Resultados para "The Bell" en Suspense romántico

Cruel. Coldblooded. Hades in a Brioni suit. Cillian Fitzpatrick has been dubbed every wicked thing on planet earth. To the media, he is The Villain. To me, he is the man who (reluctantly) saved my life. Now I need him to do me another small solid. Bail me out of the mess my husband got me into. What’s a hundred grand to one of the wealthiest men in America, anyway? Only Cillian doesn’t hand out free favors. The price for the money, it turns out, is my freedom.

Of two things I'm certain: When something sounds too good to be true, it is; and when Alexius Del Rossa makes you a deal, you run far away and never look back. Me? I didn't run. I stayed. I opened that envelope, and I accepted his offer. Why? Because my life was a mess and on a downward spiral to a big, fat nothing. And he just offered me everything in exchange for six months of my life. It was supposed to be a simple arrangement, but I learned the hard way that nothing is simple when it comes to Alexius.

The most important thing I’d ever read was scribbled on the door of a portable restroom, engraved into plastic at a carnival on the outskirts of Boston. Lust lingers, love stays. Lust is impatient, love waits. Lust burns, love warms. Lust destroys, but love? Love kills. Maybe it was always my destiny to fall in love with a monster. When other kids stayed awake at night fearing the pointy-toothed beast hiding in their closet, I longed to see mine.

Il était une fois... au lugubre manoir Winterness, le meurtre étrange de l'épouse d'un producteur de cinéma, dont la mise en scène rappelle de vieux contes pour enfants. L'inspecteur Jensen Caldwell, aussi taciturne que solitaire, est chargé de l'affaire. Très vite, ses soupçons se portent sur la sublime et rusée Medora Keenan, célèbre actrice que les fans se disputent, mais aussi belle-fille de la victime.

I'm just a small-town girl in a big city, tempted by a wicked bratva beast who spoils me rotten. He wants to have me, to claim me, to own every piece of me. By the time I realize the kind of man he really is, it's too late. I'm trapped in his perilous game with no way out.

Everyone treats me differently now. Like I'm this broken doll with glue sealing the cracks. It's okay. I can handle their pitying stares. But not his. Not Nicoli's. I hate the way he looks at me like I'm this fragile thing he's too afraid to touch. I want him to love me the way he did before this nightmare started. He needs to realize that I'm stronger than he thinks. I'm not a victim, and I'm more than a survivor. I'm a fighter. And while Nicoli and his brothers hunt the man responsible, I'm plotting my own revenge. This isn't a Dark Sovereign war. It's mine.

Jasha Antonov is everything my mother taught me to be wary of. Sadistically hot, openly jealous, and with a past so dark, he could be a villain in a fairy tale. When our worlds come crashing together, it's not a fairy tale we create. It's wicked, raw passion, wild, dangerous temptations, and a shocking secret that could destroy us both.

I despised Nikolai Antonov. It didn't matter that he was drop-dead gorgeous, rich beyond comprehension, and totally obsessed with me. His rock-solid abs and lustful banter weren't going to convince me to crawl into bed with him. Even when agreed to help rescue my cousin who was kidnapped by the Cartel, my opinion of him didn't budge. He was toxic, and I wanted absolutely nothing to do with him… Until I got pregnant with his baby.

Sometimes, in fairy tales, the heroine falls in love not with the hero but with the villain. That was my story. I fell for the man many called the Beast of Boston, Cian O'Callaghan. I didn't plan on it, especially after he stole me away from my father and forced me to marry him. But like all good tales, there were twists along the way. The world saw only a beast when they looked at Cian, but I knew him as a man with haunting secrets—secrets that only drew me closer to him.

When I came knocking on death's door,
the devil answered instead. And he was the most gorgeous man I'd ever met. His name was Viktor, and he promised to be my protector. But his protection came at the most perilous price…
 My body, my heart, and every inch of my freedom. But he couldn't take without leaving something behind, Something that would tie our souls together forever. I'm pregnant. And Viktor is the father.

