Amor E Ódio

Meu pai nos levou ao mercado negro para escolher um par de gêmeos como nossos guarda-costas. Minha mana escolheu primeiro o irmão mais velho, alto e forte, e me deixou com o caçula, o "mudo" que mal respirava. Com pena dele, acabei deixando que ficasse ao meu lado. Ele não falava, então eu o levava para procurar médicos e remédios. Ele tinha uma mania séria de limpeza, então eu mantinha distância. Eu achava que ele só tinha passado por algum trauma para ficar daquele jeito. Até que os inimigos do meu pai sequestraram a mim e à minha mana. E ele me largou para trás, escolhendo sem hesitar morrer bloqueando a bala pela minha mana. Antes de morrer, ele falou pela primeira vez, com os olhos vermelhos, olhando para ela: — Finalmente você pode me ver. E, para mim, ele disse: — Na próxima vida... por favor, não me escolha. Só então percebi que ele não era mudo, nem tinha mania de limpeza. Esse "mudo" e essa "mania" eram só para mim e mais ninguém. Quando abri os olhos de novo, voltei ao dia em que fomos escolher os guarda-costas. Desta vez, fiz exatamente como ele queria.

« Dis-moi d’arrêter. » Sa voix était basse, du genre à s’enrouler autour de sa colonne vertébrale et à rendre chaque souffle péché. « Tu ne le feras pas », murmura-t-elle. Il sourit — lent, cruel, dévastateur. « Tu as raison. » Il n’était jamais censé la toucher. Elle n’était jamais censée le désirer. Il y a trois ans, Maddox Steinfeld était devenu le tuteur d’Adeline Monroe — son salut, son filet de sécurité, sa cage. Il était la puissance incarnée : silencieux, discipliné, inébranlable. Le genre d’homme capable de tuer de ses mains et de l’envelopper dans ses bras pour l’endormir avec ces mêmes mains. Mais le désir ne demande pas la permission. Il s’insinue, lent et venimeux, jusqu’à ce qu’un moment volé transforme la protection en possession. À présent, chaque règle qu’ils avaient construite est brisée. Chaque regard, une promesse. Chaque toucher, une menace. Il est l’homme qui avait juré de la protéger. Mais dans le monde de Maddox, la sécurité est un mensonge — et l’amour, le piège le plus dangereux. Parce que lorsqu’il la prendra enfin, ce ne sera pas avec douceur. Ce sera total. Et une fois qu’il l’aura… il n’y aura plus d’échappatoire.

Nora Delmas, 21 ans, étudiante en master de lettres, dissimule derrière son calme une obsession grandissante pour son professeur de théorie littéraire, Hugo Vanel, 42 ans, un homme à la beauté grave, à la voix posée et au regard troublant. Chaque cours devient pour elle un terrain de jeu silencieux : elle veut l’atteindre, le faire craquer, le posséder. Elle n’en fait jamais trop, mais toujours assez : une jupe trop courte pour être anodine, un regard qui dure une seconde de trop, des réponses brillamment construites en cours pour capter son attention. Hugo, lucide, devine le piège. Il tente de garder ses distances, mais la faille s’ouvre peu à peu. Un soir, dans son bureau, sous le prétexte d’un rendez-vous pour discuter de son mémoire, tout dérape. L’intellect s’efface, le silence devient dense. Un souffle. Un regard. Et l’interdit est franchi. S’ouvre alors une relation secrète, sensuelle et dangereuse, entre corridors vides, escaliers dérobés et chambres d’hôtel éloignées du campus. Mais Nora veut plus. Et Hugo le sait. Car les rumeurs naissent vite, dans les couloirs d’une faculté où tout se sait sans jamais se dire...

Sarah est une jeune femme, qui va à une soirée avec son amie Helena pour se détendre et oublier un instant, les problèmes de la vie. Lors de cette soirée, elle fait la rencontre d’un homme, aussi beau qu’élégant, prénommé Rodrigo. Le courant passe très vite entre eux et Sarah se livre corps et âme à Rodrigo sans s’imaginer, qu’il est le PDG de l’entreprise où elle vient d’être embauchée.

