Viktor Krum Costume

Le père de Yannick m'a appelée pour me demander de prévenir Yannick, mon ami d'enfance et héritier de l'Alpha, de rentrer à la maison afin de rencontrer son partenaire de mariage arrangé. Mais Yannick était torse nu et dormait profondément à côté de moi. Je pensais qu'il s'agissait d'une blague, alors j'ai poussé Yannick et lui ai dit en riant : « Yannick, ils disent t'avoir trouvé une fiancée. Qu'en penses-tu ? » Il a soulevé un sourcil, m'a enlacé la taille avec nonchalance : « Chérie, alors choisis-moi un costume élégant. Je suis sûr que ton goût sera impressionner ma fiancée. » Voyant que je restais figée sans rien dire, Yannick a ouvert les yeux avec un rire moqueur. « Hé, Fiona, quelle est cette réaction ? On n'est que des partenaires sexuels, tu pensais que je t'épouserais pour faire de toi ma Luna ? »

Aurelia is a hunter. For centuries she has been fighting in a seemingly hopeless battle, the war for freedom. While a dark past drives the withdrawn woman in the fulfillment of her task, she and her four colleagues slide into a dangerous operation that irrevocably changes their life without warning. A very special kind of hunt begins, which takes Aurelia on an adventurous journey. A journey to yourself ... and to love......"But ... what if you are not able to love?"She had chosen the right sentence. Viktor understood their coded symbol, he knew it that way too. She saw almost figuratively how he swallowed the sadness, then he put a forgiving hand on her shoulder."Believe me, you will know and you will love ..." His voice was rough and when he finally continued it became a bit bitter. "There is this man whom even you can love."Then she realized that it was not just Meredia that had stalled their relationship. She had done it herself because she had been unable to allow true closeness. Her heart was just a hard lump of flesh.

"The cold-hearted CEO who scares everyone is afraid of losing me?" Grace uttered, her gaze lingering on Evelyn's lips. "Yes, I'm. You don't need to continue your job, you can join my company, Grace." Evelyn cupped her cheeks, slowly taking her lips into a sensual and passionate kiss, pouring all her feelings and love into that kiss. Grace shortly responded to her kiss. "Pearl... That's what they... call me," she moaned loudly when Evelyn unfastened the hook of her bra and caressed her breasts while showering hot kisses all over her shoulders and breasts. "You're my Grace, only mine," Evelyn said between the kisses and pulled that little black panty off her body which was hardly covering her ass. Grace couldn't protest the desires and gave in. The tiny pieces of clothes were the costume of Grace, she was a hot and sexy pole dancer who was famous as 'Pearl'. The way she moved around the pole so skillfully, always made Evelyn feel wet and hot. Until this night, she never dared to come to Grace's room but tonight she was drunk and she wanted nothing but Grace. Maybe after one night with this pole dancer, she would be able to pull her off her mind. It was just a one-night stand for Evelyn but what will happen when she'll offer a job to Grace to become her private dancer?

Titre : Prisonnière de l’Ombre Résumé : Isabella pensait pouvoir échapper à l’emprise de Dario, mais le puissant chef de la mafia n’a jamais eu l’intention de la laisser partir. Malgré les années passées sous son contrôle, elle n’a jamais cessé de rêver de liberté pour elle et leur enfant. À chaque tentative de fuite, Dario la retrouve et la ramène auprès de lui, déterminé à lui rappeler qu’elle lui appartient. Dans l’ombre, deux de ses rivaux, Alessio et Viktor, convoitent Isabella, non par amour, mais pour atteindre Dario. Pourtant, entre les jeux de pouvoir, les trahisons et les sentiments interdits, Isabella devra affronter une vérité troublante : peut-on réellement échapper à l’emprise du passé ?

Le jour de mon mariage, tout aurait dû être parfait. Je devais avancer vers l’autel, sourire, les yeux pleins d’amour pour Adrian, l’homme qui m’a sauvée, celui qui m’a fait croire en un avenir meilleur. Mais quand mon regard s’est perdu parmi les invités, mon cœur s’est arrêté. Là, assis au premier rang, un homme que je n’avais jamais pensé revoir. Un homme dont le regard m’a traversée comme une lame. Un homme que je connaissais trop bien… **Mon ancien client.** Celui avec qui j’avais passé cette nuit, des années plus tôt. Et aujourd’hui, il était là, devant moi, portant un costume élégant, une expression impassible… Parce qu’il était le père d’Adrian. Mon futur beau-père. Comment était-ce possible ? Que devais-je faire ? Tout avouer ? Faire semblant de ne pas le reconnaître ? Et surtout… que se passerait-il si Adrian découvrait la vérité ? Mon mariage venait-il de s’effondrer avant même d’avoir commencé ?

