of the Muriel's company.” She expressed with pain breaking her heart. “We're not very different, Alexander Muriel. I'm the daughter of the mafia king who killed your sister and you're the idiot who took my son away." Rebecca smiled mockingly. Alexander's heart broke. “I should never have looked at you, I shouldn't have loved you.” The tenant's secret tells the story of Rebecca who was kicked out of her house and ran away with her son from her ex-husband who wants to kill her to owe her shares of the company but what she didn't expect to find in her way was a helpless man who had nothing to offer but his protection as a man. Living a double life, Alexander falls for Rebecca in the searching for the killer of his sister without knowing Rebecca is the mafia king's daughter who killed Graciela. Will the love between them be able to surpass any obstacle? Will they be able to forgive each other for their mistakes? Secrets don't last forever and they're going to discover they are not the only guilty ones.

Dans "Ma domestique était une Sorcière", l'auteur nous plonge dans l'univers complexe des relations entre employeurs et employés à domicile. À travers le parcours de plusieurs protagonistes, le récit met en lumière les défis et les malentendus qui peuvent survenir lors du choix d'une domestique. Les lecteurs découvriront que derrière les apparences se cachent souvent des intentions ambiguës et des motivations cachées. Ce livre explore non seulement la dynamique de pouvoir au sein du foyer, mais aussi les préjugés et les attentes qui influencent ces interactions. En fin de compte, "Ma domestique était une Sorcière" incite à réfléchir sur la confiance et la loyauté, tout en questionnant ce que signifie vraiment "faire partie de la famille".

Daniella, une jeune fille de 25 ans, qui depuis l’adolescence adore se déguiser en garçon manqué. Avec un caractère bien trempé , digne d'une fille rebelle, elle se fichait éperdument du mot mariage ce qui rende sa relation mélancolique avec ses parents notamment sa mère qui tente toujours de la convaincre. Sa vie prend une tout autre tournure quand elle fait la connaissance de William Walkers, le beau-frère de sa sœur, le frère aîné de son fiancé qui est un puissant homme d’affaires, grincheux avec des manières sévères , tout l’opposé d’elle. Leur entente n’était pas des plus simples mais Daniella était bien partie pour lui faire voir de toutes les couleurs , des plus dingues possibles.

“If I ever crossed that line with you,” he said, calm enough to chill me, “It sure as hell wouldn’t be because you’re rich.” His thumb brushed my jaw, making my lower lip sag . “It would be when you’re no longer hiding behind any of it.” A second passed “It’d be when you’re flooded up to your eyes with your wetness but still thinking straight enough to plead with me fuck you. It’d be when you’re on your knees begging to have my cock shoved in you in any hole I please,” I released a heavy exhale and he swallowed it up as his lips were mere inches from mine. “It’d be when all that pride finally shuts up.” His eyes dropped briefly, then returned to mine. “Until then, I’ll be here to watch you convince yourself you’re not unravelling under my gaze, to watch you struggle to understand what’s happening to you.” “Fuck you!” I spat “Sure. Whenever you’re ready.” he replied, releasing my neck Raina Cole doesn’t believe in love not after being left at the altar by the man she thought she’d spend forever with. So when her ex invites her to his wedding, she does what any humiliated woman with money and pride would do; she hires the most dangerous man she’s ever met to play her perfect boyfriend. Gorgeous enough to make her ex choke on regret. Only the man she hires isn’t what he seems He’s not a date-for-hire. He’s an assassin sent to end her life. But the closer he gets, the harder it becomes to remember which side he’s on.

When Damien and Guinevere find out, they're each other's fated mate; they're determined to find a way to break their mate bond. After all, the pack Alpha can't be mated to the Pack Traitor's daughter, even if the Moon Goddess has blessed their pairing. There's only one problem, the mating bond pull is hard to resist, and Damien and Guinevere have already completed half of the bonding process.

Chaque nuit à 23h47, Lila reçoit une lettre. Pas d’expéditeur. Pas d’enveloppe. Juste des mots. Des mots qui la connaissent trop bien. Des secrets qu’elle n’a jamais racontés. Des souvenirs qu’elle pensait avoir oubliés. Et toujours la même phrase à la fin : “Ne regarde pas derrière toi.” Qui est-il ? Pourquoi elle ? Et surtout… que cache-t-elle elle-même derrière ses silences ? Entre obsession, amour interdit et vérité dangereuse, Lila va découvrir que parfois… le passé ne veut pas rester enterré.

Ella est une jeune fille de 17 ans vivant une vie presque normale. Elle pensait que son plus gros problème pour sa dernière année de lycée sera de choisir entre ses deux prétendantes tout en essayant de convaincre son père de sauver sa grand-mère mais très vite elle se rendra compte qu'il y a plus grave sur son assiette. Un mystérieux bijoux aux pouvoirs fascinant va vite se mêler à l'équation forçant Ella dans un monde dont elle ne connaissait pas l'existance jusque là.

Darrell after the death of his parents when he was just 8, was taken away from Monaserus for his safety by his uncle Jack . Jack teleported him to Los Angeles to live in an orphanage home, there Darrell was until he was brought back to Monaserus. Darrell has a destiny to fulfill which is to safe Monaserus from the claws of the evilly determined Norma Elspeth, who also is the killer of Darrell's parents.Darrell has to save Monaserus and also avenge his parents death.How far will Darrell go? And do you think he will be able to defeat Norma Elspeth? Alyssa on the search of her true identity falls in love with Darrell and their encounter awakens the secrets of the magical land of Monaserus. It's all about adventure, magic, love and passion. check it out and awaken your soul to the magical mole.:) _________________**________________This story is still under editing so in case you bump into confusing words just bear with me but in case u find anything good enough to improve my story don't hesitate to let me know. I always try to make updates on this story so follow me so you won't miss a thing.Love you guys. ️

Les femmes de ma vie Prologue Né d’un homme sans aucune dignité, sans aucun scrupule, nous avons dû nous enfuir aux aurores d’un beau jour. Je m’en souviens encore. Je n’étais qu’un gamin à cette époque. Avoir de quoi manger pour ma mère était ma seule finalité. voir son sourire était pour moi une bénédiction. Entre vaguer à diverses occupations, je me suis un jour trouver devant cette femme. Cette jeune fille aux yeux luisant, à la peau d’ébène, au sourire envoûteur. Derrière le visage d’ange de ma bien aimé, derrière cette vie de luxe qu’elle vivait, était cachée une jeune femme qui souffrait le martyre. Vendu aux hommes riches et puissant, vendu aux plus offrant, je l’ai rencontré lorsqu’elle n’avait plus espoir. Ibrahim est mon prénom. Je n’ai connu que trois femmes depuis ma naissance. Ces femmes pour lesquelles j’ai dû me battre à en risquer ma vie. Je n’avais connu que la misère depuis ma naissance, cette misère contre laquelle j’ai dû me battre à en risquer ma vie. A tout ceux qui se disent que c’est la fin, sachez qu’on ne peut voir la lumière qu’en persévérant jusqu’au bout du tunnel.