amoureux à longue distance

Madelyn Jent died on her wedding anniversary. She had been married to Zach Jardin for eight years, compromising for the better part of her life. However, she ended up being kicked out of the house.After the painful divorce, Madelyn was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Despite her deteriorating health, she clung to life in the hospital, hoping that Zach would visit her one last time.As Valentine's Day arrived, heavy snow fell outside. Yet, Zach failed to make an appearance, leaving Madelyn with a deep sense of regret. "Zach Jardin... If I could start over, I would never fall in love with you again!"Miraculously, Madelyn found herself reborn to the time when she was eighteen. Fueled by the desire to avoid repeating the same mistakes, she made a solemn vow to distance herself from everything related to Zach.But fate seemed determined to test her resolve. Just as she sought to escape the shadows of her past, the same man, Zach, emerged with an intimidating aura, gradually approaching her step by step. His voice, reminiscent of a devil's melody, echoed through the hallway as he declared, "Madelyn, I'll take care of you for the rest of your life..."

People aren't always who they appeared to be. James Miller knows very well that he is not the Bailey family's first choice in a son in law. His haughty mother in law, especially, makes her dissatisfaction with the arrangement very clear by tormenting James on a daily basis. Facing the unemployed James, she constantly puts up a cold front and keeps her distance from him. In the eyes of the Bailey's and those around them, James is a black sheep and an embarrassment to the family. Little did they know he is the heir to a multinational companies around the world. How will his life and relationship with his family change once his true identity is revealed? Will Ava finally accept James as a worthy husband? Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction and any similarities in names and characters are purely coincidental

Jake sensed a problem as soon as he left the hallway.He had circumnavigated the complex's exterior by following the gate until he had gained some distance from the creatures he hoped were still attempting to enter the pool.He cut through one of the buildings to get back to the parking lot once he was comfortable doing so.Although it was almost as if he sensed the overturned SUV, he did not immediately notice it.One of the dumpster sites in the complex had two large city dumpsters enclosed by brick walls, preventing it from reaching his location.He only had to walk a few steps before he saw the clearly upside-down portion of the vehicle sticking out from the dumpster block.He took a few more steps, and he saw something strange and reflective lying on the ground. Another few steps revealed the object's identity. Sunglasses with aviators. Jake recognized Lucas 's aviator sunglasses right away.which meant Francis , and he started to run.Run wasn't even close to being sufficient.Jake probably had never moved faster in his entire life.He didn't even give it much thought.He had forgotten about his worn-out body and aching limbs.They were a thing of the past and had long since disappeared from history.He had no idea that there were undead creatures all around.They had also become non-entities.For him, the overturned SUV and its contents were the only things that mattered.

Jessy Jenkins: 21 years old hidden mafia princess. She just graduated from college hoping she can start a career by becoming a writer. Unfortunately that didn't happen because she's always in danger even not knowing it. But she tried to live her life as much as she could. She loves her family and friends and works at a nightclub called Sexy Kitties with her mom as a waiter. Her boss is her childhood crush but he didn't know that. Jessy always wanted a family of her own one day. Her father was never around but she knows he's watching her from a distance because her father's brother wants her and her mother dead.

I hated being locked up like a damsel in distress. Like I was some princess that needed constant protection, but deep down I was grateful. I was still struggling to summon my powers, so if I was attacked alone I would be defenseless. I understood why Valerian wanted me to stay confined within the walls of our home since there was a protection spell suffocating the entire atmosphere that surrounded it. But I was so bored. Valerian was not there to take me out and keep me occupied with his cocky smiles and quirky comments. The only thing I could think to do to pass the time was to take a stroll around the castle grounds. I exited out into the courtyard and walked past the beautiful wooden benches and vibrant trees. Roses of every colour confiscated the grounds and it was like I was walking through a rainbow. My fingertips caressed the petals and I inhaled the sweet scent of their exquisiteness as I walked through the trails. I was so mesmerized by the area that I didn’t realize where I was going. I gasped as I reached for the next rose in my path, and it crumbled from my touch. The rest of the walkway was filled with black and decayed roses that tumbled to the ground like ash from a horrible wildfire. My frightened eyes glared out into the distance as I realized the dead flowers led to a shadowy tunnel made from black brick. A sign barely dangling from a broken chain at the top of the entrance read ‘dungeon.’ My body cringed at the sight. This was the dark side of Valerian that I knew and wanted to avoid as much as possible.

In a world perpetually brimming with temptation and snares lying in wait, demons are always ready to engulf the weak souls who fall into the abyss of despair. Yet, far in the distance, bright rays pierce the darkened skies - these are the demon hunters, ready to sacrifice their lives to hunt and protect the safety of all. From ancient times, demons should have been exterminated. However, fortunately, some survived and are planning to reopen the Book of Salamon to unleash Lucifer and other ferocious demons trapped within its pages. Claude Young is one of these demon hunters, but he possesses the blood of both demon and human. This is why he wields the power of both species. Alongside his companions, Claude endeavors to cleanse the world of these demonic beings and thwart their malevolent plans.

"Mr. Verus,” she said, “the surgery has already been paid for.” Cassius blinked, stunned. “What? By who?” Before the nurse could respond, a tall, imposing figure appeared. The man was impeccably dressed, his presence commanding attention. “I paid for it,” the man said, his deep voice resonating in the sterile corridor. Cassius stood, his body tense. “Who are you?” The man smiled faintly, extending a hand. “Augustus Verus,” he said. “Your father.” Shock coursed through Cassius. “My father?” he echoed, incredulous. “That’s impossible.” “It’s the truth,” Augustus said, pulling out a neatly folded envelope. Inside were photographs, documents—proof of their connection. “I’ve been watching from a distance, waiting for the right moment to step in. And now, it’s time.” Cassius stared at the evidence, his emotions a whirlwind of disbelief, anger, and curiosity. “Why now? Why not before?” Augustus met his gaze steadily. “Because you had to face life’s hardships to grow. But now, you’ve earned the right to know the truth—and the power to change your fate.” He handed Cassius a sleek black card. “This is yours. It grants you access to my wealth. Use it wisely.” Cassius hesitated before taking the card, his fingers trembling. The weight of everything that had happened—his humiliation, his sister’s injury, and now this revelation—threatened to overwhelm him. But as he looked at Augustus, determination flickered in his eyes. “I’ll use this,” he said quietly, “to protect Vinna—and to repay everyone who looked down on me.” Augustus nodded, a faint smile on his lips. “Then I trust you won’t disappoint me, son.” Cassius watched as Augustus walked away, leaving him standing in the sterile hallway, a man reborn."