On the night that I came face to face with death, I was rescued by the most gorgeous man I'd ever laid eyes on. A cunning bratva boss I had no business getting mixed up with. A dangerous man whose kisses tasted like wild summer days and a thousand bad decisions. Staying with him was simply not an option, and falling for him would ruin me forever. So, I allowed our chance encounter to end after just one passionate night under the stars. I should've known it would never be that simple, that two people from such different worlds would leave an impact that the universe would never forget.

We're 13 girls, captive to a man we rarely see. Obedience will become all we know - it is the only emotion we're permitted to feel. When we're bad, we're punished. When we're good, we're rewarded. Our scars run deep, yet we survive because we have to - because he teaches us to. All of us are special, we feel it with everything we are. He has us for a reason, but it's a reason we don't know. We haven't seen his face, but we know that something deeply broken lies beneath the darkness. With every touch, with every punishment, we know it.

There's always a price to pay when you're loved by a man like Nicoli Del Rossa. He's my king, the captor of my heart. But with the Dark Sovereign empire comes savage enemies thirsting for bloodshed, and when a mafia war is raging, buried secrets are brought to the surface. While my husband does everything to protect me, I start to see the cracks in his truth. The lies, the deception—it begins to unfold, and I no longer know who I can trust. All it takes is one night apart. One night of living in the dark. One night… and I remember everything.

I was a rising star, a talented ballerina dead set on etching her name into dance history. When a career-ending injury forced me to hang up my ballet slippers and put on my pink stiletto heels, I found myself trading my hard-earned talent for easy cash on the neon-lit fringes of society. That's where I met Zann, the paradoxical embodiment of my deepest dreams and most terrifying nightmares. A bitter beast wrapped in sticky-sweet promises and just about as filthy as a man can be. Soon, the line between watching and wanting was blurred, and his obsession pulled me under.

I signed my life away to a filthy bratva boss, a beast I can never hope to tame, a man who wants to control every inch of my body and soul. What choice did I have? I was cast out of my family and traded to a mafia boss I barely even knew. Now, he's my possessive husband.

Savva is a filthy bratva beast, as cruel as he is charming and as brutal as he is gorgeous. When I took over my late father's biker bar, I also took over the payments he was making to Savva, the leader of a powerful mafia family operating on the edge of Las Vegas. But Savva couldn't be satisfied with money alone. He wanted more. He spilled into my life like a dark, inescapable shadow, stealing my dignity and drowning me in his sin. But his twisted promises and dark desires aren't enough to convince me to fall for him. Neither are his whiskey kisses and his iron abs.

I’ve never had a life. I’m not talking about the freedom money can buy because I have that in spades. I’m talking about the freedom a girl gets from growing up with four overprotective Del Rossa men…which is zero. Zero freedom to have a social life. Zero freedom to date. Men in this city know better than to look my way. I’m Dark Sovereign property, and everyone knows you don’t touch what belongs to the Del Rossas. To the brothers, I’m the little sister they never had. Except for Nicoli.

Secret. Captive. Wife. I had my role to play in this war. He made that clear from the start. No matter what happened between us, his hunger for revenge kept raging. Not even an act of God could change that.

I knew I’d never have the luxury of choosing my own wife. An arranged marriage was a sacrifice men in my position had to make for their families. It wasn’t something I looked forward to, but it had to be done. I just never imagined my father would choose her to be my bride: Daniela Moretti, the daughter of my enemy...and I intended to treat her as such. Since the day she set foot in my house as my wife, my loathing of her turned into something deadlier than hate. Her strength intrigued me. Her fight seduced me. And I started seeing more in her than just Moretti blood.

I’m just the girl who lost her family, who disappeared. I’m the girl who seems normal on the outside, confident and strong. But if you thought that you’d be wrong. Nobody knows who I am anymore. Nobody knows why I’m back. All they know is I have information they need - information to end the reign of terror falling over their club.