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Clara n’avait surtout pas l’envie de se mettre en couple avec quelqu’un, elle considérait les hommes comme des playboy mais sachant qu’elle allait être vielle sans se marier , elle décide d’au moins essayer une relation. Cela va t’il virez au cauchemar ? Va t’elle vraiment tomber sur une vraie relation ?Vous en saurez plus en lisant

At sixty-five, I got served divorce papers. The same day, my husband Sebastian — decked out in his wedding suit, of all things — popped a handful of sleeping pills in a suicide attempt. For years, we were the perfect couple. The kind of pair neighbors whispered about with envy. I couldn't wrap my head around it. The divorce. The pills. None of it made sense. Not until I found the photo and letter in his pocket.

After three tireless years of giving her all, Suzy Frost faced the ultimate betrayal on the operating table when she heard, "Her life or death means nothing to me." Realizing she was nothing more than a shadow to her husband, Dylan Wright, who was still devoted to his first love, Suzy took a dramatic step back. She left behind a stark divorce agreement and disappeared from his life without a trace. Their paths crossed again under unexpected circumstances—Suzy was now the mysterious fiancée of Dylan’s best friend. Unable to hide his tumultuous feelings, Dylan pulled her into a possessive embrace and declared, "I won't grant you a divorce!" With a scornful glance, Suzy retorted, "Who do you think you are?" To which he fired back, "I'm still your husband!"

This is a story of how a dying god decided to entrust his power to humanity instead of choosing an heir, hoping that they will learn to govern the world on their own. The chosen were called divine alchemists—people gifted with abilities to convert nature elements into specific power . War was inevitable as clans clash against clans with no sign to stop until the enemy is annihilated. The weak were being pushed aside. Some were sold to slavery, while others became a machine used for war. Greed had taken over the planet, and civilizations were starting to crumble. The road to Surmwale features the story of a young boy, named Ivar who witnessed the death of Croven, his god, and was given the latter's remaining power to ensure that god's plan would succeed.

Maya décide de travailler chez Idriss, dans le but d’aider le petit frère de ce dernier « Adam » car il est fou. Elle va l’aimer et plus tard, elle va apprendre ce qui s’est passé pour qu’il devienne fou.

“This thing you are doing to me, I have no idea what it is. I just want to feel it forever.” Romero declared his face void of its usual strictness. This was the first time Imade was seeing him show something close to emotion. It was beautiful. ______ Imade has never had a problem being the "IT" girl, in fact, she bodied it effortlessly. She had enough hate from her family members and that was enough to keep her going. It was one thing to be living your dreams and it was another thing to be rudely pulled out and pushed into a deep web of lies woven by your parents. Imade's perfect life was thrown into deep chaos when she was forced to marry the dark lord Romero Vaughan. Her whole life was put on hold and she was introduced to a world she thought was all myth. More chaos when she finds out that the dark lord hated her and the peak was when she finds herself falling deeply for him.

Le jour où mes beaux-parents ont été kidnappés, mon mari était en train de cuisiner pour Céline Laurent, son premier amour. Je ne l’ai pas empêché d’aller jouer les bons samaritains, mais j’ai pris la peine d’appeler la police. Parce que j’avais vécu cette scène une fois déjà. Dans ma vie précédente, j’avais empêché mon mari d’aller voir son amour de jeunesse. Il avait alors retenu mes beaux-parents sur le départ, évitant ainsi le drame de leur agression. Mais son premier amour, elle, s’était coupée la main. La plaie s’était infectée, et elle avait dû être amputée. À l’époque, mon mari ne m’avait pas reproché un seul mot. Jusqu’à un an plus tard. Alors que j’étais enceinte et sur le point d’accoucher, il m’a attirée sur une falaise isolée avant de me pousser dans le vide. « Si tu ne m’avais pas empêché d’aller voir Cécile cette nuit-là, rien de tout ça ne serait arrivé ! Tout est de ta faute ! » « Pourquoi est-ce Cécile qui a dû être amputée ? C’est toi qui aurais dû mourir ! Sale vipère ! » Je suis tombée dans le vide, emportant avec moi l’enfant que je portais, morte avec une haine inextinguible. Cette fois-ci, mon mari est parti comme il l’avait voulu, pour s’occuper de son premier amour. Mais à son retour, il s’est effondré à genoux, vieilli de dix ans en une nuit.

The sequel to Alpha Osiris. This book explores the lives of the, now grown, kids of Alpha Osiris and the Iron River pack. After the death of one of their packmembers, the Iron River pack and his members are changed. Asher is next in line to be Alpha, but is he really ready? And who will stand by his side as his Luna and Beta?

Aaro has grown up in a special school with her sister, waiting to escape. But just before her eighteenth birthday, Aaro is bought by an Alpha as the new Luna for his son, Storm. Aaro has hidden her identity for years and is waiting for the right time to reveal who she really is. Will she be able to escape Alpha Storm, find her sister, get back home, and claim her rightful place as the Alpha of the Iron River pack? This is the third book in the Iron River series, but you can read it as a stand-alone novel.

The darkest corners of the world hold the secrets the leaders want you to forget. Deep inside a cabin covered with moss and shadows, those secrets are not yet forgotten. Under the moon, light glistens off of shining stones lining the porch and bundles of herbs drying from the rafters. Candlelight emanates from the interior and warmth surrounds the occupant. Inside this cabin was a forrest witch who was chanting a spell as she added herbs to a small caldron. Smoke rises and electricity fills the room. Her raven hair started to rise and the smoke turned glowing green. Leaves outside the cabin started swirling in the air raising around the cabin forming a circle. “None may find me where I reside, safe in the forrest this witch hides. Safe from the evil doers and safe from their men. None may ever find me again.” Cold. Like ice from an iceberg, his skin molded smoothly across his frame. The envelop in his hands was sealed by the Elder Lords sigil pressed into blood red wax. Slipping his long pale finger, breaking the seal, one word was inside. “Urgente.” His particular talents were once again needed.