A group of friends, in search of a break far from the daily routine, rents an isolated house on the edge of a mysterious lake for a stay of a few days. At first, the place seems peaceful and perfect for relaxation, but little by little, strange phenomena disturb their tranquility. A evil presence, linked to the dark past of the house and the lake, is gradually revealed, playing with their most buried fears and secrets. Day after day, the atmosphere becomes more oppressive, their personal tensions are intensifying, and friends find themselves trapped in a spiral of terror. While they try to understand what is happening to them and find a way to escape, the truths about the past tragedies and the claim that they share with the house come in the light. Their friendship, put to the test, will be the only hope to survive ... but not all will leave this unharmed place. While the shadow of the lake continues to hover over them, the border between reality and horror becomes more and more vague.
The end of the day brought calm to the city. Alice, his fingers nervously hung on the strap of her backpack, stood motionless in front of her window. His eyes followed the movements of the heavy clouds which were piled up in the distance, like a silent promise of a storm. She inspired deeply, seeking to appease the agitation that rumbled in her. Going away from the city, far from its problems, seemed to be a perfect idea. However, a touch of doubt pulled it back.
Lucas had convinced her, with his overflowing enthusiasm that this house by the lake would be the ideal place for a weekend. "Nothing but us, nature and calm. You're going to see, that's exactly what we need, "he told him. But basically, Alice was not sure that it was an escape, or a confrontation with something more insidious.
A klaxon stroke resonated in the street. She jumped before taking a look below. The Lucas van was there, with Mathias, Hugo and Mélanie already inside. Lucas signaled him from the driver's seat, as if he did not want to give him the opportunity to change his mind.
She went down slowly, adjusting her bag on her shoulders. When she arrived at the door of the van, Mélanie gave her a playful smile.
Finally ! You were waiting. I was starting to believe that you had changed my mind.
Alice shrugged, trying to hide her discomfort.
Just business to prepare. Nothing more.
Lucas slowly hit the steering wheel with his hands, impatient.
Come on, is everyone there? Here we go ! This weekend will be memorable, I promise you.
Hugo, always ready to joke, slipped:
Provided that Mélanie does not panic at the first strange noise. We're in an old house, Mél, not a horror film.
Mélanie rolled eyes.
Very funny. We will see who will be the most courageous if something scary happens.
Lucas started, and the van started on the road. The slight conversation between them was punctuated by laughter and jokes, but Alice remained silent, observing the landscapes which gradually changed. They left the city to cross more rural areas, where the trees seemed to stretch to the sky like pleading hands.
Mathias, sitting next to her, examined her camera.
You know, this kind of landscape is perfect for dark and mysterious shots. This lake ... I feel that it will inspire me.
Alice nodded, without really answering. Mélanie leaned from the front and launched with a mischievous smile:
So Alice, do you plan to stay silent all the way or you finally tell us what bothers you?
Alice hesitated for a moment before answering:
I'm just tired. And ... I have always found strange that we can rent such an isolated, almost abandoned house.
Hugo laughed.
Odd ? That's what makes the experience great. No neighbors, no noise ... just us and tranquility.
Mélanie nodded, but her expression became more serious.
Tranquility or not, I hope there will be nothing ... worrying. These old houses still have stories, right?
Lucas intervened, determined to dispel their concerns.
Listen, friends. The house is charming. I saw her in pictures, and she has everything we need. A fireplace, a breathtaking view of the lake ... no problem to be done. Trust me.
But even seemed a little tense to him. Perhaps because they were now sinking into areas where the telephone signal gradually disappeared. Daylight quickly declined, and a sinister shadow seemed to wrap the woods. Mélanie murmured gently:
I hope we are not making a mistake ...
When they turned on the way to the way, all fell into contemplative silence. The building suddenly appeared between the trees, massive and threatening. Its dark wood walls seemed to have absorbed years of loneliness and secrets. The lake that stretched behind was a black, motionless surface, which did not reflect anything from the sky.
Lucas stopped the vehicle and turned to others with an enthusiastic smile.
There, friends! Welcome to us for the next two days.
Mélanie murmured almost speechless:
It's ... huge.
Mathias grabbed his camera and took some shots through the window.
Not very welcoming, but it has charm.
Alice, on the other hand, felt a thrill. A strange feeling, as if the house observed them, devoured it from the gaze.
When they went down from the van, Lucas guided the group to the door. He turned a rusty key in the lock, and a sinister creak resonated. Inside, the air was heavy, loaded with humidity. The walls seemed to absorb the light, plunging each corner into a disturbing darkness.
Hugo laughed to relax the atmosphere.
Perfect. Lack more than a ghost to complete the table.
