Elle est brisée et ne va pas cesser de l'être encore au fil du temps, pourtant au premier abord elle as tout de la femme douce, heureuse et tendre. Une apparence qui lui scie tellement bien, que personne n'a jamais cherché plus loin que son sourire de façade... Lui, est tout autre chose ! Froid, impulsif sans cœur à la limite de ne pas être humain tant il ne ressent plus rien depuis bien longtemps. Son cœur est mort le jour où il est né. Quand deux obscurités bien différentes se rencontrent qu'est-ce qu'il en sortira de cette noirceur qui les habite ? Elle cache un terrible secret qui la ronge depuis des années maintenant. Quand la douceur rencontre la brutalité. Quand l'innocence rencontre le danger. Quand une citoyenne banale rencontre le dangereux mafieux. Lesquels des deux en sortira indemne ? Il est connu pour faire froid dans le dos et inspirait une terreur qui berce son sang. Il n'est pas connu pour être tendre ni doux. D'une manière ou d'une autre, il la brisera ! Car c'est ce qu'il fait de mieux ! Mais qu'adviendrait-il si elle aussi parvenait à écorcher, un peu du sang noir qui coule dans ses veines ? Et si cette jeune femme arrivait elle aussi à atteindre celui qu'on prénomme : Le Prince des Enfers ! Venez découvrir leur histoire, là où tous les secrets n'ont pas encore vu le jour... ~~~~~ - C'est à travers la noirceur de ton âme que j'arrive à y voir la clarté de la mienne. - Et alors ? - Alors, c'est aussi sombre que toi...

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

À vingt-cinq ans, Jeanelle se retrouve seule et sans logement lorsque son petit ami Paul apprend qu'elle est enceinte ! *** Décidément, la vie ne sourit pas à Jeanelle. Alors qu'elle annonce à son petit ami qu'elle est enceinte, ce dernier décide de l'abandonner à son sort ! Mais c'est sans compter sur l'optimisme et la détermination sans faille de Nelle. Volontaire, la belle ne se laisse pas décourager malgré les obstacles. Pas même lorsque l'un d'entre eux, nommé Daniel Hemerald-Delauney, se dresse sur son chemin...

Beau, intelligent et fils de bonne famille ? Vous allez adorer le détester . *** Son nom est Malick Charles SYLLA. Arrogant et égocentrique, ce jeune fêtard est aussi séduisant que charmeur. C'est bien simple : aucune femme ne lui résiste. Mais ça, c'était avant l'arrivée de la belle Kharidja dans l'entreprise familiale... Couverture réalisée par Eunkyung ©Tous droits réservés - Février 2015.

"I am pregnant, " I say looking into his eyes intensely but his face is emotionless. "what? " he asks stunned, he paces around for a few minutes "I can't take care of a child right now" he snaps holding the office table tightly. "We have to because I have no way to go," I say pleading for acknowledgment and understanding. "what do you mean, " he said eyeing me suspiciously. "my parent disowned me," I say looking down in shame. "I will take you in but don't expect me to care for you and your baby because all this means nothing to me" he glanced at me before walking out of his office. Tears run down my cheek, feeling of embarrassment, and lost claws in my heart. I lost everything my family, my self-esteem, I feel lost and worthless. Most of all I lost love.

𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴, 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘈 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦.

She clung to people. He ran from people. She was broken. He thought he could mend her. She lost a baby. He lost his lifeline. She became his worst nightmare. He became her saving grace. She dished his greatest fear. He became her lifeline. **** "Don't. Touch. Me." I spat with tears. My mother gasped. "Kendra..." he whispered. "No! You said she'll be fine. You said it will be okay. Is this okay, No! You didn't keep your word..." I shouted and cried out the last part. I clutched his shirt in my hands and kept hitting him anywhere I could. Every other person in the room just cried. I kept on crying and hitting Ethan. A tear landed on my fist. It wasn't mine. I looked up to find Ethan crying. I didn't care that I was hurting him at the moment. It wasn't his fault. But Emily wasn't here. She never will be. *** This is purely a work of fiction and it's copyrighted. Do Not Steal My Work! Much love, Joy.

Some opposites attract; some rip each others clothes off. Stormy-Rain and Marcus are polar opposites: she's a free-spirited, Tarot card reading, rainbow-haired hippie; he wears a suit and tie, and over-shines his already too-shiny shoes. She believes in ancient aliens, crystal healing and auras; he's governed by law and logic, and doesn't believe in Fate. But Fate believes in them...So what happens when their worlds collide and disaster strikes? When they're thrown together under strange circumstances and embark on an epic road trip to catch a plane to a wedding a long way from home? The clock is ticking...and they are seriously ticking each other off. But they're about to discover just how thin the line is between love and hate.

He needs a wife. She needs the money. The playboy prince needs a respectable girl to play his doting fiance for the weekend. If he doesn't convince his parents he's a changed man, he can say goodbye to his crown and inheritance. Enter Jenny, an actress who has just been hired to play the role of her life. Especially since she doesn't like him. But soon the two find out that they will need each other in ways they never thought possible.

(#1 ChickLit) Annie is having a very bad day! First, she walks in on her boyfriend having sex with another woman (the kinky kind), then she accidentally gets arrested and loses her job. Unfortunately for Annie, her very bad day lands up turning into a very bad year. So when her sister invites her on Holiday to Mauritius, she jumps at the opportunity to get away from it all. But her holiday soon turns into a nightmare when she discovers her ex and 'the other woman' are staying at the same resort. #Anniesbigday Enter Chris, a cynical screenwriter with a bad case of writers block, who agrees to play her 'pretend boyfriend'- so she doesn't land up looking like the single, lonely, pathetic ex.