There are a lot of things I wish I knew about death before it hit me. Like how the pain you felt right before just suddenly fades away. Or how you really do get this sense of peace and understanding when you go.
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Loleeta: the tip of
the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.
lita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for
grandfathers had sold wine, jewels and silk, respectively. At thirty he married an Eng
informed, simple, noblewinged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.
might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, a certain initial
lish girl, daughter of Jerome Dunn, the alpinist, and granddaughter of two Dorset par
a fancy prose style.
blue picturepostcards. He owned a luxurious hotel on the Riviera. His father and two
Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in
racial genes: a Swiss citizen, of mixed French and Austrian descent, with a dash of
my arms she was always Lolita.
girlchild. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lo
Lo. Lee. Ta.
the Danube in his veins. I am going to pass around in a minute some lovely, glossy
Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the mis
I was born in 90, in Paris. My father was a gentle, easygoing person, a salad of
sons, experts in obscure subjects paleopedology and Aeolian harps, respectively. My very photogenic mother died in a freak accident (picnic, lightning) when I was three,
had lightheartedly taken advantage of it one rainy day and forgotten it by the time
infinitelysoftpartings,inPichon'ssumptuousLe Beauté Humaine that that I had
in his delightful debonair manner, my father gave me all the information he thought
whenever I overheard the servants discuss his various ladyfriends, beautiful and kind
the hollows and dells of memory, over which, if you can still stand my style (I am
a waxen complexion. She wrote poetry. She was poetically superstitious. She said she
suddenly entered and traversed by the rambler, at the bottom of a hill, in the summer
me out boating and biking, taught me to swim and dive and waterski, read to me
redolent remnants of day suspended, with the midges, about some hedge in bloom or
ets and fives,andgotexcellentmarks,andwasonperfecttermswithschoolmatesand
and, save for a pocket of warmth in the darkest past, nothing of her subsists within
traveler in perfumes, spent most of his time in America, where eventually he founded
teachers alike. TheonlydefinitesexualeventsthatI canrememberashavingoccurred
tentate, everybody liked me, everybody petted me. Elderly American ladies leaning
Don Quixote and Les Misérables, and I adored and respected him and felt glad for him
neglected, served in my immediate family as a kind of unpaid governess and house
gidity of some of her rules. Perhaps she wanted to make of me, in the fullness of
could not pay my father, bought me expensive bonbons. He, mon cher petit papa, took
den of the school with an American kid, the son of a then celebrated motionpicture
the weather cleared. I was extremely fond of her, despite the rigidity the fatal ri
knew she would die soon after my sixteenth birthday, and did. Her husband, a great
time, a better widower than my father. Aunt Sybil had pinkrimmed azure eyes and
on their canes listed towards me like towers of Pisa. Ruined Russian princesses who
I attended an English day school a few miles from home, and there I played rack
Mirana revolved as a kind of private universe, a whitewashed cosmos within the blue
greater one that blazed outside. From the aproned potscrubber to the flanneledpo
keeper. Somebody told me later that she had been in love with my father, and that he
writing under observation), the sun of my infancy had set: surely, you all know those
reactions on the part of my organism to certain photographs, pearl and umbra, with
filchedfromunderamountainofmarblebound Graphics in the hotel library. Later,
My mother's elder sister, Sybil, whom a cousin of my father's had married and then
beings who made much of me and cooed and shed precious tears over my cheerful
ange trees, friendly dogs, sea vistas and smiling faces. Around me the splendid Hotel
motherlessness.
a firmandacquiredabitofrealestate.
before my thirteenth birthday (that is, before I firstsawmylittleAnnabel)were:asol
emn, decorous and purely theoretical talk about pubertal surprises in the rose gar
dusk; a furry warmth, golden midges.
I grew, a happy, healthy child in a bright would of illustrated books, clean sand, or
actress whom he seldom saw in the threedimensional world; and some interesting
I needed about sex; this was just before sending me, in the autumn of 923, to a lycée in Lyon (where we were to spend three winters); but alas, in the summer of that year,
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Annabel was, like the writer, of mixed parentage: halfEnglish, halfDutch, in her case.
I remember her features far less distinctly today than I did a few years ago, before
plain to, nobody to consult.
he was touring Italy with Mme de R. and her daughter, and I had nobody to com
I knew Lolita.
There are a lot of things I wish I knew about death before it hit me. Like how the pain you felt right before just suddenly fades away. Or how you really do get this sense of peace and understanding when you go.
