Прошли времена, когда великая Хасеки Хюррем Султан, была славянской рабыней Александрой. Теперь она любимая жена Султана Сулеймана, и мать пяти его детей: Шехзаде Мехмета, Михримах Султан, Шехзаде Селима, Шехзаде Баязида и Шехзаде Джихангира. Но также продолжается её противостояние с Махидевран Султан, матерью Шехзаде Мустафы. Пока матери ведут кровопролитные войны, они не замечают, что Мустафу и Мехмета связывают не только братские отношения...

Muchos me llaman la guerrera otros la valiente pero mejor conocida como la leona del imperio porque protejo a los míos Soy la sultana Miriam sultán sultana de la valentía y coraje, la favorita del sultán Ahmed tengo un lugar en el corazón de la sultana kosem, soy la sultana más hermosa del palacio , Estambul, de Constantinopla del mundo, como en platos de oro y bebo en copas de cristal, todas las mujeres envidian mi nobleza mi riqueza y belleza, todos los hombres morirían por un mechón de mi cabello, los jenízaros se arrodillan ante mi belleza es la perdición de los hombres herede de mi padre su fuerza y experiencia y de mi madre su astucia, belleza y coraje Pero no ven mi realidad mi madre fue asesinada cuando contaba con tres años enfrente mío desde entonces la sultana kosem me adopto a mí y a mi hermano Osman. Desde entonces me prometí una sola cosa que mi hermano Osman llegue al trono vivo se lo prometí con su último aliento prometí protegerlo con mi vida y que sea el más grande sultán Forje una armadura de hierro a mí alrededor para que nadie viera mi realidad Soy la sultana Marian soy la protectora de Osman soy su valide soy su hermana soy su todo ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- historia basada en una serie portada echa por-Alerek18MB_GMLRS

SHE LOOKED UP AND INTO HIS FACE, a small frown on her lips as she cupped his face and pulled his face down and pressed her for head against his. Ever so gently, she commanded him to breathe through his anger and think rationally before he moved. Her fingers carded through his hair before she hugged him close and allowed him to hold her tightly against him. "How is it that you are so calm in the face of danger?" He asked, a miffed tone in his voice as he spoke into her hair. "Careless parents, my prince. Careless people make careful children."

"THE SULTAN CHOSE HER, NOT for her intelligence or her beauty, but her heart." Safiye explained, staring at the little Grecian girl who looked on in disappointment as the Florentine woman was taken to the halvet and prepared. "He chose her because she endeared herself to him, much as Hürrem Sultan did when her eye caught that of Sultan Suleiman." --------- "I JUST WANT YOU, AHMED. Just you." She stood before him, expression true and eyes full of tears. "Whether you come to me as Bahti, writing to me of your day to day musings, wanting to dream of a life away from the palace, or Ahmed, the Sultan of the World with gold at your feet. None of it, not one thread of it, matters to me of I cannot have you with it."

Nurbanu could not, would not, settle in the fact that Selim had a new woman. She would not content herself with fading into the background as those who had been cast aside before her had, living in the lap of luxury while the man she had given her heart and her maidenhead head to lounged it up with a new woman -- with a whore! Against the soothing advice of Canfeda, against the sharp warnings of Hürrem Sultan, Nurbanu sought out this woman, this Behiye with a ferocity that would put a lion to shame. Throwing open the doors of a room she had been drawn away from in the past, she stepped into the rooms of her Sehzade's newest woman. "You!" Nurbanu shrieked. "Who in the hell do you think you are?!" The woman, a petite and beautiful thing with curling, moon colored locks stood and smiled before bowing to her as she would Selim's parents. "I am Behiye." She said in response, straightening to her full height and smiling at the older Sultana. "Behiye Esir Sultan."

"I KNOW THAT YOU DO NOT WISH TO BE A PART OF the wars that will come once His Majesty is no longer with us," she began, frowning as she looked out of the window and into the harbor below. "I would also not force you to do anything you do not wish to. You are first and foremost, a human." "But war is inevitable, my Sultana." He replied, "and eventually, we must all choose sides." "I pose you an offer then... "

Ela não é uma qualquer. Agnes Valença é a governanta do Sheik. Diante de muita confusão e uma pitada de brasileirismo no mundo árabe, Agnes vai tentando seguir com seu contrato de um ano de trabalho. Ela só não contava que a pitada de brasileirismo que ela trazia consigo pudesse, aos poucos, despertar a atenção do mocetão árabe. Uma mistura de pimenta e aridez do homem mais sexy, vulgo seu chefe, com a confusão e a determinação de vencer na vida, como uma brasileira tem diante das dificuldades. Uma confusão que tem muito o que falar. Ainda mais com Agnes... Que não cansa de falar em um segundo... O amor pode surgir em meio à tantas diferenças? Fique ligado pelo que vem à frente... *~*~*~*~* Plágio é crime e essas coisas todas que tenho certeza que vocês sabem... Registrado no Safe Creative: 1611269922065 DIREITO DA IMAGEM RESERVADO: Heart vector designed by Freepik *~*~*~* Me ajudem a divulgar a história! Estou tentando começar a trilhar o meu caminho pelo romance... Vamos ver no que vai dar...B

"Don't you even try to mess with me. You can be successful in this palace, only if I am by your side. I am the fire, and you can't mess with me. I will burn you."

Ahora la sultana se convirtió en esclava. ¿Aytaç sobrevivirá? "Soy Aytaç sultán, hija del sultán Orhan, nacida de Haseki Nakşidil sultán, no me callarán. Verán de lo que soy capaz" #3 en SULTANA 02/06/2020