« Je t'aime. » Ces trois petits mots qui, il y a de cela des années, avaient une signification qui outre passait l'imaginable, sont aujourd'hui trois mots dépourvu de sentiments. Les générations, au cours du temps, ayant dégradé l'image parfaite qu'évoquait cette notion, sont la cause de la création de l'étude A=AS, soit Amour = Ame sœur. Une belle connerie, n'est-ce pas ? Peut-on vraiment croire, que dans ce monde où les inégalités ont la même proportion que la densité de l'eau sur Terre, qu'un être humain soit associé à un autre être humain, par un lien si fort que rien ne les séparera jamais, ou quoiqu'il arrive ils se retrouveront... Non bien sûr que non. Cette idéologie du grand Amour, avec un grand A, est une belle idiotie. Pourquoi ? Tout simplement car selon moi, le grand Amour n'est qu'une illusion, une manière abstraite de montrer au monde que la perfection n'existe pas. Cependant ce n'est pas l'avis du gouvernement de mon pays. Bandes d'ignorants ! C'est de leur faute, si... Par la propriété exclusive de @MorganML la copie et les utilisations partielles ou totales de mon travail sont interdites. Mes histoires m'appartiennent. Magnifique couverture faite par @Maria160303

الجزء الثاني من رواية ريان ( في الجزء الأول من الرواية بقيت الحياة الخاصة لحسام مجهولة وغامضة كذلك لم يحض الثنائي بفرصة للتعرف فهل سيستمر الحب رغم كل الفروقات ؟ ) #2 watty2018 #3 Mafia ©جميع الحقوق محفوظة يمنع النقل الاقتباس و سرقة الأفكار ، يمكنكم ايجاد افكاركم الخاصة اذا شغلتم عقولكم النائمة 😋

#1 in Mystery/Thriller ( 05/17/17 ) "I'm afraid to be alone with my thoughts..." "why?" "Because they're dangerous... and that makes me dangerous too." Copyright© liarsdiaries ™2016 ***will be edited soon***

تزوج رجل امرأة وطال الزواج لمدة عشرون عامآ ولكنها لم تنجب اطفال الى ان اصبح عمر زوجها خمسون عامآ وعمرها اربعة واربعون عامآ هذه الرواية توجد بها بعض المشاهد +18 الرواية من وحي خيالي

هل حقا تستطيع المرأة أن تكمل حياتها. ....بدون رجل تحبه؟ ؟ ؟؟؟؟ وهل حقا أن الحب موجود! !!وهل يستطيع الرجل أن يحب المراءه بكل حسناتها وعيوبها هذا ماقررت ان أفعله انا. لست بحاجه للحب. ..ولا...لرجل أحبه. ..أستطيع مواصلة حياتي من دونهما. ... ساتمتع باستقلاليتي التي حرمت منها لسنوات. .والسبب ..هو تدخل ذلك الجنس الخشن في عالمي الصغير. . نسيت كيف هي الابتسامه التي تخرج من الأعماق. . وتكيفت مع عالمي المليء بعدم الثقه من الجنس الآخر. ولكن ..بعض الأمور تظهر في طريقنا فجاءة ....لتغير ماخططنا له. ..وعزمنا عليه. وكان ظهوره الغريب أمامي كفيلا بأن يقلب حياتي رأسا على عقب. .

(COMPLETED) Charlotte Summers is the last virgin in her school; a school where taking virginity is a sport. The sport has five main contenders: Tyler Bradshaw, the mysterious bad boy; Alec Jennings, the all-star athlete; Ian Jameson, the cocky rich guy; Beckett Cartwright, the renowned genius; and Lucas Chandler, her best friend. With all these guys determined to win the title of the Virginator, will Charlotte make it out alive with her virginity? tumblr link for pictures: http://thelastvirginstanding.tumblr.com/ Cover by @WeAreAHurricane [#4 Teen Fiction / #4 Humor]

[This story is being rewritten | Formally titled Bad Girls Have Bad Secrets] Everyone is hiding something. Some are killing for it. After everything she's survived, Viktoria Navitski wants one thing. Out. But the city has other plans. With the balance of power shattered, gangs are falling apart, leaders are dropping dead, and someone is carving a path through the chaos, one body at a time. Viki never wanted to lead, but it runs through her blood. Caught between ruthless gang wars, and a shadow leaving no witnesses, Viki is pulled back into a world she tried to escape. As the violence creeps closer, and a boy with secrets begins to unravel her carefully guarded walls, Viki is forced to confront the truth she's been running from. In a city ruled by secrets, you don't escape your past. You become it.

Highest ranking: #1 [Blurb] "I... I will kill you," She raised the gun at me. "Sanjana-" "I am Trishana," she whispered, "you know me." I took a step forward. "Did you want to kill me?" I asked. "Is that why you approached me? Is that why you acted as if you were in love with me? Is that why you got close to me?" I was near her now. "Did you plan to kill me all along?" "Don't... don't come near... I will... shoot," Her voice shook slightly. "Look me in the eyes and answer me first!" I didn't move back and took the last step. The gun pressed on my chest, Just above the heart and I looked at her steadily. "Shoot me then," I said. "If you want to kill me... If you never had any feelings for me and If you don't even want to give me a chance to explain anything, Shoot me." I said. Her hands were trembling and her eyes were still filling and flowing down. "SHOOT ME, SANJANA!" I shouted and she looked startled and took a step back. "Why?" I was not ready to back down. "Sanjana, Why hesitating? Don't you want to kill me?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Trishana, A young reporter is dead set on Exposing the evils of one of the biggest corporations in the nation; the Surya group. After a lot of setbacks, she, Along with her perfectly selected partners (A gang of youngsters who were targeted and victimised by the Surya group), Devise a plan to get revenge on them and to Seduce the youngest heir of Surya group-Arjun Surya Narayan. Arjun, Who is the brain of Surya group with his own strange sense of ethics is met with a surprise when he meets the reporter who hates him to death but Acts lovingly. He knew it was a trap, He knew who she was and why she was around him and decided to play along... But what will happen to the love game when so many lives are on the line? And worse; When he starts to fall for the girl he is supposed to "silence" for the stability of his firm? [Contains mature scenes, violence and lots of swearing, You have been warned]

كنتِ بسبعة وجوه وسبعة شخصيات لكل يوم من الاسبوع شخصية لكنني مازلت اذكر في اي يوم كسرتك لقد كسرتك في يوم الشخصية الثامنة -------- Harry styles, a sad short story ... Wish you like it

ليخبرني أحد .. من سواها تغتصب كل يوم -جهارا نهارا- .. و ممن ؟ من اولادها .. من ابنها البكر .. كانت تلك هي .. انثايَ الوحيده .. ثورتي ،، مجوني و عفتي .. أما اولادها فكلهم ذكور .. كلهم خونه هي الجزائر ، و هم .. نحن كلنا خونه .. كفوا عن الاستثناءات العبثيه . ما دمنا لم نقتلع رأس الحكم .. فكلنا مشاركون في اغتصاب امنا ! .. حتى انا .