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Mariée depuis trois ans, je suis très à l'aise avec le statu quo. Mon mari était doux et attentionné, émotionnellement stable. Et nous n’avons jamais eu de disputes. Malheureusement, j’ai vu mon mari, qui était toujours introverti et doux, bloquer sa bien-aimée dans un coin en demandant avec colère : « Au début, c'était ton propre choix d'épouser une autre personne, tu n’as donc pas le droit de me demander maintenant ! » Je me suis rendu compte qu'à l'origine, quand il aimait vraiment une femme, il serait tellement passionné. Ensuite, j’ai choisi de divorcer, de partir et de m'évaporer. Beaucoup de gens disaient que Cédric Baudet était fou, car ce dernier me cherchait désespérément dans la Ville J. Il était si calme et si sûr de lui, comment pouvait-il être fou ? Il serait moins possible qu’il devienne fou pour moi, son ex-femme sans valeur. Plus tard, quand il m'a vue à côté d'un autre homme, il m'a serré le poignet, les yeux écarlates, en me suppliant humblement : « Chloé, j'ai eu tort, tu reviens à côté de moi, d'accord ? » C’était alors que j'ai compris qu'il n'y avait pas de rumeurs aveugles dans le monde extérieur. Il était vraiment fou.

I'll f*ck you as I see fit. Whenever I want and however I want. - Kevin ____ He will never let me leave He will never let me breathe in the air that does not have his presence I strove for my freedom Little did I know that would be the greatest doom of my life! - Rose _____ KEVIN KNIGHT is a 30-year-old heartless and powerful mafia who doesn't know how to love only knows how to possess. ROSALIA BROWN is a 22-year-old innocent and selfless girl who can go to any extent to protect her loved ones. - What happens when Kevin wants to make Rosalia his possession? - Will he break the already broken girl beyond repair? Or will she eventually change his heart? - How will she deal with the devil when the future holds a lot of twists and turns for them? (contains extremely mature and dark content)

-Je ne veux pas d'une relation en ce moment. -Qui t'a parlé de relation?minaude Elyn au creux de son oreille qu'elle mordille au passage. Laisse-moi m'occuper de toi. -C'est vraiment ce que tu veux? lui demande Hendrick. À une seule condition. ajoute-t-il sans attendre de réponse. -Laquelle? demande Elyn intriguée. -Ce sera juste charnel entre nous. Pas de place pour les sentiments, encore moins pour l'amour. Elle déglutit devant autant de froideur dans sa voix. -Marché conclut. ***** Planté devant l'autel le jour de son mariage, Hendrick atterit dans un bar pour faire passer sa frustration et sa colère, où il va faire la connaissance d'Elyn. Après des nuits passées ensembles, ils continuent à se voir chacun dans un but précis. Elyn; pour de l'argent parce qu'il est juste un client, et Hendrick pour le plaisir. Mais est-ce vraiment juste du sexe entre eux ou l'amour s'en est mêlé? Une seule règle, pas de place pour les sentiments, encore moins pour l'amour...

CASTELLO DI CARTE MAFIA CHRONICLES, BOOK 2 [Also known as POSSESSION: THE GAME OF CLUBS] 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 What is worse than being forced to marry a man you’ve never even met? Drinking with a man who’s off-limits and sleeping with him to prove a point. After one drunken mistake, I swore to never entertain him again. But the next time we met, things did not go as expected. He was the enemy, one I should've known better than to involve myself with, but I couldn’t resist his unbreakable allure. was not the only reason. It was the way he softly whispered sweet words into my ears and the way he held me. It was the intensity with which he looked at me and made me feel desired. There was one tiny problem. His marriage was in four months. To the woman who called me her friend. 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎 They say there’s pleasure in tasting the things you cannot have. Forbidden has its own mind when deep-rooted inside someone. I never knew the depth of these words until I saw her. She was the brightest pink rose in a sea full of white ones. She was covered in thorns, a boundary only I dared to cross because I had nothing to lose. Only, she wasn’t mine, nor I, hers. Every moment we spent together reminded us of the reality meant for us. Some sacrifices are made for the greater good, but what good comes from leaving behind the one thing you never had and have finally found? She surrendered herself to me. Until the end of our agreement. So what if one of us wanted more in the end? What if the one was me?

