dune ost bene gesserit

Jasmine Towers ha sposato il miliardario Keith Acland in un matrimonio combinato destinato a beneficiare due famiglie potenti. Non c'era amore, né romanticismo—e Jasmine lo aveva accettato. Come moglie del CEO, si è dedicata a mantenere un'immagine perfetta e a crescere suo figlio per diventare il legittimo erede della famiglia Acland. Tutto crolla quando l'ex amante di Keith ritorna... con un bambino che sostiene essere suo. Dall'oggi al domani, la posizione di Jasmine viene messa in discussione. L'eredità di suo figlio è minacciata. E la donna che un tempo stava silenziosamente accanto a suo marito viene cacciata dalla propria casa. Tradita dal marito e abbandonata dall'alta società, Jasmine è costretta a una spietata battaglia per la sopravvivenza—dove perdere significa vedere suo figlio perdere tutto. In un mondo governato dal potere, dal lignaggio e dal denaro, Jasmine deve combattere per proteggere suo figlio... e riprendersi ciò che le è stato sottratto.

[18+ | Contenuti per Adulti | Dark Romance] Anastasia Morri ha vissuto una vita da favola come principessa della mafia, protetta dal mondo di sangue e violenza. Ma tutto è cambiato quando sua sorella è stata brutalmente assassinata. Due anni dopo, suo padre vende Anastasia allo stesso uomo responsabile della morte di sua sorella. "Zade Salvero" Il Don più temuto e spietato di Hightower City, tristemente noto come il Serpente, con un sorriso da far accapponare la pelle e parole letali come il veleno che gli scorre nelle vene. Sulla carta, Anastasia è la sua amata sposa. Ma in realtà, non è altro che una sua "proprietà". È un destino a cui non può sfuggire, perché le figlie annuiscono obbedienti e fanno ciò che viene loro detto, ma non Anastasia… Lei è una belva indomabile in gabbia che non si piegherà facilmente. "Forse mi avete comprata, Don Salvero, ma non avete idea di chi vi siate messo in casa.” "Allora suppongo che mi divertirò a scoprirlo, signora Salvero." Anastasia capì una cosa in quel momento... l'unico modo per uscirne era in un sacco per cadaveri. Ma non senza prima trascinarlo a fondo con sé. Nel bene e nel male? Oh, per favore... qui si tratta di vita o di morte. ********** Estratto: Scattai con la testa e mi ritrovai davanti a un muro di muscoli. Alzai lo sguardo, apparteneva a Zade. Mi tirai indietro di scatto, ma la mia schiena sbatté contro il muro più velocemente di un battito di ciglia. Mi imprigionò con la sua stazza imponente, puntandomi la pistola sotto il mento. "Non sai proprio quando comportarti bene, vero?" All'improvviso, sentimmo un movimento e, quando qualcuno sbucò per spararci addosso, Zade premette il grilletto per primo, e il corpo cadde a terra con un tonfo sordo. Lottai per liberarmi, ma la sua mano mi si avvolse intorno alla gola, non in modo minaccioso, ma con l'intento di spezzarmi il collo. Rimasi completamente immobile, i miei occhi sgranati fissi nei suoi, così vuoti. Un brivido violento mi percorse quando la sua pistola si mosse lungo la mia coscia nuda, il suo calore era come fuoco che mi leccava la pelle. "Saresti dovuta correre da me, gattina." "N-n-non avevo scelta...!" ansimai quando la canna della sua pistola sfiorò le mie mutandine. Zade si avvicinò ancora di più, mormorando contro le mie labbra. "Sì che l'avevi, ma hai fatto la scelta sbagliata." Mi prese il labbro inferiore tra i denti e qualcosa di pesante mi risalì lungo la schiena, qualcosa che non riuscivo a descrivere. "Ora ti insegnerò cosa succede quando mi sfidi." ~ N.d.A.: Quest'opera è frutto di finzione. Nomi, personaggi, luoghi e avvenimenti sono il prodotto dell'immaginazione dell'autore o sono usati in modo fittizio. Qualsiasi somiglianza con persone reali, vive o morte, o eventi reali è puramente casuale.

The War of Blood has lasted for centuries. On the night the Sage Kingdom fell, Queen Yusa put her four-day-old son in a wooden box and hid him with magic. Her brother Arthava took the crown. ​ Thieves stole the box. They thought it was gold. That baby is now twelve-year-old Luis Nimero. He lives in a border town with his adoptive parents — a retired mage and a blacksmith. He trains every morning with his uncle Jack, the kingdom's third-ranked swordsman, and his best friends Rio and Lily. ​ The town Appraise says Luis has normal human energy. So why did a queen die to hide him?

