Une Limonade

Yūri: I was raised in this world of shadows, violence, and blood. It isn't the life I would choose, but I don't get a choice. I'm my father's only child and heir. I've been groomed to lead our clan's yakuza. I want to be free. And one way or another, I'm going to be. I just need to get away from my family and avoid the sexy detective who's on my tail. Hibiki: This case could make or break my career. I'm pretty sure my captain gave me the Kitsune case just to see me fail. No one has been able to catch her, and now I'm expected to. It would be easier to focus on the case if I could stop daydreaming about that naked protestor. I didn't even get her name. This book is a prequel/sequel to The Princes of Ravenwood. You do not need to have read The Princes of Ravenwood to enjoy this book, but it is encouraged. Ravenwood Series Reading Order: Book 1 - The Princes of Ravenwood Book 2 - Chasing Kitsune Book 3 - Expect The Unexpected Book 4 - Out Of My League Book 5 - Man's Best Wingman

My wife—Nancy Valente—had been "missing" for three months after some fake skiing accident. I spotted her at a bar. She was draped over Finley Bennett's shoulder, laughing like she hadn't wrecked my life. "Good thing you came up with this plan. I almost forgot what freedom felt like." Her crew kept clinking glasses, asking when she planned to pop back up. She glanced down. "Maybe in a week. I'll show up once he's lost his mind." I stayed in the shadows, watching her bask in her little escape act. Then I grabbed my phone and called a buddy at the Vital Records Office.

Malam itu Anisa mengalami kecelakaan dan pendarahan hebat. Meskipun dia segera dilarikan ke rumah sakit, tapi bayi yang dikandungnya tetap tidak bisa diselamatkan. Dan karena dia tetap sudah berstatus melahirkan bayi, Asi nya keluar dan selalu membasahi baju di bagian dadanya. Beruntung saat itu dia sudah cukup akrab dengan dokter yang merawatnya. Dokter itu menyarankan padanya, untuk menjadi ibu susu bagi anak kakaknya. Yang ternyata, kakak dari sang dokter ini adalah Safak, mantan pacar Anisa yang sekarang telah menjadi pengusaha sukses dengan bisnis di mana-mana. Meskipun awalnya terkejut, namun dia tetap menyusui anak dari mantan pacarnya itu, yang telah di tinggal mati oleh ibunya. Lalu, bagaimanakah kisah Anisa dan Safak selanjutnya?

It wasn't until one night when Alex showed up at my doorstep that I finally opened up to him. I told him everything, about the drug business and Johnson's proposal. I could see the pain in his eyes as I explained everything to him. He begged me not to leave him, but I had made my decision. I knew that it was over between us, and I couldn't risk him getting involved in my family's mess. As he left that night, I could feel my heart breaking into a million pieces. I knew that I had to marry Johnson and put an end to this nightmare, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was making a huge mistake. Deep down, I still loved Alex, but I couldn't let my emotions cloud my judgment.

Lila Brown est la paria du lycée, mais elle s'en fiche totalement, tout ce qui l'intéresse c'est ses dessins et ses livres, en se tenant loin des autres et surtout des populaires. Mais lors d'un voyage scolaire à la montagne, la reine des populaires, la grande Eva Lewis vient lui parler. Et elle découvre en elle une personne si différente et belle. Alors toutes leurs certitudes et leurs mondes biens construits s'effondrent.

For nearly five centuries, no child has drawn a first breath. The Creator sealed the womb of the world, and humanity learned to live without its future. But in the depths of Triune, another kind of genesis rose. From the Middle comes a child with power and lineage to rival the Creator. Not born, but woven. Not raised, but awakened. Bodies shaped by design. Souls coaxed from silence. Each one a crafted echo of what humanity once was. Those who survive their emergence ascend to the Upper. Those who falter are reclaimed by the dark. On the night meant to mark their passage into adulthood, five friends stumble upon a truth older than scripture and sharper than prophecy: The first humans were not what they were told. The gods were not who they claimed to be. And the Children of Triune were never meant to ask why. Some truths don't set you free, they come for you.

