Varis Kız Novels & Stories

J'ai épousé le Parrain Matteo en secret. Chaque fois qu'il couchait avec son amour d'enfance, il me promettait un vrai mariage, devant les Cinq Familles. Pendant cinq ans, Matteo m'a fait cette promesse quatre-vingt-dix-neuf fois. Et quatre-vingt-dix-neuf fois, il m'a abandonnée sur l'autel. La première fois, le chat de concours primé de Cecilia est mort. Pour la consoler, il a reporté le mariage de trois mois. Je suis restée seule sur l'autel, les yeux rouges, essayant de calmer les anciens des familles. La deuxième fois, Cecilia a fait une scène dans un casino et a brisé un vase ancien valant cent millions d'euros. Il a détourné le jet privé prévu pour notre mariage et est parti en urgence pour réparer les dégâts de Cecilia. Et chaque fois, juste avant notre mariage, Cecilia avait une sorte d'urgence. J'ai pleuré. J'ai crié. J'ai même pointé un pistolet sur sa tempe. Mais Matteo me plaquait simplement contre le mur et me faisait taire avec un baiser froid et violent. « Elle n'est qu'une ignorante. Toi, tu es Mme Falcone. Montre un peu de dignité, d'accord ? » Après la quatre-vingt-dix-neuvième fois, j'en ai enfin eu assez. J'ai jeté les papiers sur la table. L'encre était encore humide, le sceau de la famille Falcone apposé en bas. « Notre mariage, notre alliance, c'est fini. »

I married Emory, my fated mate. But he never loved me. His first love, Ophelia, was stricken with the Lunar Blight. Her dying wish, she said, was to have a mating ceremony with Emory, to become his Luna. I refused. From that day on, to Emory and our son Leo, I was nothing but a selfish, cruel woman. Leo would intentionally feed me things I was allergic to. He’d pretend to get lost during the winter hunt, leaving me to search for him in a blizzard for a day and a night until I nearly died… It was all to keep me from disturbing Emory and Ophelia. So when he started crying and throwing a tantrum, demanding I go catch him a Silver-Frost Rabbit from the dangerous depths of the forest at night, I finally said no. “You don’t have to keep making me sick anymore,” I told him. “I won’t bother your father and Ophelia again.” Because I’m terminally ill. My wolf is fading. I’m going to die soon.

J'étais une princesse de la mer. Et dès l'instant où j'ai vu l'Alpha Dominic, je suis tombée amoureuse. Éperdument. Je voulais être sa compagne. Entrer dans son monde. Alors j'ai tout sacrifié de ce que j'avais à la Déesse de la Lune. Mais il m'a enfermée pendant trois jours dans la salle d'isolement de la meute pour que je réfléchisse à ce que j'avais fait. Tout ça parce que je ne me suis pas précipitée pour aider son amie d'enfance, Harper. Lors du banquet de la meute, elle a fait une chute spectaculaire, déclenchant les rires dans toute la salle. Harper a éclaté en sanglots et s'est effondrée dans les bras de Dominic. « Marina doit être jalouse de la façon dont tu prends soin de moi. Elle a utilisé sa magie d'étrangère pour me faire tomber devant tout le monde ! » Quand il m'a fait enfermer, les yeux de Dominic étaient remplis de déception. « Je t'ai trop gâtée, Marina. Et maintenant tu utilises mon amour comme une arme contre mon propre peuple. Trois jours. Quand tu seras prête à te soumettre, tu me contacteras par le lien mental pour t'excuser. Alors seulement je te laisserai sortir. » Mais il ignorait la vérité. La sauge brûlée apaise l'esprit d'un loup-garou. Mais pour une sirène, c'est un poison. La fumée a brûlé mes poumons. Le venin a envahi mes veines. Je me suis étouffée dans cette pièce scellée. Et personne ne l'a jamais su.

Noah Davis is a successful businessman, handsome, but due to a bad experience in love has promised never to believe in love again, however, he is willing to do anything for his son, even marry someone he does not love. Emily Wilson is a young, tender and intelligent woman, but full of economic problems. After moving around several places without finding a good job to help her parents, she decides to become a nanny. With a contract in place, many feelings involved will make Noah and Emily's lives take an unexpected turn. Will they be able to set aside their prejudices and face their feelings? How far will Emily and Noah go for love?

