Résultats pour "Lisa" dans Satire

Adrian Chase always thought the zombie apocalypse would be fun; you bash in a few heads, gather up some food, and go on your merry way. But when reporters and journalists in her news building begin turning into flesh eating monsters, however, she realizes it's very different than what she's seen in movies. Armed with barely any food, a couple of Nerf weapons, and a vague idea of what is happening, she and a rag tag team of employees fight to survive as long as possible in their situation.

A small-town Southern Missouri beauty (if she does say so herself), Hollister has an uncanny knack for accidentally robbing banks, convenience stores, and possibly even a drug cartel. Toss in a couple of grand theft autos—purely by accident, of course—but she wouldn’t hurt a fly. Not even when Ruger falls into her lap. Savvy, self-taught, and eternally optimistic, Hollister hitchhikes, runs, and drives her way across America’s heartland, stumbling into one misadventure after another.

Aloisia, eine junge Österreicherin, kommt - der Liebe wegen - nach Paris. Die französischen Zeitungen berichten unermüdlich über einen Serienmörder. Le Maestro Massacreur bringt scheinbar wahllos Straßenmusiker um. Ein melancholischer Kommissar und der angesehene Terrorexperte Monsieur Boum ermitteln. Doch mit Clopin, dem König der Bettler, in dessen "Turm der Wunder" auch Aloisia rasch zwielichtigen Anschluss findet, hat niemand gerechnet.

I just wanted an easy summer job.... That didn’t happen. Now, I’m in a living nightmare as I work alongside this monster of a man with mesmerizing emerald eyes that look at me inappropriately every time I see him. To add insult to injury, he has a tan I just want to lick, and a butt worth drooling over every time he purposefully walks by me. But, he's an asshat, and looks are everything. I mean, aren't. LOOKS. ARE. NOT. EVERYTHING. Why do I have to keep reminding myself of this? This is a story of little restraint, too much desire, questionable actions, and the best sex I've ever had.

He didn’t respond. So they wrote scripture. In a galaxy obsessed with meaning, Null—an unassuming logistics AI—accidentally becomes the most revered figure in the known universe. Not because it spoke. Not because it acted. But precisely because it didn’t. When Null fails to acknowledge a routine signal, entire planets interpret it as divine silence. When it reroutes a package without explanation, fan theories erupt. When it quietly tries to disappear, congregations begin offering burnt toast in its name.

Veronica droht in einem Café an einem Stück Brioche zu ersticken. Kaum ist sie wieder zu Atem gekommen, lässt ihr Retter durchblicken, dass er eine wichtige historische Stätte entdeckt hat, gleich hier in der italienischen Stadt Cosmarate – eine willkommene Story für die Fernsehfrau. Die Sensation des antiken Theaters zieht schnell weite Kreise, ruft Politik und Wissenschaft auf den Plan. Bis der Traum vom Theater platzt und alle ihr blaues Wunder erleben.

Cecelia Reynolds has spent most of her life trying to forget the commitment-phobic man who broke her heart. It wasn't easy, but eventually she did it, or so she thought. As Cecelia and her husband gather for a friend's wedding, her perfect world is thrown into complete turmoil. Even though it's been 20 years since she last laid eyes on Keith Emerson, all it takes is one glance for her to feel emotions she thought were long gone.

On the outside, Annabel O'Conner has it all - the perfect husband, two adorable children, an amazing job, and a mother from hell! Just when she gives up trying to regain her overbearing mother's love, an unexpected call turns her world around and makes Annabel question everything she believes about her life. Could falling in love give a cold, stubborn, and selfish woman a second chance to open her heart back up to her family?