In an empire where prophecies are woven by the Bene Gesserit and the Noble Houses battle in an ancient power game, some are born marked not by destiny... but by the fear they inspire. Kael Atreides, firstborn of Leto and Jessica, was not conceived to be a mere cog in the Brotherhood's schemes. From birth, his abilities defied expectations, and the Reverend Mothers saw in him a threat that not even the Kwisatz Haderach could contain. The decision was stark: banishment. No trial. No explanation. Only an order sealed by silence. Aboard a rudderless pod, Kael was launched beyond the known routes, into the eternal void... until the void answered. In the farthest reaches of the universe, where neither CHOAM nor the Emperor could cast their gaze, a colossus of metal and mystery awaited him: a Ring forgotten by human history. There, an ancient intelligence—a Monitor of the Installation—saw not a lost child, but the worthy heir to an impossible legacy. Raised among titanic structures and the secrets of a technology that defied the laws of the Empire, Kael grew up far from Arrakis, from the intrigues of the Landsraad, and from the echo of the spice. But he did not forget his name. Nor his blood. Years later, when the Monitor declares his apprenticeship over, Kael returns to the known universe—not as the exiled son, but as the wielder of a power the Great Houses cannot understand or confront. As Paul Atreides faces his own destiny in the arena of Arrakis, Kael contemplates a broader horizon: He will not fight for a throne... He will fight to rewrite the rules of the game. But even in his unstoppable rise, questions haunt him: Is he master of his own will, or just another cog in a design even more ancient than the Bene Gesserit? Can a man molded by machines retain his humanity... or is Kael Atreides the first emperor of a new age where flesh no longer rules?

There was no pain. Pain is a biological concept, a warning signal for organisms that can be repaired. What happened to me wasn't an injury; it was a suppression. One moment, I was crossing a rain-slicked street in a city whose name no longer matters, the air thick with the smell of ozone and cheap coffee. The next, reality buckled. It wasn't a truck, or lightning. It was as if the universe had blinked and I were a speck of dust caught in God's eyelid. The blackness that followed wasn't the absence of light. It was a blackness with weight, with texture. A pressurized ocean of nothingness. I don't know how long I floated there, if "time" and "being" were still applicable verbs. Then, the Entity manifested. It had no form. To describe it would be to impose human limitations upon it. It was a consciousness so vast that its mere thought generated gravity. Its voice didn't resonate in my nonexistent ears; It vibrated directly into the core of what remained of my consciousness, like the tolling of a bell the size of a solar system. "A CORRECTION," the Entity said. Its tone wasn't apologetic, but rather a statement of fact. "YOUR THREAD WAS PREMATURELY CUT BY A FLUCTUATION IN MY PACE. A DECIMAL ERROR IN THE COSMIC MATRIX." I was incapable of responding. Fear was too small for this place. "THE LAW OF BALANCE DEMANDS RESTITUTION. YOU CANNOT RETURN TO YOUR BROKEN TIMELINE. THE OPTIONS ARE DISSOLUTION INTO THE ETHER OR REINSERTION INTO A NEW FABRIC." Reincarnation. The choice was instinctive, the last desperate cry of life clinging to existence. "SO BE IT. YOU WILL CHOOSE THE STAGE." BUT YOU MUST ACCEPT THE COST FOR THE MISTAKE. THE UNIVERSE YOU ARE GOING TO IS FRAGILE. YOU WILL NEED WEIGHT TO ANCHOR IT. The Entity didn't give me a list of options. It simply instilled the gifts into my essence. And they felt like molten lead was being poured into my soul. First, the Structure. I felt my ghost pattern thicken, becoming impossibly hard. A biology engineered under a dying red sun, meant to drink the radiation of younger stars and convert it into divine power. But with it came weakness: dependence on that light and vulnerability to the radiation of its lost home, a stone that doesn't exist in the universe I am going to... perhaps. Second, the Archive. It was the most painful. It wasn't a data download. It was the opening of a dam. The complete knowledge of a civilization that had transcended matter and energy. Level 10. Equations for creating baby universes, the music of the spheres, the language of creation itself. My human mind screamed under the pressure. It was like trying to contain an entire ocean in a teacup. I would have to learn to filter, to ignore 99.9% of that cosmic noise just so I could think about how to tie my shoes without accidentally triggering a quantum collapse. Third, the Seed. A genetic promise. The absolute certainty of propagation. The guarantee that any union would result in offspring not only viable, but superior. A forced improvement of the species. In the void, this felt cold, clinical. A tool of biological domination. "FATE IS SET," the Entity boomed, its presence beginning to fade, leaving me alone with my new and terrible burden. "YOU WILL BE INSERTED INTO A POINT OF FRICTION. A LINEAGE ALREADY OVERLOADED WITH DESTINY." NOW IT WILL CARRY TWICE THE WEIGHT. The darkness began to spin. I felt an attraction, a dizzying fall toward a distant, cold point of light.

