monica rambo

Charlotte Morgan, the billion-dollar tech CEO from Beverly Hills, has never believed in love—only results. She's poised to transform downtown Los Angeles with her urban redevelopment empire, one neighborhood at a time. Mateo Durand, a drifting street artist from Marseille, believes love is the only thing worth building. He lives in a converted gallery in Santa Monica, where memory clings to crumbling walls. When Charlotte’s project threatens to evict him and erase the past, sparks fly. She proposes a wager: “Live a day in my world, and let me live a day in yours.” What starts as a game between a woman who controls everything and a man who owns nothing becomes a slow-burning romance—fragile, passionate, and doomed by the very world they inhabit. Can two people on opposite ends of the city—and life—ever meet in the middle?

…took a deep breath and then, she touched her body. But there was nothing to feel. Her hand just went through. Cold shivers travelled down her spine. Panic struck Ifechukwu and she fell to the floor. She managed to pick herself up. She dashed out of the room breathing heavily. Monica had always loved all the children of her siblings but Ifechukwu had always been Monica’s favourite niece ever since she was born by Kene, Monica’s younger sister who everyone claimed to be her lookalike. But today, Ifechukwu and her family are faced with a hard choice and as things get hard for them, they begin to understand that the only thing they can do to save their mother, Monica’s younger sister is to make a difficult choice even if it means they would not see Monica again for the rest of their lives. With the clock ticking, can they save Kene?

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Content Warnings: This story contains explicit and graphic content that may be disturbing to some readers. Warnings include, but are not limited to: graphic violence, gore, body horror, psychological torture, child death, desecration of corpses, and themes of systemic abuse and corruption. Reader discretion is strongly advised. In a world where the nobility's grace is a gilded mask for unspeakable cruelty, an orphaned boy named Mormond watches his world burn. After the brutal murder of his adoptive sister, Nini, at the hands of arrogant aristocrats, something inside him shatters and is remade into a monstrous new form. In his grief, he manifests a terrifying and unique power, becoming the "Puppeteer Calamity"—a vengeful artist who reanimates Nini's broken corpse, transforming her into a beautiful and deadly marionette of vengeance. Their bloody crusade begins in the slums of Marlock, but soon their stage expands to the decadent and corrupt empire of Omnia, a place where the elite literally consume the souls of slum children to preserve their own vitality. Hiding behind the flawless disguise of "Milos," an innocent and cherubic orphan, Mormond infiltrates the highest echelons of power. He orchestrates a masterful campaign of psychological warfare, not with brute force, but with whispers. He turns nobles against each other, drives them to madness, and forces them to author their own destruction, all while they believe him to be a harmless, lucky charm. Each conquest ends with a new, horrifying puppet added to his public collection—a gallery of corpses left as a chilling signature. His reign of terror does not go unnoticed. The empire's champion, Tifa—a swordmaster of holy light known as the Divine Guardian—is tasked with hunting the "Silver Shadow." She is his perfect opposite: a beacon of order and righteousness dedicated to protecting the very system Mormond seeks to annihilate. But as Mormond's web of control tightens around the empire's throat, an unforeseen complication arises. The ghost of Nini's true self begins to awaken within the puppet, her fragmented memories and prayers creating a glitch in his perfect control. This internal fracture becomes Mormond's greatest vulnerability. His desperate, violent attempts to maintain possession of his sister's soul expose him at the worst possible moment, forcing him from the shadows and into a direct, desperate conflict with Tifa and the full might of the empire. The Conductor's controlled performance descends into a chaotic war, where the price of his vengeance may be the very soul he fought so hard to keep. A novel by : ATLASBANAW

Léa Morvan a grandi en croyant qu'elle avait toutun nom, un avenir, et un frère qui brûlerait le monde entier pour la protéger. Elle n'a jamais remis en question pourquoi chaque homme qui s'approchait d'elle disparaissait. Elle appelait ça de l'amour. Elle appelait ça la famille. Puis elle est rentrée à la maison. Un coup de téléphone. Une étrangère en pleurs dans le couloir de son enfance. Une vérité qui a brisé vingt ans en un seul souffleelle n'a jamais été une Morvan. Elle a été échangée à la naissance. La famille qu'elle aimait ne lui a jamais appartenu. Humiliée, mise de côté, remplacée du jour au lendemain par une fille au bon sangLéa n'avait plus rien. Sauf lui. Ethan Morvan l'a coincée dans le couloir sombre, calme comme il l'avait toujours été, et a prononcé les mots qu'elle n'attendait jamais : Tu sais depuis combien de temps j'attendais ce moment ? Il avait toujours su. Il avait toujours planifié. Il l'avait gardée près de lui, chassé tous les hommes, et attendu le moment où elle ne serait plus appelée sa sœur. Maintenant Léa doit déciderEthan est-il son salut ou sa menace la plus dangereuse ? Une histoire sur une femme qui perd tout, y survit, et se relève plus forte. Et l'homme qui était obsédé par elle bien avant que ce soit permis.

Because sometimes you have to fight fire with hellfire, there’s Caine Deathwalker: raised as a demon, armed like a gun merchant, and fuelled by booze. Nice is a dirty word and killing is what he does best. Make a contract with hell, and he could be on your side, God help you. Caine signs onto guarding the beautiful daughter of a leading Japanese industrialist. Protecting is harder than indiscriminate murder and mayhem, but gold is gold, and the prize of a mystic demon sword is dangled over his head as added incentive. Haruka will make an interesting bonus if he can get her out of her kimono—and the damn living zombies will leave them alone long enough for him to bang her. A powerful succubus is playing cat to Caine’s mouse, but he has a cat of his own; a black leopard spirit beast from the Amazon jungle that’s taken a liking to him—and his booze. And then there’s his “father”, an ancient Atlantean demon with a code of honor. Formidable back-up, but Caine senses a greater threat lurking in the shadows, something primal, hungry, and possibly more evil than himself. He shakes his head. Nah, couldn’t be. This book is intended for mature audiences.

Naoki bất ngờ xuyên không đến thế giới Pokémon đầy sắc màu. Cậu thừa hưởng một trang trại nhỏ nhắn nhưng ấm cúng, nơi đầy ắp sự sống và tiếng cười. Dù cuộc sống mới không thiếu thử thách, Naoki vẫn nuôi ước mơ về những ngày tháng yên bình bên các Pokémon đáng yêu và mềm mại. Với trái tim chân thành, cậu quyết tâm tạo nên một cuộc sống giản dị, nơi những bữa ăn hương vị đậm đà không chỉ làm ấm lòng mà còn gắn kết cậu với các Pokémon thân yêu hơn bao giờ hết.

Adina Lendl, an assistant in a leading media company, is ready to prove herself worthy in any way possible. She takes up on an impossible job I.e. to get a scoop from the mysterious Simmons brothers. Crossing paths with them was the biggest mistake she did or so she thought!

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.