Résultats pour "The Nose" dans Romance

"Faut se présenter ? Pfff. Marc Tillard. Flic. Râleur. Taciturne. Métro, boulot, dodo... et sexe, évidemment. Ma vie était réglée jusqu'à ce qu'un petit con aux yeux émeraude se pointe." "On parle de moi ? Simon Fauquet. Fun, insouciant et trop mignon. Ma vie rime avec soirées et vodka, jamais sans ma coloc' et meilleure amie. Entre nous, c'est à la vie à la mort, jusque dans les ennuis que j'attire comme un aimant."

College hockey rivals turned lovers Jackson Reed and Killian Blackwell are about to face their toughest match yet: Christmas with both their families at the Reed mansion. Between sexual tension to melt the estate's ice sculptures, and a shared future that's anything but certain, this holiday season is bound to be unforgettable.

I’m supposed to protect you after the most horrific time in your life. To do that I made a rule: No falling in love with you. But I effed up because I’m so damn in love with you that I ache for you without end. For seven years, I’ve held you when you cried, looked after you, and made damn sure you got back all the confidence stolen from you. It’s just, the whole time, I’ve been pining after you like a lovesick puppy. Pathetic, I know.

Being a member born into a secret society is nothing like what you would expect. Our world is dripping in diamonds and gilded in gold, but it’s also built atop the blood and bones of innocents. The wronged and the shamed haunting this town, this world, this society. Maggie Bartlett had accepted the fact that she would never have control over her destiny. That she would always be a puppet in their play. A queer woman in a Puritan man’s world is one of the most dangerous things to be. But what good is life without a little danger?

For almost a decade, I've been the secret pen pal of a convict—my best friend's father. All I wanted was to help bridge the gap between father and son. But the innocent act soon turns into more. Through our letters, I am able to be the brave, confident guy I am in fact, not. So what if I fibbed a little when I sent him a false photograph of me? And reinvented myself in those letters? After all, what's the harm when Griff will never be released from prison?

My moral compass is broken. That’s why I need rules. They keep me from killing people I shouldn’t. They keep me from crossing certain lines. I’m possessive. Obsessive. Deviant. And I like to fight. That’s what I see in Tristan when I spot him working in the swanky nightclub. His cool detachment is a mask. He’s angry, he’s lost, and he’s totally new to what he’s feeling. I want to feel that anger.

Spot doesn't believe in coincidences, not at all. So when Ishii's has to shut down for six weeks to remodel after a fire, and a new Italian restaurant opens in the plaza, he smells something rotten, and it's not out-of-date sushi. The fire inspector claims it was an accident due to an employee's careless cigarette, and with both Ishii and Master Callan accepting that, Spot can't get anyone to look deeper. There's nothing for it. He will have to learn how to look for clues like a pro and sniff out the real culprit for himself.

It all started with a favor. Now he is calling, and he's calling to collect. When two worlds collide, two families combine under one roof and there is no telling what is in store. One thing is for certain, when the Graves family meets the Gallows Hill crew, it's about to be a Very Bloody Christmas.

I've been a lone wolf in this broken, desolate world for four years. Until one fateful night with Cal exposes our secret desires, forging an unexpected bond despite our age difference. But he ran afterwards. And even when he returns, the lingering pain continues to haunt me. So I keep him at arm's length. When old friends arrive, their presence breathes new life into our home, easing the tension between Cal and I.