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Un roman pour Noël

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Emilia a vingt-cinq ans et est confrontée à de nombreux questionnements quant à son avenir, après s'être rendue compte que la formation professionnelle qu'elle avait commencé ne lui convenait pas. Perdue dans sa propre vie, elle décide de profiter des vacances de Noël afin de s'isoler en montagne et de tenter de réaliser son vrai rêve : devenir écrivaine. C'est comme cela qu'elle rencontre Damien, patron d'un bar et d'une maison d'hôte dans la station de ski qu'elle a choisi pour ses vacances. Damien est mystérieux et refuse de parler de son passé, ce qui inspire particulièrement Emilia pour son roman et la pousse a vouloir connaître davantage le jeune homme au charme charismatique. 

La magie de Noël va-t-elle se manifester lors de ce séjour en montagne et aider Emilia et Damien a réaliser leurs rêves et à leur donner confiance en l'avenir ?All Rights Reserved

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The Crimson "Gentleman" by tipsydreamer

🔞 Renée is a woman. And her job? To be a male escort. Known as René. That year, she cried out, "There's a ghost!" and threw herself into his arms. The moans behind the door became their unspoken secret. She was like a porcelain doll, delicate yet haunting, stirring ripples in his young, darkness-steeped heart. The first thought that flashed through his mind was: destruction. Twelve years later, his father brought her home again. His mother collapsed outside the bedroom door, dead from a sudden heart attack. And in front of her, he sent his father to his final rest. He hated her. For making him lose his parents, leaving him utterly alone. For enchanting everyone around him with her beauty. For stirring the emotions he had long kept still, for shaking the unshakable, for making a man who ruled over everything lose control. He tormented her, humiliated her, desperate to prove that she meant nothing to him. Yet, he never once thought of letting her go. Because twelve years ago, he had said, "Let's always be together." 🎩 Why do beautiful things exist? To be possessed, then destroyed. Is it the beautiful woman who brings ruin, Or the hands that reach to claim her? Or merely the tide of longing, boundless, unrestrained? By the banks of the River Lethe, she stands, a solitary poppy, Her breath a whisper of ruin, her touch a kiss of dust. Who drinks her essence will fade, body and soul, into the void. It is not love, nor hatred, Not life, nor death, Not desire, nor sorrow. At the edge of oblivion, the flowers bloom, never to wither.

Wings For The Jailbird by Devilsmom

#1 jail #1 fight #1 criminal *** "Don't take it personal, I just like to play it safe, you know." He said, crouching down in front of me to tie each of my ankles to the chair. I couldn't move at all, especially after he duct taped even my waist to the chair. I watched him examine his work whilst he rubbed his beard and then a slow grin creeped onto his face. He bent down and put one end of the duct tape on my damn nipple, went around the chair again and ripped it off. He put the other end on my other nipple and I felt my cheeks heat up in humiliation. "Just to make sure you don't get cold again." He looked at me, his smirk slowly fading again. I gave him a hard stare. His hand reached out and fixed the glasses on my nose. Then he turned the chair so, that I was looking at the couch. He sat down, arms spread out on the back rest of the old leather couch, his eyes fixed on me again. "And now we're gonna talk." *** Belle Valery was a hardworking and rather unpopular law school student. She was almost done with school, had a structured daily schedule that consisted of waking up, going to school, going to the local library and study until she got a headache. She would walk home at night and go to sleep immediately. For almost three years that was all Belle knew and she was hoping to get her degree without further complications. But hope often differs from reality. Especially when her neighbourhood was suddenly on lockdown, because an escapee was on the loose. Belle didn't expect to one day wake up and find said escapee peacefully sleeping in her room. She didn't expect to scream and wake him up. And she didn't expect that morning to be the beginning of their incredible, yet a little complex love story. But life is always better unplanned and unexpected. "The ex jailbird and the lawyer, what a fucking pair."