The night Gloria Leach—my husband's ex—died in the rain, he floored it and drove us off a cliff. That's when it clicked. Evan Patterson had always hated me for getting between him and Gloria. Then I woke up, I was back on the wedding day. This time, he didn't even pause. Ditched the rings. Ran straight to her outside the church. I didn't cry. Didn't make a scene. I just called it off. While they turned their reunion into a show, I said yes to someone else. In this life, Evan and I were strangers. Until eight years later. An auction. I placed a no-cap bid on the final item—sapphire cufflinks. Won. I was leaving when Evan stepped in front of me, scowling. "Robyn, stop embarrassing yourself. Even if you bought every cufflink on earth for me, I still wouldn't love you. Gloria's the only one in my heart." I didn't even look at him. Just reached for the little girl beside me. "Sweetheart, say hi to the gentleman." He saw her face—mine, copied clean. His eyes went red, and his grip snapped around my wrist. "She's our daughter?"

I was New York’s golden girl, the perfect princess. But for three years, I loved a monster, Don Damien Costello. I finally got the courage to propose. And I found him kissing another woman, Sophia Marcelli, the princess of our rival family. "I'm bored with you, my perfect little doll. I need a real queen. Sophia is the only one fit to be by my side." All of New York was talking. Damien Costello had tossed me aside. So I moved on, Found another man. Left my old self behind. We kissed in a cramped elevator. I did something I'd never dared to do. I just never expected the doors to open. And there he was. My ex. Don Damien. His face was pure murder.

Her mate and her best friend betrayed her. She realises that he never loved her. She learns that he was the one who killed her pack. And now he was going to kill her… She regrets not listening to Gavin, the only one who cared about her. The only one who was truly trying to protect her. The only true friend she really had. She regrets that she pushed him to his death. But it was too late…  Her mate succeeds in killing her, but then she was sent back in time to when it all began. Her loved ones were alive again. Her parents, her companions… even Gavin.  This time she was determined to save her pack from her enemies. She wasn't going to let Georgette and Michael prevail. She works with the only one she could trust - Gavin.  Little did she think she would find herself falling into the abyss of love again. And this time it's not Michael.

Cumplía años y mi esposo, Don Damián, me regaló el collar de perlas de su difunta esposa. Me lo puse para la cena. Mi hijastro, León, enfurecido, me arrojó vino tinto encima. Fui el hazmerreír de toda la fiesta. —¡Maldita! —me dijo entre dientes—. ¿Acaso crees que por ponerte las joyas de mi mamá vas a poder reemplazarla? Me clavó una mirada gélida. Y luego gritó: —¡Lárgate de mi casa! Pero su madre murió cuando él era un bebé. Fui yo quien lo crio. Alguien le metió cizaña. Le dijeron que yo había matado a su madre. Ahora cree que soy una víbora que engatusó a su padre. ¿Y su padre? ¿Mi esposo? Él nunca me vio realmente. Solo veía el fantasma de Cristal. No se me rompió el corazón… ¡se hizo añicos! No me amaron. Ni siquiera me tomaron en cuenta. Así que me fui. Entonces, ¿por qué, cuando por fin me había ido, volvieron de rodillas, suplicándome que volviera?

My cold-blooded Mafia boss, Don Cassius, tore my painting to shreds. Right in front of everyone. I needed to vent. I texted a picture of my legs in fishnets to my dark web sugar daddy. [Wanna be stepped on by your Mistress? Stroke it for me. Now.] I looked up. Cassius—usually an untouchable iceberg in a bespoke suit—swallowed hard. His ears flushed a dark red. Curious, I sneaked a peek at his phone. My photo. My filthy command. Both flashing on his screen. Holy shit. Ice shot through my veins. My stupid fucking thumb slipped... and hit the video call button.

I was on my way to pick up my son from school when I got a call from his teacher. “Mrs. Corleone, you don’t need to come. Your husband — the one who’s been missing for five years — just picked up your son from school.” My chest tightened with unease, and I quickly corrected her. “Teacher, you must be mistaken. My boy's dad in Sicily on business. Where is this ‘other husband’ coming from?” After a short pause on the phone, the teacher spoke again. “Mr. Corleone said you don’t have to lie. He said he won’t kick you out of the Corleone family, since you gave him a son after you ran away from the wedding.” “You only have to give your position as his wife to the woman who saved his life.” I rolled my eyes. Deliberately raising my voice, I sent a voice message to his uncle. “Darling, come home immediately! Your nephew is back and trying to take our son!” Then I heard a crash on the other end.