Résultats pour "The Baby" dans Psychologie

The day I was told I’d never be able to have a child, my world came crashing down. My husband says he still loves me, but I lie awake at night, wishing we could have a family. One morning, my husband’s side of the bed is cold and empty. I hear a noise and head downstairs. In the middle of the rug in my living room is a wooden drawer. Swaddled inside, with perfect rosy cheeks and beautiful round blue eyes, a baby gazes up at me.

"What a compulsive read! A brilliant first novel that kept me transfixed and entertained until the very last page." -- Tess Gerritsen, New York Times bestselling author You've been held captive in one room. You've been mentally and physically abused every day since you were sixteen years old...

Cynthia is 21, bored and desperately waiting for something big to happen. Unemployed and living with her father, her existence is self-absorbed yet meaningless; her days absorbed by reality TV, social media and an obsession with her striking fitness instructor Anahera. When Cynthia suggests they run away together, it’s not long before Anahera arrives at her door, ready to throw in the towel on her job and her marriage.

‘My baby’s been taken,’ I sob into the phone. Blood is everywhere. My fiancé, Alex, is slumped beside the birthing pool, his head gashed open. The baby? Gone. I cradle my empty stomach, my empty arms. And then Alex looks at me — not with love, but with blame. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. The move. The fresh start. The antenatal classes. The new friends. But nothing about this feels right. And as the sirens wail closer, I realize something terrible — someone planned this. Someone in our new life wanted our baby.

It’s been six months since Neal Becker was convicted of the murder of his mother-in-law. He’s been committed to the Central State Psychiatric Hospital for life. Meanwhile, "poor, innocent" Baby Natasha is in the custody of Susan Matlow, the compassionate nurse who helped "rescue" her from her criminally insane father. Neal knows what his daughter is. And he knows he only has one chance to stop her from causing more death and destruction.

To the world, I'm @HappyWife. Online, people only see my picture-perfect home, my handsome husband, Nick, and my beautiful baby, Thomas. They don't see the real Gemma Adams. They don't see my past, the dark secrets I'm hiding in my marriage. They don't see the fear I live in every single day. But I know someone is watching me. And now, they've taken Thomas. I just don't know why.

She survived the massacre. Now the real trouble begins. One minute, Erin Callahan is a hero—the teacher's aide who miraculously survived the Cedar Ridge Elementary massacre. The next, she's a pariah. The police are digging into her past. The media is turning her into a villain. The town has turned against her. But only Erin knows why she's truly afraid. Someone left a bouquet on her doorstep. Tucked inside: a plain white card with five words, neatly printed: I killed them for you.

Twenty-six-year-old NICU nurse Annabelle Kaplan is devoted to the preterm infants in her care—even as her own life quietly unravels. Haunted by the stillbirth of her daughter and drowning in secret debt from compulsive shopping, Annabelle clings to her work as a lifeline. When a tragic accident leaves her beloved patient, Baby Olivia, orphaned, Annabelle’s world tilts again. Olivia is placed in the custody of her only relative—an aunt who seems more interested in money than motherhood.

All my adult life, I've longed for a baby. We tried IVF. We tried everything. Now, we're waiting to adopt. We have a beautiful home and all the love in the world to give a child. But we're told it will take years. Then one day, at Rocky Point Beach, one thing leads to another. I make a split-second decision—and I come home with a baby. He has tiny red bow lips and the chubbiest cheeks. He's gorgeous. I call him Jonah.

I thought my sister was killed a year ago. But now her baby is on my doorstep… I’m drinking a glass of wine in my quiet, empty house, listening to the silence and wondering if I will always be this lonely… And then I hear the knock. When I open the door, I can’t believe what I see. A small bundle, pink fists waving weakly under a patterned blanket, gorgeous deep blue eyes blinking up at me. A baby. I rush to pick her up, clutching her tightly. Who can she belong to? Why would someone abandon her at my door?

Annie’s life looks perfect on the surface. Peaceful mornings in her beautiful tumbledown cottage, working from home while looking out over the daisies in the bottom of the garden. But there’s a reason Annie never ventures into town, a secret she’s hiding about where she’s from. A secret...

As I hold my daughter’s newborn baby to my chest, my heart breaks knowing she didn’t live to meet her son. Someone will need to raise this child, but who will fight the hardest?

From the bestselling author of Suffocated and Insomnia. Seventeen-year-old Teagan thought her life was perfectly ordinary, raised in a quiet town by her devoted mother, Tessa. But when an unexpected message arrives from a stranger claiming to know the truth about her father’s death, Teagan’s world is shaken. The message warns that she’s in danger and begs for her trust—leaving Teagan desperate for answers about her past.

As a nanny for the wealthy Eatons, Trina watches every day as Rosalind Eaton cradles the baby close. Trina’s baby. The sweet little boy won’t settle—he never does in Rosalind’s arms. It breaks Trina’s heart to see the tiny tears falling down his fat cheeks. His glossy hair is light auburn, and straight. Nothing like the Eaton family’s classic dark curls. Trina has been watching the Eatons for years. And what she knows about their dark past could be their undoing.

I haven’t slept properly since Riley was born. I love my baby so much–every noise he makes and every sleepy blink has me rushing to his side to make sure he’s safe. Yet the lack of sleep is getting to me. There are terrifying blanks in my memory, and my temper is blindingly short. I can’t rely on my partner–I don’t even know where he is half the time. But at least I have Maggie next door. She tells me this is just what new motherhood is like, so I have no choice but to ignore the blackout rages and blurred vision, for Riley’s sake…

Suzette knows her clever and manipulative seven-year-old daughter doesn’t love her. She can see the hatred and jealousy in her eyes. And as Hanna’s subtle acts of cruelty threaten to tear her and her husband apart, Suzette fears her very life may be in grave danger....

Her life was perfect. Until the video. Scarlett’s golden life suddenly unravels when someone sends a shocking video of her to everyone she knows. The only people who claim they haven’t seen it are the friends in her new mothers’ group: Cora, Emma and Asha. Scarlett is forced to delve into her past to discover who is out to get her. But as her circle of trust gathers around her, she has to ask - are her friends as innocent as they seem?

The only people who’ve been inside our house are the ones I thought I could trust. Someone close is watching me, speaking to Olivia and trying to make me look like a bad parent. I don’t care what my husband says. I’m more scared than I’ve ever been in my life, but my precious child means everything to me. They have no idea how far I’ll go to protect my daughter…

She bursts into my life like a storm, and nothing is the same again. One by one, I watch as my friends fall under her spell. Only I see that her smiles don’t reach her cold, furious eyes. And when I’m accused of things I didn’t do, when my home is vandalized, I know she’s behind it. But she only lets her mask slip when no one is looking, so if I say anything, I’ll look crazy. So when the baby shower comes around, I’m sitting on a velvet sofa in a posh hotel room, surrounded by balloons. But that afternoon, I finally learn the unbelievable truth. There is no baby....

My baby is due in two weeks. Hand on my bump, I swear to my little girl, I won’t be anything like my mother. I’m walking home after the perfect baby shower, enjoying the cool summer evening breeze. I can’t wait to rest my aching feet. I’m almost at my door when the world goes black.