His eyes locked on mine wide and wild, he moved towards me and put his hand on my shoulder, lessening the distance between us. I could feel the tension in my own body, the effort of not giving in at that moment, of not letting him pull me against him. Not letting myself take that one chance, however formidable and absurd and unwise, and kissing him the way I had thought, I would never in my life. I had never wanted like this before. I understood him, smiled a little when he smiled. I saw through the defenses he put up to what was underneath. There was no Eric James Winslet more real than the one I saw in his eyes when I looked up at him. "You can close your eyes," He whispered in my ear. My eyes fluttered shut, his mouth came down on mine. And that was it. All the self-control I had exerted over the weeks went by. My arms came up around his neck and he pulled me against him. His hands flattened against my back. I was up on the tips of my toes, kissing him as fiercely as I could. I didn't know what I should have done or said next if it would have been something I could never have pretended away or taken back, but I heard a soft hiss of laughter. ************* Eric James Winslet a ruthless businessman who has already completed 27 yrs of his life being the king of his territory. Scarlett Miller, a business administration student; with the spice of fashion designing. Want to know how their lives get entangled with hatred, possession, & love. A heartbreaking story that will keep you at the edge. Are you ready to be on this journey? Purva Narang (Your author)

Artemy Loskutov... Known for his icy demeanor, merciless nature, and lethal skills, I command respect and instill fear in everyone who crosses my path. Love and affection have no place in my existence; my sole purpose is to exact vengeance upon the detestable Cavalieri mafia, responsible for my mother's untimely demise. When I stumble upon a young woman, battered and hiding beneath my bed, I spare her not out of kindness, but view her as a mere possession, a toy to be manipulated. Rebecca Cavalieri... I had grown accustomed to men who sought to exploit, harm, and discard me. Trust is an elusive concept, and my heart remains hidden beneath layers of anguish. Artemy, however, managed to unearth and rekindle the flickering flame within me. He awakened my dormant emotions. But if he uncovers the true extent of the danger I pose to him, I risk losing not only his affection but also my very life.

Elle n'avait aucune idée du propriétaire de la maison qu'elle rénovait. Elle ne pensait pas qu'un jour son passé surgirait. Depuis 10 ans Dallas s'est efforcé de reconstruire une nouvelle vie. Mais le voilà qui débarque. Comment va-t-elle supporter sa présence ? Cet homme qui n'a pas hésité à la chasser de sa vie sans lui donner d'explication et qui a disparu de la sienne sans laisser de trace.

"You don't have to like me Leila, but I sure as hell won't let you hate me" I pause, glaring at him. "What choice do I have?" His eyes crawl down my body, making the feeling I've fought to bury bubble to the top. "The only one's that's available" he Whispered against my ear. "Because I've no intention of letting you go" Werewolves exist. Human Slave Rogue. Whichever you choose, their all the same in the werewolf realm. When things take a turn for the worst, Grayson's eyes are turned on me, the little frail human that he orders to lift her skirt but won't ever will. No one refuses his order, but I'm not a possession or anyone's whore. How persistent can one man be? Especially when there's nothing that points to rewriting the stars of fate.

- maman pourquoi tu n'as pas d'amoureux? - tu le sais ma chérie, ton papa reste mon amoureux même s'il n'est plus avec nous, lui réponds-je avec les larmes aux yeux - c'est triste maman, tu crois qu'un jour je pourrais avoir un nouveau papa? Je m'appelle Lilou Porter, j'ai 26 ans, et je suis maman d'une petite fille de 4 ans et demi Emy. On vit dans la grande ville de New York, et je suis actuellement en recherche d'emploi. Il y a deux ans mon mari est décédé dans un accident de voiture, et depuis j'essaye au mieux d'élever notre fille toute seule. Je peux toujours compter sur le soutien de ma mère et de mon grand frère Damien, sans eux je pense que je n'aurais pas eu trouver le courage de me battre et de faire de mon mieux pour rembourser les dettes que mon mari nous a laissées. On avait tout pour être heureux, mon mari avait sa propre maison d'éditions qui marchait plutôt bien puisqu'elle faisait partie des plus réputer de New York. Quelques jours avant ce tragique accident, il m'a annoncé que son entreprise était au plus mal, et qu'il devait être obligé de la vendre. Après avoir obtenu mon diplôme de responsable d'édition, j'ai postulé dans l'ancienne maison d'édition de mon mari qui porte toujours son nom, mais rien... Alors pour essayer de mettre plus de chances de mon coté j'ai décidé de reprendre mon nom de jeune fille, Lilou Curtis, et je compte bien intégrer cette entreprise que je connais mieux que personne. "Le passé nous fournit des regrets, le présent des chagrins, et l'avenir des craintes..." Et si le destin donnait enfin la chance à Lilou de pouvoir tourner la page sur son passé...

~Rina Zante Shunned, a half-caste omega and dirt-poor, I have gotten used to the dirty stares people throw my way. And even though I try to ignore the taunts, it’s impossible. Now, my mom has gotten a job as a maid in the alpha’s house. It is a big deal and I should be elated. I was but no longer. How can I when the alpha’s son, devilishly handsome Vincenzo has placed me on his bully list? He desires to bend me to his will. To be a puppet, a mere slave to slake his lust on. Try as I might to run far away from his cold smiles and wandering hands, I can’t. Trapped is what I am. ~Vincenzo Moreno They call me a beautiful bastard. Heartless. Ruthless. Wicked. I am and I'm out for her blood. Despite the fact that she is a nobody, my wolf still craves for her and I will do all I can to make her mine. Because, what I want, I get and I want her. To immerse myself in the innocent wreck that she is. If I should ruin her in the process then, so be it. After all, she is my possession, mia innocente bella.