Starry Night ✧ Merida & Elsa by despicablehumanbeing

COMPLETED! ❝ 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 "𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲" ❞ - ᴠɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴠᴀɴ ɢᴏɢʜ ✧･ﾟ: - *✧･ﾟ* :･ﾟ- *:･ﾟ✧ "I'm... M-Merida Blythe van Gogh." "What did you say your name was...?" "Merida Blythe van Gogh?" "Van Gogh?!" "Van Gogh. Aye." Elsa was now inches away from me, looking straight into my soul like I was at some kind of police interrogation, convicted of murder. Jings, crivens, help mah boab. This was not how I imagined our first time staring into each other's eyes would be! "Like the artist? Vincent Van Gogh?" "Uh... never heard of him." ✧･ﾟ: - *✧･ﾟ* :･ﾟ- *:･ﾟ✧ All Rights Reserved 2023 © Copyrighted despicablehumanbeing Cover by: @disneyworksnerd / @despicablehumanbeing ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋs: - Snow On The Beach (Jack Frost & Elsa Fanfiction) - Brave & Loyal (Merida & Hiccup Fanfiction) - Wildest Dreams (Hiccup & Elsa Fanfiction) - Ask and Dare the Big Five (ROTBFTD Fanfiction) - The Only Exception (Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction)

Elf Prince - Protected by the Elf Prince Part 3 by BersealiaDreamheart

Things have been a rollercoaster of a ride since I, Princess Isilme Akasha, came to the elven realm of Oira Londe. A Darkness has been plaguing the realm, causing discord and war against one clan. One such attack led me to travel with my boyfriend, Prince Adresin Gaelin, and his cousin, Prince Elluin, to the library of my ancestral castle, searching for something to cure Elluin's poisoned father. We discovered the magical healing properties of the blessed Akashan fountain water, but I also found out something horrifying. My long-lost twin brother, Keasatran Akasha, who brought the Darkness to the realm to punish the clans for ignoring our ancestor's warnings about the dire consequences of banishing humans. I refused to join him, and left with the princes and the cure in hand. After a few misadventures, and getting accidently sent to another realm, we managed to make it back in time with the cure. Now, my ancestors gave me a mission I must fulfill; to use the same sacred water to bless the four guardian shrines and save them from the Darkness that threatens to consume them. However, my brother is now somewhere in Oira Londe, after I was forced to help him return in order to recover the cure to save Elluin's father. He asked me to trust him, but can I after all he's done? With all these burdens and hardly any more answers to my gifts, can I trust my gifts and instincts to guide me when the time is right? **This novel is dedicated in loving memory to Chloë Xianah, friend of Torishima Eve, best friend of MasterMissy, and original voice actor for the ASMR Elf Prince series. Rest in Peace, Chloë. We'll miss you. Disclaimer: This story is not my original idea, but based on an ASMR video series written by Tiger'sTaleASMR and starring MasterMissyASMR. Copying and/or selling anything of this without their consent will not be tolerated.

Open for Negotiation by fireheather

He watched as her eyes skimmed over his dark eyes and black hair with barely a reaction. He felt his pride twinge a bit so he went further. Lifting his hands, he let the blood drip from them. Her eyes widened slightly and her chin rose. She looked at his hands then back at him. His dark eyes gleamed in a challenge. "You've not harmed me or mine, faery." She spoke out loud. "Blood does not scare me and neither do you. Keep your dog on its leash." Then she turned and calmly walked back inside. Intrigued now, he went to the window of the house and watched as she reassured her mother that the dog was gone "I'll see you tonight, reckless child." He promised softly. **** Marcus felt himself beginning to wake and struggled to stay in the dream. But it was no use. His eyes opened and he released the pillow his hand was gripping. It was the same one that she had laid her head on every night. His head went into the pillow heavily for a moment, breathing in her faint scent. He hated and treasured dreams like that with equal fervor. He rolled over on his back and stared at the ceiling. It had been decades since she'd been forced to break that promise. He lifted his hand and touched the ring that had been her last gift. It had been decades, but it was yesterday. ***I did not skimp on the steamy scenes so consider yourselves warned ok? There are also a few violent scenes that I'll try to remember to put a warning before so you'll have a heads up. Any of the pictures/artwork were found online so I reserve no rights to those just the story. But I do reserve all rights to the story. This story runs concurrently with "Bloody Desire" and "All Roads Lead to Rome" Awesome new book cover is courtesy of @ScarlettOlivier. She's awesome. Check her stuff out.