No oitavo ano de seu relacionamento com Henrique Machado, Bruna Castro foi internada devido a uma doença. No dia em que recebeu alta, Bruna ouviu por acaso, no corredor, a conversa entre Henrique e a irmã dele. — Henrique, você enlouqueceu? Você realmente escondeu da Bruna que doou a medula óssea dela para Olívia? — Você sabe muito bem que a saúde da Bruna não é boa, ainda assim mentiu dizendo que era apenas uma gastrite para fazê-la correr esse risco? Olívia Batista era a amiga de infância que Henrique amava há muitos anos. Bruna não chorou nem fez escândalo. Ligou para os pais, que estavam no exterior, e concordou em se casar com alguém da Família Viveiros...

He found her on the verge of death; breathed at her and gave her a second life; He is a Chieftain and a Dragon Master; magnificent, fearless, gorgeous, and robust but somehow, cold-hearted. She is a Lycan Princess with all her grace and beauty but with a hidden spirit of being a warrior too. Secretly, he fell in love with her but she has a fiancé waiting or searching for her; the Duke of Sussex. What will happen if circumstances would force the Lycan Princess to submit herself as a wife to the Chieftain Dragon?

“Afraid now, hmmm?” he asked with a lifted eyebrow. There was a mockery on his, oh so manly and deliciously curved red lips. “No, don't touch me! Remove your filthy hands from me or I will sue you!” she said frantically but all she received as a reply was his laughter. “What kind of crime am I committing now, my pretty soon-to-be stepmom? Tell me.” His voice was as sexy as hell and his lips were just an inch away from her lips. “Err, harassment,” she almost choke with her own saliva as she said so. Her mind was starting to deprive her of good reasons. “Harassment? Haha. No, my dear. There is no harassment for two consenting adults enjoying each other's arms and…” he did not finish his statement as his lips already claimed her lips which were open at the moment, in an attempt to retort to him. Dianthe was shocked to feel his lips graze hers and his tongue inside her mouth exploring therein taking all her sweetness. Just like before, her heart tumbled and her knees weakened, and automatically her arms encircled his neck as support. When his kiss deepened and became more aggressive, Dianthe could not deny anymore that his charm once more captured her innocent heart and her body could not deny the same.

He was a Kung Fu head trainer, who was framed by his two trainees in a rape and murder case of Clushia, a female trainee, who was obsessed with him. He was convicted and brought to the maximum penal institution called the 'Hellhole', for no prisoner got out of it alive. In one of the prisoners’ riots, he was forced to fight to defend himself but ended up killing another prisoner. He was put to an oubliette. Unknown to him, that oubliette is the door to an underground city, with an arena for the so-called “Game of Fangs and Death” by the Alpha Pharoah. The game is for five nights. If he wins, he will be given a free pass leading to a secret passage, away from the 'Hellhole'. Could there be an escape for him from the 'Hellhole'? Could his heart find an escape from the Alpha Pharoah's daughter, who has a lot of similarities to Clushia? It was like, Clushia had been born again through her. Would suddenly his never known powerful blood and lineage eventually help him escape from his death?

Menjadi seseorang yang bergabung kedalam sebuah pekerjaan detektif tentulah tidak mudah, ada begitu banyak kesulitan dan ketakutan yang dihadapi, bahkan teror bernada ancaman pembunuhan sering kali kudapatkan. Namun hal itu tidaklah membuat semangatku kendur atau berfikir untuk mundur, bahkan setiap kali teror-teror menghapiriku aku harus menunjukkan bahwa aku akan terus bisa maju sepuluh kali lebih jauh dari apa yang bisa dilakukan para mafia. Kasus penjualan dan perdagangan manusia khususnya jual beli organ tubuh manusia secara illegal semakin marah ditengah kemajuan teknologi masa kini. Ini lah ceritaku yang sedang berusaha untuk menumpas kejahatan yang telah terorganisi. Jangan beritahu siapapun tentang lokasi terkinimu berada, bahkan jika dia adalah seorang terdekat dan yang paling kau percaya.

Grazziena, a beautiful eighteen-year-old lad, struts her catwalk on the ramp. It is already ten o’clock in the evening, yet the Beauty Contest is just in its mid-way. She is afraid and she is getting nervous. She will shift into her cursed wolf form when midnight falls. She was cursed by Thutaara, the powerful witch of Mt. Reveree. Her only cure can be found in the last words whispered by her Luna Mother before she took her last breath. Finding the cure is however incomprehensible. Until she met Governor Draeko, who swept her off her feet. But then her life was swamped with doubts and confusion when Lumaro, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Cold Mountain Pack, suddenly appeared claiming her as his mate. Between the Young Governor Draeko and the soon-to-be Alpha Lumaro of the Cold Mountain Pack, who is her true mate and her cure?