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Als ich Stück für Stück zerschnitten wurde, rief ich mit letzter Kraft meinen Bruder – Lukas Sommer an. Gerade als mein Bewusstsein zu schwinden drohte, nahm er erst ab. Seine Stimme klang voller Unmut. „Was ist denn schon wieder?“ „Lukas, hilf mir ...“ Ich konnte nicht weiterreden, er unterbrach mich einfach. „Musstest du denn immer irgendwas haben? Ende des Monats war Lunas Volljährigkeitsfeier. Wenn du nicht gekommen wärst, hätte ich dich umgebracht!“ Dann legte er ohne zu zögern auf. Ich konnte den Schmerz nicht länger ertragen und schloss für immer die Augen. Tränen liefen mir noch über die Wangen. Lukas, du musstest mich nicht umbringen – ich war schon tot.

She grew up believing love always came with a price. Bruises you hide. Apologies you swallow. A body the world teaches you to apologize for. When her boyfriend’s gambling debt finally catches up with him, the men he owes don’t come for his kneecaps. They come for her. Taken as collateral by a feared crime boss, she prepares for the worst—only to find herself in the hands of a man who never planned to hurt her at all. As secrets unravel and danger closes in, she’s forced to confront a truth she’s never allowed herself to believe: maybe love was never supposed to cost her everything. And maybe the most dangerous man she’s ever met is the one who sees her as priceless.

The day I decided to file for divorce, Dean Potter couldn’t wait to draft the divorce agreement. Five years ago, he had been forced to marry me, and now he was finally free. On the day we were finalizing the divorce, Dean arrived with his new flame, radiating delight mixed with a hint of mockery. “Veronica Byrd, look at you—you’re miserable.” I watched his figure fade into the distance, my vision blurring. Miserable? In the next life, it wouldn't happen again.

Mia D’Lorne thought heartbreak would kill her but getting hit by a car did the job faster. One second she’s running from the sound of her boyfriend and sister fornicating, the next she’s standing in front of an abandoned bus station in what looks like purgatory. The bus that picks her up looks like a prop in a horror movie and she’s introduced to the world of the Soul Recycle Program. To exist, she has to compete in a twisted afterlife show where the dead fight their way through nightmare worlds for the amusement of unknown and unseen spectators. The rules are simple. Survive or disappear for good. Mia is joined by two strangers who are just as broken as she is. Axel Rivers, who has been dead for almost a century, and Bree DeBois, a control freak paramedic with more guilt than she can carry. Together they try to survive the challenges of the game. As the trio do their best to keep from being erased, they begin to realize the Game is more personal than they imagined.

A suspenseful, thought-provoking and erotic full-charged thriller, based on the psychological effects of being raised by a sociopath pimp and passive aggressive prostitute. From the perspective of the eldest of two daughters; successful musical A&R Edily Graham is faced with her past addictions and mental anguish after the shooting death of her abusive father. Along with a career on the rise, a new home in the beautiful Lake Shore neighborhood of Chicago, and an awkward yet sudden break-up from her “Mr. Right, Maleek, Edily finds herself slipping over the edge with countless nights of sex, drugs & hallucinations from her past.

My husband's protégé boasted she could disarm bombs blindfolded, relying on her so-called intuition. Her reckless misjudgment triggered a bomb's secondary detonation sequence, endangering an entire building. I intervened, using the dangerous liquid nitrogen condensation method to save the day. As a result, Rita Smith was removed from frontline duties and placed under investigation. Patrick Munoz tried to defend her, but I stopped him cold. "If you back her now, you won't just fail to save her. You'll be dragged down with her." Crushed by the pressure, Rita staged an accident that killed her, leaving a letter blaming him for abandoning her in her hour of need. He said nothing, only preserving her letter in his study. Years later, he became a nationally renowned bomb disposal expert. During a terrorist attack, I was strapped to a timed explosive. He arrived to defuse it but repeated Rita's fatal mistake. As the timer ticked down, he gave a bitter laugh. "Rita was just nervous back then. If I'd supported her, she'd be a hero today." The bomb detonated, leaving nothing of me behind. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the point when he tried to defend Rita. He didn't know that the building housed the nation's top-secret core server.

Alle sagten, Klara Schmidt lebte in einer Traumwelt. Sie begehrte nicht nur den flüchtigen Rausch der Leidenschaft, sondern auch eine Ehe für die Ewigkeit. Sie wartete so lange an Ort und Stelle, bis ihr die Füße schmerzten. Irgendwann hörte sie auf zu warten. Da erst erkannte sie, wie groß und weit die Welt draußen war. Die High Heels scheuerten, also streifte sie die unpassenden Schuhe ab und rannte barfuß weiter. Erst als sie schon weit weg war, jagte Felix Fischer ihr wie von Sinnen hinterher. Außer Atem, mit geröteten Augen, keuchte er: „Klara, ich habe zum ersten Mal jemanden wirklich geliebt. Gib mir noch eine Chance.“ Klara sah bedauernd aus, voller leiser Reue. Sie seufzte und sagte: „Aber ich bin längst verheiratet, Herr Fischer. Bitte stellen Sie sich hinten an.“

"Samantha," he murmured, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. "What are we doing?" "Item seven.." I whispered, trying for lightness but hearing the tremor in my voice. "Crossing it off the list." ~ Fresh out of high school, Samantha knows two truths: she's madly in love with her best friend Rafael, and she'll never live to see him graduate college. So she creates a bucket list, determined to experience everything life offers, especially the taste of his kiss, before her secret claims her last breath. But time is quickly running out.... will she make it out alive?

My new dormmate thinks my boyfriend is a player and advises me to break up with him. After I politely reject her, she gets mad and complains about me online, saying I'm love-addled brain. Her video goes viral, and the online community calls me an ingrate who doesn't know what's good for me. When I see the smug smile on my dormmate's face, I slap her without even batting an eye. "Stop acting like you're a champion for feminism when all you can think of is making yourself seem better than other women!"