“Born of fire. Marked by starlight. He was never meant to exist… yet his return will burn the skies.” ….. In the ancient realms where elemental spirits rule, a forbidden love once shattered the laws of the heavens. Malik al-Nar, the fierce and noble King of the Vaeks—beings born of sacred fire—fell in love with Serah of the Zawba’a, a celestial priestess descended from stars. Their union was a cosmic sin. Their child, Ruhail, was an abomination. Torn from his parents and hidden in exile, Ruhail grew in the shadows of forgotten ruins, unclaimed by the fire realm that rejected him and unwelcome by the celestial beings who exiled his mother. He is neither Zaek… nor Zawba’a. He is dusk. A soul born at the moment of twilight—where flame meets star and prophecy bleeds into truth. he lived in ruins for hundreds of years, wondering in the desert with no purpose in life, but soon a waman comes in his life, who finally gives him a reason to live and search for his Home

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"

As a blade of grass, Ji Xiaosong wanted to become an immortal. But having only just gained sentience, she couldn't even leave the hillside. From the Turquoise Pool, a Caiyun named "Rongrong" flew out; she also wanted to become an immortal. But she had no body. By a stroke of accident, Rongrong and Ji Xiaosong teamed up, embarking on a journey of world-hopping through myriad realms. In every lifetime, Ji Xiaosong becomes the mother of powerful figures from the myriad realms, finding suitable fathers for them and raising these powerful figures to adulthood. "My wife is delicate and can't take care of herself, so don't you dare bully her." The protective General pulls Ji Xiaosong into his embrace, looking around warily. The crowd, who had just been bagged in a sack and beaten by Ji Xiaosong: ... "My mother doesn't have much ability to earn money; she can only rely on me." The genius son holds Ji Xiaosong's hand, a look of resignation on his face. Ji Xiaosong, the richest person in the world: ... Everyone thought Ji Xiaosong was weak and easy to bully; how could a blade of grass turn the world upside down? Yet, lifetime after lifetime, she is doted on and pampered, and all things are hers to command.

Amelia Lockhart has one mission: make the top idol Ethan Quinn fall in love with her, then break his heart, so that Ethan Quinn can successfully pass his tribulation and return to his position as a High God. There's just one problem: as the most hated woman on the internet, Amelia is the last person anyone would pair with the nation's golden boy. But when she lands a spot on a dating show alongside Ethan, she sees her chance. She does all the heavy lifting and is dependable enough to make him see her differently. As a result, Ethan starts pretending to be weak. The fans are confused. Their untouchable idol is... blushing? Getting clingy? Calling her "jiejie" in that voice? "Sis, I surrender." "Sis, you can only spoil me like this." Amelia is losing control of the plan. She was supposed to seduce him and walk away. So why is he the one coaxing her to stay, and why is it getting harder to say no?

Shen Lu opens her eyes to find she has transmigrated into a wasteland world, becoming the fake young lady who was kicked out of her home. With her is her equally miserable fiancé, the future major villain. Fortunately, her golden finger activates, and in this wasteland world where the average person can't even get a single hot meal, she embarks on the path to riches through food. Egg waffles, spicy hotpot, and crawfish. Braised pork belly, crock-pot soup, and egg fried rice. ... From a small stall to a small shop. Then from a restaurant to a holiday resort, in less than two years, Shen Lu's name became known throughout the world. Countless celebrities and dignitaries hold out Star Coins, begging for just one bite of Shen Lu's cooking. The Shen Family, who had used her up and ruthlessly abandoned her, regret their past actions, crying and shouting as they beg for her forgiveness. Shen Lu crosses her arms: "Sure. Why don't you slit your throats first to show me your sincerity?"