Résultats pour "Stella" dans Psychologie

Stella seems to have her whole life ahead of her: She has just graduated with a dual masters in Psychology and Criminal Justice, she is engaged to the man of her dreams after a whirlwind romance, and she is moving to the East Coast with him as she prepares for the wedding and searches for a dream job, hoping to be a criminal profiler. She is unbelievably excited for her life together with Chris—until she meets his family.

1980, Mississippi. Son las tres de la madrugada cuando Bobby Western se sumerge en el mar del golfo de México con su traje de neopreno e ilumina el avión hundido con la linterna de buceo: nueve cuerpos con el cinturón de seguridad aún abrochado. Faltan la caja negra y el décimo pasajero. Pero ¿cómo es posible? Testigo colateral de maquinaciones que solo pueden perjudicarle, Bobby se ve ensombrecido en cuerpo y espíritu por hombres con placa, por el fantasma de su padre (uno de los inventores de la bomba de Hiroshima) y por su hermana, el amor y la ruina de su alma.

Newly engaged Stella Fall, 26, is horrified to learn of the secrets hiding in her fiancé's past, in his ultra-wealthy family, and in their exclusive Connecticut suburb. When someone turns up murdered, Stella, to clear her name, is forced to investigate. But in a culture ridden with masterful liars, can she ever really find the truth?

Left alone for the weekend while her husband and two children are visiting her in-laws, the narrator of KILLING STELLA recounts the addition of her friend’s daughter, Stella, into their already tense and tumultuous household. Staring out the window at her garden, she worries about the baby bird in the linden tree, about her husband, Richard, who flits from one adulterous affair to another, about her son’s gloomy demeanor and her daughter’s obliviousness to everything, and, most of all, she worries about Stella, a confused teenager who has just met a sudden and disastrous end.

This time, it's murder but there's no body and no motive. In fact, there's no evidence of any foul play except for the word of a nosy busy-body with night-vision binoculars. Despite big bucks, I suggest we pass on this case but Sam's family butts in and of course, it explodes in our face. Now, we're hip deep in a whole lot of shit better left to the police. The good news? No more Joey. We moved into the loft above our new office space. The bad news? They're demolishing the church next door and the jackhammer's sent our kitten into therapy.

I thought I had found the perfect guy. Jake was handsome and sexy, and had eyes that could get me to do just about anything. The problem? The thought of being in love scared the hell out of me, so I called it quits and ran before I got in any deeper, driving off into a crazy winter storm. When I woke up the next day, I was in a strange hospital and slowly came to the realization that I was being drugged and held there against my will by my ex-boyfriend Jake.

As Jindo delves deeper into the high-stakes world of haute couture, his initial wonder is laced with unsettling truths, revealing the high fashion industry's dichotomy beneath its glamorous veneer. He stumbles upon hidden agendas and concealed biases, where Gabrielle's charismatic exterior belies the dark secrets she harbors.