She went home only to find the man she devoted her whole life to cheating with her elder sister. It was supposed to be their wedding day and he didn't show up,breaking his promise after making her give up on her career. Heartbroken, she found solace in the bar and she met someone in her drunken state. The next morning, she had no way to return home because she was now homeless. She pleaded with the one who helped her to take her in, but he refused. Then it struck her. "I heard you are looking for a wife over the phone. Let's get married, she proposed. A few weeks later, the media were surprise to see a once famous actress with a renowned billionaire, leading to interviews. Mr. Zack Anderson, usually dismissive of reporters, seemed different that day. "Mr. Zack Anderson, did the once famous actress seduce you for personal gain?" "Who has the right to seduce me other than my wife?" he replied, and someone in his living room stood up. "She married my uncle!"
To outsiders, Aileen was the adopted daughter of the Jefferson family, dismissed and scorned by all. Yet, in the underground racing world, she thrived as the dark rose, savoring the thrill and speed of night races. But her life took a new turn when Derek returned home, leading to a passionate night that diverted Aileen from the Jefferson family's path. Derek, the ruthless heir to the Jefferson legacy, tactfully steered the family's ambitions. Despite his control, he found himself captivated by Aileen-his adopted sister, business partner, and an exceptional racer-drawn to her enigmatic allure.
"Ms. Crawford, it’s time for you to divorce Mr. Larsen and come home. You're the only heiress the Master's waiting for.” ~•~ For the sake of love, Amara accepted the arranged marriage with Tobias William Larsen. She did everything to gain her husband’s heart but when his old love returned, she realized that all her effort was all for naught. Tobias demanded a divorce on the night of their wedding anniversary, even at the price of threatening her. Heartbroken, she finally dropped all her illusions about him and returned home to be the heiress. The next time she met Tobias, they were no longer couples but opponents. "Mr. Larsen, should I remind you again? We've divorced." "Amara, that's the stupidest mistake I've ever made. Please come back to me."
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
Book 1 Amethyst prayed for her childhood best friend to be her mate. Everyone stares, they tease, they bully her for being an orphan but Mason was different. He protected her, he defended her. The Alpha's son loved her since they were pups. But you can't be kids forever. Everything turned sour when Mason began training to take over the Stone Heart Pack. He turned on her just like everyone else, Mason made her the target of his ruthless antics and when they turned of age - it got worse. Mason doesn't want an orphan for a mate. She has no power, no status and he wants someone with wealth to carry the Luna title. Amethyst isn't it. Everything crashes down, the humiliation and rejection too much to bare, turning Rogue was her only option. She couldn't submit any longer to the torture and living in the woods for a couple years before death seemed less painful. Until a man arrives. Claiming that Amethyst isn't an orphan. That she belongs to one of the five founding families. Amethyst thought that rejection was where her life ended. Wait till she finds out that it's only the beginning and neither her heart or life are safe. ******** Book 2 Maverick's past is a secret for a reason, there are rumors spread that he made deals with ancient witches to get the power every member longs for. But it's just a rumor....or is it? There is a reason why his mind and heart are always at war because if he claims Sage as his, hell would rip her from this earth. The best option is to stay away from her, to not have contact with her. What can he do when she shows up at his territory? Desperate to escape her grief. The problem is, Maverick made promises and with Sage in the picture - he can't keep them. There is a reason why Maverick is the Forbidden Alpha.. and Sage is about to find out what being a Fated Mate truly means. ******* Book 3 Jasmine Ravenstone gave up everything for a man who couldn't speak. Renouncing her Alpha title and fleeing with Kyson Zero, she has no idea of the past he carries or the Fated Mate curse she will endure. Being born from the first witch in existence, Kyson and Kier had to go through lifetimes to kill their father and never succeeded in their destiny. Now, the seal has been broken and they are down to their last life. If they don't kill their father then the supernatural world will cease to exist. Kyson didn't realize the ramifications of his actions. Stealing a Fated comes with consequences, a sirebond that ties Jasmine to him. He didn't expect a curse that will cause damnation. ******* Book 4 Kier Zero returns to his life as Alpha, after ultimately killing his first tormentor. But that was only his first demon, there is a second one that haunts him. Marked by Olivia Aspen, he wants as much distance away from her as possible. Until she arrives, with a mysterious power that everyone seems to want and a debt to a deadly vampire. She has no one to consult, stranded and lost in a world without a pack or home. Olivia chooses to repay her debt, but that comes with strings attached when the charming vampire has more to offer than she ever could have imagined.
June Rivera was divorced by her husband after three years of marriage to be with her sister who was pregnant for him. Kicked to the curb with a divorce and rejected by her parents, she struggles to make ends meet and get a job until she saves Luis Ambrose from an accident - the only child of Rafael Ambrose, a widowed man and the CEO of Ambrose Corps. When little Luis asks to have her as a nanny, and Rafeal's mother pressures him to get married, they draw a contract. To be Luis's Nanny and his fake wife for one year in exchange for 50 million dollars!