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LES CHEVEUX BLANC
Broken Ring, Billionaire Secrets: Watch Me Shine
I sat on the edge of the examination table, the crinkle of the sanitary paper sounding like thunder in the sterile room. The doctor didn't even look at me as he confirmed the news: the pregnancy was over. My husband, Keyon, didn't answer my call. He just sent an automated text: "In a meeting." When I returned to our cold mansion, I found his iPad glowing with a message from his "muse," Katina. He was throwing her a secret gala tonight-on our third wedding anniversary. He told her he couldn't wait to escape the "boring" and "draining" atmosphere I created at home. Keyon didn't stumble in until 3 AM, smelling of Katina's perfume with a smear of red on his collar. When I handed him the divorce papers, he laughed in my face. He called me a "glorified housekeeper" with no skills and no future, promising I'd be back in three days begging for a subway ticket. He even bet his friends ten thousand dollars that I wouldn't survive a week without his name. He had his assistant cancel my credit cards and block my gate access before I even reached the end of the driveway. He wanted me to starve. He wanted me to crawl. He sat in his office, mocking the "desperate" woman who pawned her three-million-dollar wedding ring for scrap metal just to pay for a meal. I stood on the rainy curb, watching the man I had protected for three years treat my life like trash. He didn't know about the ultrasound I just threw in the bin. He didn't know that while he was calling me "dull," I was the one secretly writing the code that kept his billion-dollar empire from collapsing. As I slid into a cheap Uber, I opened a hidden, encrypted app on my phone. The screen refreshed to a dashboard for an account Keyon didn't know existed. The balance was ten figures long-the accumulated wealth of "Solaris," the world's most elusive tech genius. Keyon thinks he just evicted a parasite, but he's about to find out he just declared war on the only person who can hit "delete" on his entire life.
Le loup blanc
Nicolas Treml de La Tremlays, seigneur de Boüexis-en-Foret, voit, chaque jour qui passe, sa terre natale, La Bretagne, asservie sous l'impôt par le régent de France Philippe d'Orléans. Pour éviter une nouvelle guerre meurtriere pour les bretons, il décide de porter un seul coup et de défier en duel
Les Miserables
Les Misérables is a French historical novel by Victor Hugo, first published in 1862, that is considered one of the greatest novels of the 19th century. In the English-speaking world, the novel is usually referred to by its original French title. However, several alternatives have been used, includin
Les Demi-Vierges
Pendant que cette étude paraissait dans un magazine parisien, quelques-unes des personnes qui voulaient bien en suivre la lecture me présentèrent deux objections "sur le fond", comme on dit au Palais, qui me touchèrent vivement. Les voici, aussi nettement formulées qu'il m'est possible:
Les vies encloses
Extrait : "L'eau sage s'est enclose en des cloisons de verre D'où le monde lui soit plus vague et plus lointain ; Elle est tiède, et nul vent glacial ne l'aère ; Rien d'autre ne se mire en ces miroirs sans tain Où, seule, elle se fait l'effet d'être pus vaste Et de se prolonger soi-même à l'infini..
Les pilotes de l'Iroise
Un jour que la brume d'automne, chassée par un vent d'Ouest assez fort, commençait à s'étendre sur les flots qui s'agitent presque continuellement entre l'île d'Ouessant et le terrible Raz-des-Saints, une petite barque de pilote, surmontée d'une misaine et d'un taille-vent, tournoyait au milieu des
Les femmes d'artistes
Extrait : "MADAME HEURTEBISE. Celle-là, certes, n'était pas faite pour épouser un artiste, surtout ce terrible garçon, passionné, tumultueux, exubérant, qui s'en allait dans la vie le nez en l'air, la moustache hérissée, portant avec crânerie comme un défi à toutes les conventions sottes, à tous les
Les Dieux ont soif
Sous la révolution française, le glissement inexorable d'un "pur" vers l'abus de pouvoir et l'assassinat "légal" —puis la mort en Thermidor.
Bas les coeurs!
Extrait : "La guerre a été déclarée hier. La nouvelle en est parvenue à Versailles dans la soirée. M. Beaudrain, le professeur du lycée qui vient me donner des leçons tous les jours, de quatre heures et demie à six heures, m'a appris la chose dès son arrivée, en posant sa serviette sur la table. Il
