Under The Oak Tree Ch 42

Julia pensait connaître sa vie : un mariage tranquille, une maison élégante, un fils qu’elle chérit plus que tout. Mais derrière les sourires bien appris, quelque chose se fissure. Le silence de Damien, ses absences prolongées, la froideur qui s’installe entre eux… tout devient impossible à ignorer. Peu à peu, un doute s’invite dans son quotidien et transforme la moindre certitude en question sans réponse. Ce qui semblait solide commence à vaciller, et Julia comprend que la vérité, quelle qu’elle soit, pourrait changer bien plus que son mariage.

Gemma Stone is an assassin with a mission. She had run away from home when she found out that her mate— Alpha Brook of Willow Tree Pack— was cheating on her with her best friend. He rejected her and almost killed her for uncovering the secret that night. Gemma had nowhere else to go until she was recruited by a dangerous faction of rogues— the Akari League. Now the Akari League have their eyes on one thing alone: the Wolf throne of the Suro Kingdom. However, the lycan ascending the throne was rumored to be a god with extraordinary powers. It would be impossible to bring him down. But they know his weakness and plan to exploit it. To do this, Gemma is put on the mission. The plan was simple— gain the king's trust and slay him at his lowest. However, there was a slight issue: this Alpha king was Gemma's second chance mate.

My mate's adoptive sister asked me to go for a walk in the mountain forest and we encountered a sudden flash flood. My mate Nathan, the Alpha of Snow Peak pack, rushed to save us. But because we were both trapped on a breaking tree branch above the raging flood, he could only save one person at a time. To save his physically weak adoptive sister, my mate abandoned me - his Luna who was five months pregnant. I begged him desperately to save me. He watched as the flood waters dragged me under. "Sarah has always been weak since childhood. If we leave her here, she'll die." "Your wolf is strong enough to swim, but Sarah can't swim." But after my death, he went mad.

Mariée depuis trois ans, Clara n'a toujours pas réussi à gagner la faveur de Léo. Après un malentendu, elle s'est décidée à divorcer et est retournée chez les Gasmi pour reprendre sa place de jeune dame. Son père faisait le mignon en disant : « Ma chérie, quand vas-tu prendre la relève de mon Groupe ? » Sa mère souriait radieusement : « Viens travailler avec maman en tant que conceptrice ! Avec mon soutien, tu vas réussir et te faire un nom ! » Sa grand-mère avait un air sérieux : « Deviens médecin, puisque tu as une aptitude pour la médecine, ce serait dommage de ne pas être médecin. » Elle a demandé : « Papy, qu'en penses-tu alors ? » Son grand-père qui se mettait à l'aise a répondu : « Et si on se retrouvait chaque jour pour prendre un thé, planter des fleurs et profiter de la vie de retraité en avance, ça te dit ? » Clara pensait que c'était le moment le plus heureux de sa vie, mais qui aurait pensé que ce salaud，qui avait une forte envie de divorcer d'elle viendrait la coller ? « Clara, je regrette d'avoir divorcé de toi ... » a-t-il déclaré En état d'ivresse, ce salaud la serrait dans ses bras, les yeux rouges et la voix étouffée : « Pourrais-tu m'appeler une fois de plus Chéri ? » Elle a souri en coin : « Mon ex-mari, tu manques vraiment de dignité ! » L'ex-mari : « Ma femme privilégie la dignité ! »

Chieftain Kane's not a fighter, But he's about to have the fight of his life. He has to fight his enemies to save the Sung tree from their grasp. He has to fight to be with the woman he wants. Who is to be chieftess of her on tribe and not sure if she wants a mate But the connection they feel for each other is undeniable. Now he has to fight within his own tribe. Their's someone in his tribe working against him undermining he's every move, he has no idea who. As war brews on the horizon, Kane's mother goes missing. Kane set out with his brother Kai a ruthless warrior and Mera through the Skyy Forest to sneak into enemy territory to save his mother. Who and what he finds there gives him the shock of his life.

