Resultados para "The Temple" en Contemporánea

The good girl falls for the bad boy. Can we name a bigger, or better cliché? Despite my ideas about the deep misogyny associated with this particular one, I've somehow found myself in the middle of it. Except, I'm not the good girl. I'm exceptional at playing that role. But I'm not. My secrets make sure of that. And he's not a boy. He's a man. Older than me by decades. An outlaw. A villain. A member of one of the most notorious MCs in the country. The Sons of Templar.

Flora Phillips has a ready excuse for everything. Abandoned as a baby on a stranger's doorstep, wrapped in nothing but a towel, she's spent her life believing one thing: if your mother doesn't want you, who will? Now thirty, with no boyfriend, no permanent home, and a career going nowhere, Flora decides it's time for answers. While others are hanging stockings and sipping mulled wine, she sets out on Christmas Eve to find the doorstep where her story began. But what she discovers isn't just the past - it's a future she never imagined. One filled with friendship, laughter, and maybe even love.

I'm not a worldly woman. I'm not cultured, well-traveled, or well educated. I'm just a housewife. A mother. I'm the woman with the handsome husband, beautiful daughter, the large house. If you saw it from the outside, you'd probably think I have the perfect life. You would most definitely be wrong. But I don't blame you. We all see what we want to see, turning a blind eye to what others want to stay hidden. Especially when it comes to love. They say love is blind. But I'm more apt to say it's wretched. Love is what made me stay. But love is also what saved me.

Souls are interesting things. Not something you can prove you possess. Not something that can be measured, like a heartbeat. But something that can be destroyed by the absence of a heartbeat. No, you cannot prove you possess a soul. But once that soul dies, there doesn't need to be proof that you don't have one. Once that blackened pit opens inside you, the world can see it. The world cowers from it.

Life is counted in tiny breaths, ones that measure the length of your existence. Life stole the ability to make those breaths easy when Lily was nine years old. Turned her quiet. Made her curl into herself, and shut out a world that threatened to bury her under its weight. The end of her world is what brings him back - her biker. His chocolate eyes pierce her soul while his club tempts her with a life that she didn't know she could ever have. Especially not when she was clutching the tattered remains of her existence.

This isn't a fairy tale. I'll save you the trouble by telling you that now. This is the tale of a girl who spent her life bouncing around foster homes, who had her innocence stolen in the darkness before she knew it was something that could be lost. Her demons followed her everywhere after that night. They chased her to the medical school she dropped out of, to the strip club she sold herself in, and finally caught her in a river of sin where they tried to drown her.

Ich bin nicht gut für dich und dennoch fällst du mir ständig vor die Füße. Checkst du nicht, dass ich dir niemals Blumen schenken werde? Ab dem Moment, als ihr Vater zu mir kam, war sie verloren. Allerdings wussten wir das damals noch nicht. Bald reiße ich sie hinab in meine Hölle, aus der es für uns beide kein Entkommen geben wird.

In meiner Welt wird Macht nicht verliehen, sondern beansprucht. In meiner Welt sind Frauen nur Mittel zum Zweck. In meiner Welt bedeuten Gefühle Schwäche - und Schwäche ist tödlich. Meine Welt existiert nur, weil ihre Welt schwach ist... Eine angehende Richterin, ein vorbestrafter Zuhälter und ein Schicksal, das keine Gnade kennt (aber mit Sinn für Humor).

Daniel isn’t used to living life in the slow lane. So when he finds himself unexpectedly jobless and back in his old Cornish hometown, he can’t sit still. Hazel used to be adventurous too. But now widowed and in her 80s, she barely leaves the house. When she sees an advert for Daniel’s new walking club, she grabs at the chance of some excitement. Daniel’s heart sinks when he sees that the only person who’s turned up for his walking club is the old lady from two doors down. What he doesn’t expect is to discover that she is one of the most fascinating people he’s ever met.

Kate’s fine. Just fine. Sure, her ex-fiancé is marrying Kate’s little sister in scenic Summit Springs. Sure, her friends and family don’t think that plot twist is weird. And sure, her pink bridesmaid’s dress is a fashion crime.

The New York Times bestselling author of Troublemaker and Heartbreaker delivers a heart-pounding and romantic thriller about a woman who must travel back in time to stop a ruthless killer—but can she also protect her heart from the irresistible, dark lover she finds there? Is it possible to...

Micah Pierce fears for her life as she escapes an abusive relationship. To her, California is the perfect place to create a new identity. Micah’s fears of being found escalate as her bus breaks down in the Panhandle of Texas. When the bus leaves without her, she’s forced to rely on the kindness of a stranger, Emma Lewis. Emma assures Micah she’s in the safest place possible, but Micah can’t help but look over her shoulder. As Micah comes to know the community around her and their love for God, she can’t help but feel unworthy because of her dark past.

Cora’s move to university suited her well; she was embracing the student life. Zach’s ‘out of sight, out of mind’ attitude was working and helping him forget her. But fate seemed to have other ideas when a surprise meeting sends shockwaves through Cora’s world. Opening up old wounds, the pull towards one another seems stronger than ever. Knowing they are no longer bound as student and teacher, the heat begins to rise between them.

Turning eighteen sucked! I had to return home to England from the UAE because Dad lost his job; great! So, I did what any newly turned eighteen-year-old with ID does. I went to the pub. Little did I know, I would meet the most gorgeous man there, and share the most panty-wetting kiss with his perfect god-like face. He was what all my wet dreams were made of.