Raven Lopez, the estranged heiress of a powerful family, sacrifices her fortune and her pride to save her husband Viktor’s collapsing empire. She raises his children as her own and builds his success from the ground up only for his former lover to return and her world to fall apart. Blinded in a hospital accident and abandoned by the man she gave everything to, Raven is forced to depend on an arrogant doctor, Killian….the one man she should never trust. As she regains her sight, she uncovers shattering truths.Her amnesia, her failed marriage, and even her blindness were all part of a twisted plan set in motion by the two brothers who claimed to love her. Now, torn between vengeance and the one man who both destroyed and saved her, Raven must decide whether to reclaim her crown as the Lopez heiress or let her heart take the lead.  ____________________ WARNING ⚠️ 🔞 For the girls that take interest in books with trigger warnings,May God help us.   :⁠-⁠) This book is not for the faint of heart. It's dark,contains stalking,forced proximity,sexual situations (quite a lot),violence , kidnapping, gory scenes,non/dub con, manipulation etc

"I need an answer, Collins. Or is your guilt eating you up so bad that..." "There is no guilt," he deadpans, the weight of his words resting on my shoulders, making them sag in sorrow. "It was only a matter of time until you found out. I want to say I'm sorry, but that would be me lying..." Blood rushes to my ears. I can't believe what I'm hearing. "What? You're... you're not — " "No," he shrugs. "You brought this upon yourself." "Excuse me? I made you cheat?" "Yes." ----------------------- When hotshot billionaire mogul Collins Black propositions her to be his wife, twenty-two-year-old, script writer Anna Whitfield believes she's the luckiest woman on earth. But things quickly go sour when one year later, she discovers that Collins has been cheating on her with her best friend, Diana. What's worse? Collins proposes to Diana on a night which is supposed to be the most important night of her life. Enraged, and frustrated, Anna begs the nearest man she can find for a kiss to spite her ex-husband. But the man who obliges isn't just any man, but the most powerful mafia don in Russia. Viktor Ivanov. [NOTE: This is an ex-husband/mafia romance. You’re guaranteed to have a swell time reading. Do enjoy]

My mother was the Chosen Luna—the one who once conquered three powerful Alphas. When her mission was done, she vanished from this world, leaving behind only me, and the three Alphas who had once loved her with everything they had. My first father, Alpha Jeff Tanners, ruled the Silver Moon Pack—rich enough to buy half the continent. My second father, Alpha Kael Grey, commanded all the warriors of the Northern Alliance. My third father, Alpha Bran Theron, held every medical resource wolves and humans depended on. For eighteen years, I was their cherished little princess. Whatever I wanted, they gave—no questions, no hesitation. Until they brought home that girl—a fragile orphan named Arie Ryker. From that day on, everything changed. She told them I called her a filthy stray, unworthy of our pack. She said I led the young wolves at school to bully her. She said I tampered with her performance costume, that I caused her allergy, that I made her faint on stage. And they believed her. They stopped believing me. The ninety-ninth time they chose her over me, when they shouted, "Don't come back again!", I didn't argue. I just picked up my luggage and left. They thought I'd come running home like before—that my disappearance was just another way to make them see me. But when they found out I had left the pack for good, that my identity had been erased, that I could no longer be found, the three mighty Alphas finally broke.

Blurb: "I won’t let anything touch you," he whispered, huskily. "Not fate, not death. And if I have to fight the heavens and hell to keep you safe, I will." ***** Ariel thought life had finally smiled on her when the mate bond tied her to Rhyder, the powerful Alpha of her pack. An omega like her? Blessed. But blessings come with battles. To be worthy of his love and the Luna crown, she endured, she sacrificed, she ignored every red flag. Just when she believed she had finally earned her place at his side… Rhyder’s long-lost ex returned. And in one cruel moment, everything Ariel had fought for was stripped away. Betrayed, discarded, and shattered, she vowed never to open her heart again, especially to Alphas. But fate is never merciful. Captured by the ruthless Rogue Alpha, Ariel’s heart betrays her. His touch ignites a wildfire. His broken soul whispers promises no sane woman should believe. What she doesn’t know is that Viktor’s life is a ticking clock, and every woman who has dared to love him has ended up dead. Will Ariel be the one to break his curse? Or will she join the others—ruined, dead and forgotten?

J'ai patienté trois heures à la fête d'anniversaire de mon petit ami, Roméo Bossuet. Celui qui devait être le héros du jour dans son costume élégant a été appelé à l'hôpital par son premier amour, Gisèle Favre. Prétextant une entorse à la cheville pour susciter la sympathie, cette femme a même filmé une vidéo d'un baiser avec Roméo. Pris par l'émotion, Roméo, soi-disant invalide des jambes, s'est levé pour la plaquer contre la porte. « Roméo, pourquoi tu dis pas à Nina que tes jambes sont guéries ? » La voix de Roméo était pâteuse : « Si elle l'apprenait, elle insisterait pour que je l'épouse. Mais qu'est-elle pour moi ? Juste une bonne gratuite ! Elle est pas digne de devenir ma femme. » Ils s'embrassaient passionnément. Gisèle, vêtue d'une robe de mariée que j'avais conçue de mes propres mains, regardait la caméra avec provocation. La vidéo s'est arrêtée sur le son de leurs baisers fougueux. À ce moment-là, j'ai compris que Roméo m'avait toujours menti… J'ai jeté le gâteau que j'avais préparé pour lui à la poubelle, puis ai pris mon téléphone pour envoyer un message à ma mère : « Maman, j'irai au rendez-vous arrangé, je te promets. »