Olive lost her childhood memory, all she knew was she was named after the tree where Tasio found her, the wolf hunter that lives in the woods, and the one who raised her. As she reached the right age and had her first transformation, she realize the complication she was in. She's a hunter of her kin. But she wasn't only a normal werewolf, she came from a forbidden race, an ancient race of healers, a half-wolf, and a half-witch. Her different eye color represents her witch blood, and her white fur represents her hybrid blood. Only pure werewolves have golden eyes and black or brown fur. She's a half-witch and a half-werewolf but grow up with a wolf hunter. Would her mate accept her? Even after learning that it was her who killed his brother.

When the bodies of two girls are found torn apart in the town of Smiths Hollow, Lauren is surprised, but she also expects that the police won't find the killer. After all, the year before her father's body was found with his heart missing, and since then everyone has moved on. Even her best friend, Miranda, has become more interested in boys than in spending time at the old ghost tree, the way they used to when they were kids. So when Lauren has a vision of a monster dragging the remains of the girls through the woods, she knows she can't just do nothing. Not like the rest of her town. But as she draws closer to answers, she realizes that the foundation of her seemingly normal town might be rotten at the center. And that if nobody else stands for the missing, she will.

Depois de ser empurrada escada abaixo pela queridinha do meu marido, morri de parto no canto da escada do hospital particular da família Moreira. Antes de morrer, meu filho de seis anos chorou, implorando para que seu pai me salvasse. Na primeira vez, Davi Moreira apenas riu com desprezo: — Sua mãe ficou esperta, hein? Usando a criança para bancar a coitadinha e me enganar. E, dito isso, afastou a mão do menino sem nenhuma piedade e foi embora. Na segunda vez, meu filho disse que eu não parava de sangrar. Davi respondeu com impaciência no rosto: — Que exagero... Foi só um aborto espontâneo. Nada demais. Ela que gosta de drama! Depois de expulsar o menino, ele ainda ordenou aos médicos que nnguém deve cuidar de mim. — A culpa é minha por tê-la mimado demais. Sem sofrer, ela nunca vai aprender. Na última vez, meu filho se ajoelhou diante da amante dele, batendo a cabeça no chão, suplicando por mim. Davi explodiu de raiva e mandou os seguranças jogarem o menino, todo machucado, para fora do quarto, enquanto todos riam dele. — Se ousar incomodar a recuperação da Marina mais uma vez, mando sua mãe embora da família Moreira e você nunca mais vai vê-la! Meu filho rastejou até mim, deixando um rastro de sangue no chão. Dessa vez, você conseguiu. Nossos corpos estão frios. Nunca mais nos verá nesta vida.

"A Prince and a Peasant sitting in a tree K I S S I N G ." - unknown. "It's all false." The Prince stared straight into his father's eyes. "I have never laid my eyes on this girl in my entire existence, father." Prince added. "Very well." The King said thoughtfully. "Young lady you have to be punished for having spread falsehood on my son's name but I do sympathize with you considering you are with child." All the people of Acamas had been watching, as this had been done in public appearance. Everyone was in stitches of laughter after the Prince had denied the allegations but even more people who knew Lucia knew that she wasn't one to lie, cheat or even lay with a man before marriage. Lucia knew right there and there that her life was doomed and above all she was a fool. fool. doomed. que sera sera.

On the night of the Benedetto family's Harvest Festival, my Mafia husband, Salvatore, told me to bring our son, Giuseppe, to the family gathering. He said his madre had finally accepted us into the Benedetto bloodline. I was trembling with excitement in our little cottage as I dressed Giuseppe in his finest little suit. He had carved a single wooden rose by hand, a project he'd saved for over five years. He said he would present it to his grandmother at the celebration, a plea for her to accept our place in the family. But the moment we stepped into the stone manor, I saw Carmela. Salvatore had her pinned against an oak barrel in a deep, searing kiss. In the moonlight, her hand was undoing his tie. In front of everyone, Salvatore smiled and gently pushed her away. He walked toward the family members gathered in a semicircle and raised a crystal glass. "Tonight, in addition to celebrating the harvest, I have an important announcement." "I would like to introduce you all to the woman I have married in the eyes of God and the Church." "Miss Carmela Torrino." Before I could even process his words, Giuseppe tore his hand from mine and rushed forward. "Papa, what are you saying?" "Isn't my mother your wife?"