Only For You by bellamerce

"And lo, the beast looked upon the face of beauty, and beauty stayed his hand. And from that day forward, he was as one dead." Carl Denham ***** As Marco and i approach the table, Nick comes up behind us. I walk to my usual place next to Marco. Nick walks to his usual place as well and holds out the chair on his right. "You sit here from now on" he announces for everyone to hear, as he looks at me. "I am fine where i am thank you very much" I respond. I remember very well how last time he didn't want me there because Rhea was here. No thanks. You can save it for her. "I wasnt asking" He says drawing unnecesary attention to us with everyone here. "Well good. Because i'm never sitting there, ever! Isnt that Rhea's chair? You made that very clear last time" i retort. I know am being petty infront of everyone, but i dont care. He started it. I would rather sit on the floor than occupy his "mistress' "chair Nick surprises me by smiling. I expected him to get angry or something, especially that i'm defying him in front of everyone. So now i'm not sure whether to feel relieved or scared. He walks up to me and my eyes widen, What is he up to? I'm already sitting down, but he pulls my chair out effortlessly and pulls me up. I stand up in shook and watch him carry the chair i was occupying next to his. He pulls out the one Rhea occupied and replaces it with the one he just took... "There, you can either sit here or on my lap, those are your only options, its up to you" he says turning to look at me again with a poker face. No expression. Zero. I turn to look at everyone at the table, and they are all looking at me expectantly. I look back at Nick and he is the only other person standing. "Shall i choose for you?" He smirks finally. ***** #1 in Lovers (20/12/2021) #1 in New (24/03/2022) #1 in Passion (15/07/2022) Books by Bellamerce Book 1: Only For You Book 2 :When Stars Align Book 3: Fire On Fire Book 4: Diamond Hearts Book 5: A Crystal Love

My Lucky Star (Complete) by LimhannyDong

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The Lost Life of Laraine by BearGoRawr

She lead a rather tragic life. The black sheep of her family due to her lack of affinity for fire. Her affinity was quite the opposite. Water in fact. Already in a time when women did not really have much political power or rights, she was outcasted by her family despite being of nobility. Still allowed to live in the distant west wing of the massive Grand Duke's manor, she has never eaten a single meal with her family nor extended family, and has spent her loneliness in her books and sword lessons. Although only taught by the head butler and one of the low ranked knights of the family, she was quite bright and if her family would have given her a chance she would have done great things. If only she didn't die at such a young age. Married off to some "hero" of sort that had slayed the Dragon of the North who was terrorizing the land and threatened the kingdom, this hero also had an affinity for fire and held her in disdain like the rest of her family. Suddenly a girl of another world was transported to their world, picked up by this hero and put into his secure care. The pair soon fell for each other despite the hero's marriage, and many believed Laraine got jealous of this girl of mystery, and tried to kill her. This was definitely not true. But because the girl was favored by the temple and kingdom Laraine was quickly arrested and put on trial. You can probably tell what happened to Laraine. But something strange happened the day of her execution. As soon as her decapitated head hit the ground the sky turned blood red and it began to rain fire. No one survived that day. But for some reason time went back, and Laraine was back to being a child, but with no memory of her future. There were select few in her life, however, that remembered her tragedy and now perhaps will take action to prevent it. NOTE: I'M AWARE THERE ARE A LOT OF INCONSISTENCIES. IT WILL BE EDITED SOME DAY BUT RIGHT NOW I'M JUST TRYING TO FINISH IT.

Things To Do At Night by Twinkling_spices

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The Crimson "Gentleman"

🔞 Renée is a woman. And her job? To be a male escort. Known as René. That year, she cried out, "There's a ghost!" and threw herself into his arms. The moans behind the door became their unspoken secret. She was like a porcelain doll, delicate yet haunting, stirring ripples in his young, darkness-steeped heart. The first thought that flashed through his mind was: destruction. Twelve years later, his father brought her home again. His mother collapsed outside the bedroom door, dead from a sudden heart attack. And in front of her, he sent his father to his final rest. He hated her. For making him lose his parents, leaving him utterly alone. For enchanting everyone around him with her beauty. For stirring the emotions he had long kept still, for shaking the unshakable, for making a man who ruled over everything lose control. He tormented her, humiliated her, desperate to prove that she meant nothing to him. Yet, he never once thought of letting her go. Because twelve years ago, he had said, "Let's always be together." 🎩 Why do beautiful things exist? To be possessed, then destroyed. Is it the beautiful woman who brings ruin, Or the hands that reach to claim her? Or merely the tide of longing, boundless, unrestrained? By the banks of the River Lethe, she stands, a solitary poppy, Her breath a whisper of ruin, her touch a kiss of dust. Who drinks her essence will fade, body and soul, into the void. It is not love, nor hatred, Not life, nor death, Not desire, nor sorrow. At the edge of oblivion, the flowers bloom, never to wither.