Mélanie gave her a severe look.
Stop, Hugo. It's already pretty weird like that.
Lucas put his things near the entrance.
Well, choose your rooms. I will light the fireplace and make this place a little warmer.
Alice went upstairs, her steps resonating on the old boards. She opened a door at random and discovered a strangely simple room. However, the air seemed to be freezing, and invisible tension weighed on his shoulders.
When she opened the window to ventilate, she saw the lake. A dark, motionless stain that seemed to suck all life around. A soundtrack behind her made her jump. Mathias entered, his camera by hand.
Pretty room. It suits you well.
Alice shrugged.
If only she didn't give me goosebumps ...
Back in the living room, they settled around the fire. Lucas showed them an old newspaper he had found in a wardrobe.
Look at that. A little disgusting, but it looks ... intriguing.
Hugo leaned, examining the yellowed pages.
-Maybe we will find frightening anecdotes. Perfect for an evening.
Mélanie pushed the newspaper.
No question. I prefer not to know what happened here.
Lucas smiles.
Oh, come on. Where is your sense of adventure?
Alice watched the newspaper, but part of her didn't want Lucas to read him. There was something disturbing, as if opening this book could wake up something that should remain asleep.
While the night advanced, strange noises began to be heard: an almost imperceptible creak, like a door which opened slowly somewhere in the house. Hugo tried to joke, but no one laughed. Alice got up, her eyes fixed on the window overlooking the lake.
I ... I saw something. Near the lake. I'm sure I saw it.
Lucas shook his head.
You have ideas. There is no one here.
But Mélanie murmured gently:
-Maybe someone looks at us ...
Elise, a woman haunted by the disappearance of her old love Thomas who had perished during a boat trip, embarks on a quest for truth that upsets everything she thought she knew. What she discovers far exceeds her suspicions: a sprawling criminal network involved in abominable traffic, led by individuals in whom she thought she could trust. Helped by Samuel, a man who felt guilty of the death of Thomas and whose loyalty turns into a sincere love, and Clara, a perceptive and determined ally, Élise faces lies, manipulations and betrayals to destroy this empire of corruption. In this fierce struggle for justice, Élise not only finds the truth, but also a new strength, a hope, and the love she no longer expected. This story is an exploration of resilience, the quest for self and renewal in the face of darkness
Wounds of the Heart Clara, a brilliant young woman marked by a tumultuous past, returns to her hometown after a ten-year absence to attend the wedding of her childhood best friend, Emma. This return is far from a simple visit: Clara must confront Lucas, her first love and the one who broke her heart. However, Lucas is no longer the same. Consumed by remorse, he has become a more mature man, but still haunted by the mistakes he made. Tensions mount when Clara discovers that Lucas is the brother of Emma's future husband, making any attempt to avoid their confrontation impossible. At the same time, Clara struggles to hide a painful secret: the true reason for her sudden departure ten years earlier, a departure that has never been explained. As events unfold, Clara and Lucas are forced to revisit their shared past. Between tears, conflicts, and memories, their story evolves. As love resurfaces, the wounds of the heart seem to open again. The question is whether they will be able to heal them together or whether they will separate them permanently.
Iris grew from an orphaned child to the adopted daughter of the Stewart family at age ten, finding warmth in her nominal uncle Vincent's kindness. Seven years later, she became his secret lover. When Vincent's engagement was announced, gossip spread about the notorious playboy CEO finally settling down. But only Iris knew the extent of his cold, two-faced nature. Iris fell for Vincent and, through tears, begged, "Marry me," only to be met with his frosty refusal. Defeated, she accepted a lawyer's proposal, sparking public excitement. Then, on her wedding day, Vincent pleaded desperately, "Don't marry him…"
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
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."
The day Lilah found out that she was pregnant, she caught her fiancé cheating on her. Her remorseless fiancé and his mistress almost killed her. Lilah fled for her dear life. When she returned to her hometown five years later, she happened to save a little boy's life. The boy's father turned out to be the world's richest man. Everything changed for Lilah from that moment. The man didn't let her experience any inconvenience. When her ex-fiancé bullied her, he crushed the scumbag's family and also rented out an entire island just to give Lilah a break from all the drama. He also taught Lilah's hateful father a lesson. He crushed all her enemies before she even asked. When Lilah's vile sister threw herself at him, he showed her a marriage certificate and said, "I'm happily married and my wife is much more beautiful than you are!" Lilah was shocked. "When did we ever get married? Last I checked, I was still single." With a wicked smile, he said, "Honey, we've been married for five years. Isn't it about time we had another child together?" Lilah's jaw dropped to the floor. What the hell was he talking about?
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."