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La chronique originalement publié sur facebook a connu un grand succès mais avait était supprimé quelqu'un la réécrit sur wattpad elle a connu un plus grand succès encore Sauf qu'il n'y'avais pas d'espace alors je les republier voilà !!!!!!!!!!!! JE SUIS PAS INTISSAR !!!!!!!!!!! « Une facette attirante d'un homme ne fait pas de lui ce qu'on croit... Et un homme rallié à la rue le reste toute sa vie. »

War A word that should inflict fear and terror is seen as the new normal. Kharis is a slave in the manor of Leonidas of Bethillore, Supreme commander of the king's army. Just as she's been doing for 3 years, she avoids trouble to keep her and her friends safe. However, life is not that simple as she is left with no other option than to use her blood to save them, which comes with a reward, one she never imagined. Things should now be looking up for her, but it is impossible. They're living in an era where there is a new normal. Elves, Wearhs (Vampires), and Humans have been fighting this war for years, and just as before, a price is needed to save them all...her blood. *** Kharis had seen Leonidas' red eyes before, but that did not change the fact that she was frightened by the wearh standing inches away from the door. They were almost done cleaning his chambers too! Would he hurt her? He said he needed her, but he could still use her while she was hurt. "Speak. Freely" he says, taking a step towards her, shutting the door to his chambers. "You have made me the topic of discussion among all humans with what you've just done." "I do not give a damn." "I do" "I'll kill them" He would kill all the humans in this manor? This wearh was undoubtedly mental. COMPLETED! ♥️

Aimee, an accomplished archaeologist gets into serious trouble while working and travelling through the middle east. The only person who can save her from a lifetime inside an Arabian jail is Prince Zahir, whose life she saved while in the desert, and he has only one solution to her problem. Aimee is not going to like it.

Nous les "Bloods" eux les "Demons". Lui bad boy, moi bad girl. Nous deux ? Nous étions les pires ennemis du monde ! Les enfants de deux chefs de gangs ennemis, si on lui avait demandé ce qu'il pensait de moi, il aurait sûrement dit "Cette meuf a un sacré culot de me défier." Si on m'avait demandé ce que je pensais de lui, j'aurais évidemment répondu "Ce connard ne mérite même pas de vivre." Mais pourtant, tout va se déjouer.

"Out and about to explore the world, Dora?" A deep voice behind me laughed. Of course I knew who stood there but I thought he had left hours ago and would come back tomorrow morning to pick me up. He leaned casually against the beige wall of the garage and stubbed a cigarette out behind himself. "My dad will be pissed when he sees that" I ignored his question and pointed at the small scorch on the wall. The street lamps' light reflected in his blue eyes and made them look like they were shining at me. He pushed himself off the wall and with three steps he stood directly in front of me. I had to put my head back to look him in the face. "Want one?" He asked and raised his right arm. I turned my head to see a small box of cigarettes in his hand. It was dark outside, the only light came from the street lamp across the street and the stars. The light drew long shadows on his face but I could still observe it perfectly. Clear skin, full lips and long eyelashes. I shook my head and whispered "I don't really support smoking." "Yeah, me neither" he smirked and nodded slowly. I won't lie. He is really handsome and there definitely is a part to me that is attracted to him but I should really go now if I want to catch that train. -------------------------- Pandora just came back from college to visit her parents. But when they see her they seem everything but happy about it. Turns out her mother is not who she claimed to be and has a dark past which is now catching up on her. They want her to go to a save place in NewOrleans with her new bodyguard Hudson. But that's not Pandora's plan... [COMPLETED]

Rewritten Version!!! Original version can be found on my profile. ******* Emily Hayden thought her first year of college would be exciting. She had no idea that she would catch the eye of Vincent Graves, an unstable man with an unstable past, who eventually becomes obsessed with her. What is it about Emily that fascinates him so? Well, Vincent is determined to find out. One way or another....even if it means taking her away from everything and everyone she's ever loved. Warning: This story will contain disturbing themes such as sexual assault and murder. Reader discretion is advised.

Michael Sheikh is a name of fear, a sinner, cold blooded assassin with no heart. He didn't believe in love, considering it to be nothing more than a weakness. His life revolves around two things death and lust. But everything changed, when she stumbled in his life, he wasn't supposed to see her, yet fate played its strings. He was drawn to the beauty with mesmerising honey coloured eyes and breathtaking smile. She was the only soul so innocent and pure that became his temptation and obsession. He knew she was forbidden for a man like him, yet the desire runs deep when the denial is stronger. (18+⚠️) ******** It can be read as a stand alone story🖤

"In a world overtaken by the mafia, there can only be one king." ---------------- Alister Mancini. His name alone was enough to make anyone's blood run cold. Infamous for his heartless and cruel ways, he was considered the most dangerous man alive. But even a mafia leader couldn't deny his attraction when he saw his maid sound asleep on his bed. --------- *This story contains mature themes such as sexual content ,abuse, and strong language. If you are sensitive to these topics, this book is not for you.* While this book does contain smut, it is not smut based.

[COMPLETED] "You're so beautiful." He whispers, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. "It's a shame you won't be so much when I'm finished with you. I'm gonna play you like a piano, my precious girl." "We shouldn't be doing this Cyrus." I whisper staring up at him. His face hardens and he slips his thumb in between my lips. "Open your legs for me, pretty baby." In which a dominant, thirty year old man, who has never been in a serious relationship, becomes infatuated with a twenty-three year old black girl.