Les douze nouvelles nouvelles
Les douze nouvelles nouvelles
Ils valsaient avec emportement, mais avec abandon, ce qui est la grace suprême de la valse. Il y avait un peu de l'épervier qui enlève une colombe. On lui en voulait presque, à lui, de sa rapidité vertigineuse, mais on voyait bien que la jeune fille se livrait sans peur, enivrée par le tourbillon.
Et quand ce fut fini, elle lui dit, tout en se dégageant:
-Avec qui, monsieur, ai-je eu le plaisir de valser dans cette réunion selected?
-Oh! mon Dieu, mademoiselle, un nom ridicule; je ne descends ni des croisés ni de l'Oeil-de-Boeuf. Je m'appelle tout bêtement M. Arthur Dupont. Maintenant, si vous êtes curieuse de savoir ma profession, je suis auditeur au Conseil d'état, profession tout aussi ridicule que l'est mon nom.
Un physionomiste qui e?t étudié la figure de la jeune fille aurait bien vu passer un nuage sur l'enjouement passionné de la valseuse. Elle retombait sur la terre du haut de son envolement amoureux.
Arthur Dupont! porter dans le monde un nom qui n'est pas mondain, n'est-ce pas y para?tre dans un habit mal fait, avec une cravate mal mise?
La jeune fille reprit son fauteuil avec un sourire impertinent, se disant tout bas: ?Auditeur au Conseil d'état! En effet, il a de grandes oreilles.?
Parti pris, car Arthur Dupont avait de jolies oreilles. C'était d'ailleurs ce qu'on peut appeler un joli valseur, qui ne déparait ni le monde où l'on s'amuse ni le monde où l'on s'ennuie; profil à peu près correct, front lumineux, yeux vifs, bouche spirituelle.
Sa valseuse était sévère; on peut bien s'appeler Arthur Dupont sans encourir les foudres de la mode.. C'est que cette valseuse avait été élevée par sa mère à jouer les Célimènes, celles qui n'aiment que leurs robes, leur éventail et leur beauté,-même quand elles ne sont pas belles. Il est vrai que celle-ci était bien jolie: figure parisienne à donner le vertige à ceux qui n'ont pas couru les filles du demi-monde. Ce qui surtout couronnait son air impertinent, c'est qu'elle portait un grand nom, que je masquerai ici par celui de Laure de Montaignac.
Une de ses amies la félicita d'avoir si bien valsé avec un si bon valseur.
-Je ne m'en souviens pas, dit-elle d'un air distrait.
Vint une autre valse. Elle prit un mauvais valseur; elle en faillit briser son éventail. Aussi Arthur Dupont fut-il le bienvenu quand il se présenta pour la troisième valse. Elle s'avoua alors que le nom ne faisait pas l'homme. Ce fut un si joli spectacle de les voir, elle et lui, valser en tourbillonnant, que tout le monde applaudit comme si on e?t entendu chanter la Patti et jouer Sarah Bernhardt. Laure s'indigna.
-Me prend-on pour une comédienne? Je valse pour moi et non pour la galerie.
Ceci se passait à l'ambassade d'Espagne. Le lendemain, autre fête chez Mme Mackay; nouvelles valses; les oreilles parurent moins grandes, le nom moins vulgaire, tandis que le valseur parut plus entra?nant.
Cela continua toute la semaine, si bien que le bruit se répandit dans le monde que M. Arthur Dupont épousait Mlle Laure de Montaignac.
-Pourquoi pas? dit Arthur à Laure.
Mais Laure répondit à Arthur:
-Comment voulez-vous que je change mon nom contre le v?tre? Ah! si vous étiez tout à coup, par un miracle, un homme d'état, un ambassadeur, un grand poète, un grand peintre....
-Je ne suis, hélas! rien de tout cela, dit le valseur avec amertume.
Il aimait follement Laure, il ne se croyait pas à une si grande distance de l'idéal de la jeune fille.
-Encore, lui dit-elle avec un soupir, si vous aviez une écurie et un four in hands!
-Qu'à cela ne tienne, s'écria Arthur en lui saisissant la main. Vous savez que j'ai quelque fortune; dès demain j'aurai une écurie, co?te que co?te. Où la voulez-vous!
-A Chantilly, pour le plus beau rally-papers d'outre-Manche.
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all-from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn't return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel's terminal illness and realized she didn't have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to get a divorce, Mark," I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time-even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
After a one-night stand with a stranger, Roselyn woke up to find only a bank card without a PIN number. Still in a daze, she was detained on charges of theft. Just as the handcuffs were about to close, the mysterious man reappeared, holding her pregnancy report. "You're pregnant with my child," he said coldly. Shocked, Roselyn was whisked away in a helicopter to the presidential palace, where she learned the truth: the man from that night was none other than the country's most powerful and influential leader!
When her half-sister stole her fiancé, scarred her face, and threw her from a skyscraper, Amelia thought it was the end-until fate gave her a second chance. Reborn with bitter clarity, she vowed not to repeat the same mistakes. In her past life, she had been kind to a fault; now, she would wear a mask of innocence to outmaneuver every snake in the grass. One by one, she tore down their schemes-leaving her treacherous sister begging, her stepmother pleading, her worthless father groveling, and her ex-fiancé crawling back. Her response was a cold smirk and two words: "Get lost." But the one thing she never anticipated was crossing paths with Damien Taylor-the most powerful and untouchable man in the capital-on the very first day of her new life. They said he was ruthless, ice-cold, immune to any woman's charm. Amelia believed it. until she learned the truth: the man was dangerously cunning. "Miss Johnson, I saved you. How about dinner?" "Miss Johnson, I helped you. Don't you owe me a favor?" Backed against the wall, Amelia felt his low voice vibrate through her: "You owe me too much, Amelia. It's time to pay up-starting with you." Only much later would she realize. she'd been owing him all along.
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