When my mother won a million dollars from a lottery ticket, she prepared an envelope for each of her three children. After we opened them, my younger brother and younger sister each found a bank card inside. But from my envelope, two 1-dollar coins clinked onto the floor. Seeing me freeze, a trace of unease flickered across Mother's face. "Cassian," she said hesitantly, "Logan and Sienna suffered a lot growing up because your father passed away so early. So I gave each of them 500 thousand dollars as compensation. "You're the eldest son—like a father to them. Don't fight with them over this, okay?" I glanced down at the faded down jacket I had worn for years, the fabric so worn that it had lost its color. Then, my eyes drifted to my younger brother's limited-edition sneakers and to the designer bag slung over my sister's shoulder. Mother seemed to have forgotten that when Father died, I had only been eight. I smiled faintly. "Alright. I won't fight them for it." Hearing this, Mother let out a long breath of relief. The next second, my voice turned cold. "Then I won't fight for the responsibility of supporting you in your old age either."

Randy’s mother, Monica, was on her dying bed. Her only wish before she died was for him, my alpha boyfriend, to perform our marking ceremony before she passed. When Monica looked at him eagerly, Randy agreed to mark me. But after we left her room, Randy said that he was going to marry Alina. “Alina’s mother is critically ill. She also wants to watch her undergo the marking ceremony before she passes. We can wait a little longer before we conduct our own marking ceremony, Emma.” “But what about your mother? She wants to witness us undergo the marking ceremony too!” “My mother can hang in there a little longer. Don’t worry.” Randy then grabbed the ring that Monica had given to me. It had acted as a symbol of me being her daughter-in-law, but Randy gave it to Alina. Unbeknownst to him, Monica was already at Death’s door, and she was feigning a picture of health in front of him. On the day Monica passed away, Randy performed the marking ceremony with another woman. After I made preparations for Monica’s funeral, I vanished from Randy’s world. To my surprise, he started begging me to become his mate after I left.

Dans les forêts mystérieuses de l'Ardenne, la meute des Écailles de Lune, dirigée par l'Alpha Lorcan, lutte pour préserver l'équilibre fragile entre humains et loups-garous. Hanté par un passé tragique et une prophétie oubliée, Lorcan doit constamment réprimer la bête en lui tout en protégeant sa meute. La paix est menacée par la Confrérie des Traqueurs, un groupe fanatique renaissant de ses cendres, déterminé à éradiquer les lycans. Dirigée par un inquisiteur impitoyable assoiffé de vengeance, la Confrérie a découvert un artefact capable de corrompre les loups-garous, les transformant en monstres incontrôlables. Pour contrer cette menace, Lorcan doit s'allier à Elara, une historienne humaine dont la famille est liée à la Confrérie. Ensemble, ils cherchent un ancien livre contenant le remède contre la corruption. Leur quête les mène à travers des forêts enchantées, des villes oubliées et des dimensions parallèles, affrontant créatures mythiques et trahisons. Mais la plus grande bataille de Lorcan est intérieure : accepter son rôle d'Alpha et la confiance naissante envers Elara, qui réveille en lui des sentiments depuis longtemps enfouis.

All the relatives knew I had a "backward cousin." For my birthday, she gave me a grocery-store pound cake. When I ran a marathon, she presented me with a pair of worn-out canvas sneakers. At my graduate school acceptance party, she even sent a funeral wreath of white lilies with a sash that read "In Sympathy," wishing me an early departure to the afterlife. In my previous life, I slapped her so hard she tumbled down the porch steps. My brother took her side and plotted revenge, falsely reporting to the university that I had cheated on my SATs. My admission was revoked. "You're so modern. You know how things work," he sneered. "Plenty of people take a gap year. Just apply again." My father also defended her, cutting off all my financial support. "You've had so much schooling. You're so educated," he said coldly. "Support yourself." Alone in a city eighteen hundred miles from home, I fought to survive. I called my brother and my father again and again—only to be blocked. I delivered food while renting a room and studying to reapply. At my lowest, my hands were raw and cracked from frostbite, scrambling for delivery shifts at four in the morning just to earn a small bonus. Worn down by the cold and exhaustion, I suffered cardiac arrest at twenty-three and collapsed in a snowdrift in that unfamiliar city. No one ever came to claim me. This time, I chose to let it go and accepted the wreath with a gracious smile. To fully integrate myself into this family. After all, what is a moment of pride compared to a lifetime's inheritance?