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Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water. She paused in front of her kitchen's window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion's garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening. Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body. A DEAD BODY! Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, "What are you doing?!" Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here. "Gardening." "And the body?!" she looked at him in disbelief. "Fertilizer," he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?! She then heard him ask her, "Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?" he gave her a sweet smile. Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~

Als Belle mehrere Stunden vor Morgengrauen aus einem Albtraum aufwachte, holte sie sich ein Glas Wasser. Sie hielt vor dem Fenster ihrer Küche inne, als sie eine brennende Laterne vor dem Garten ihres Herrenhauses bemerkte. Ihr Butler stand dort mit einer Schaufel in der Hand. Dies war keine Stunde zum Gärtnern. Neugierig machte sie sich nach draußen, aber als sie nah genug herangekommen war, um eine große und tiefe Grube neben ihrem ewig stoischen und höflichen Butler zu sehen, sah sie, wie er einen verwesten Körper aufhob. EINE LEICHE! Ihre Augen weiteten sich ängstlich, als sie ihren gutaussehenden Butler sah, wie er den verwesenden Körper in das frische Loch warf. Sie fragte entsetzt: "Was tust du da?!" Überrascht, seine junge Herrin zu dieser Stunde wach zu sehen, starrte er sie mit demselben Gesichtsausdruck an, den er all die Jahre beibehalten hatte. Er hatte sichergestellt, dass sie schlief, bevor er hierherkam. "Gärtnern." "Und die Leiche?!", schaute sie ihn ungläubig an. "Dünger", antwortete er ihr, bevor er die Schaufel aufhob, die auf dem Boden lag. Belle war jetzt sicher, dass etwas von ihrem Butler Besitz ergriffen hatte. Wer vergrub schon Leichen als Gartenpflanze?! Dann hörte sie ihn fragen: "Möchten Sie mir beim Einpflanzen helfen, Fräulein Adams?" Er schenkte ihr ein süßes Lächeln. Hinweis: Wenn Sie ein Buch mit Komödie, leichtherziger Romanze und einem gotischen Hintergrund genießen. Dieses Buch ist für Sie~

Se réveillant d'un cauchemar plusieurs heures avant l'aube, Belle alla chercher un verre d'eau. Elle s'arrêta devant la fenêtre de sa cuisine lorsqu'elle remarqua une lanterne allumée devant le jardin de son manoir. Son majordome se tenait là, une pelle à la main. Ce n'était pas l'heure de jardiner. Curieuse, elle se dirigea dehors, mais lorsqu'elle fut assez proche pour voir un grand trou béant à côté de son majordome éternellement stoïque et poli, elle le vit ramasser un corps en décomposition. UN CADAVRE ! Ses yeux s'écarquillèrent de peur lorsqu'elle vit son séduisant majordome laisser tomber le corps en décomposition dans le trou fraîchement creusé. Elle demanda, horrifiée : « Qu'est-ce que vous faites ?! » Surpris de voir sa jeune demoiselle éveillée à cette heure, il la dévisagea avec la même expression qu'il arborait depuis toutes ces années. Il s'était assuré qu'elle dormait avant de venir ici. « Du jardinage. » « Et le corps ?! » le regarda-t-elle, incrédule. « De l'engrais, » lui répondit-il avant de ramasser la pelle qui était par terre. Belle était maintenant certaine que quelque chose avait possédé son majordome. Qui donc jardinait des cadavres ?! Elle l'entendit alors lui demander : « Voulez-vous m'aider à le planter, Mademoiselle Adams ? », lui adressa-t-il avec un doux sourire.

Al despertarse de una pesadilla varias horas antes del amanecer, Belle fue a por un vaso de agua. Se detuvo frente a la ventana de la cocina cuando vio una linterna encendida frente al jardín de su mansión. Su mayordomo estaba allí, pala en mano. No era hora de dedicarse a la jardinería. Curiosa, salió al exterior, pero cuando se acercó lo suficiente como para ver un gran y profundo hoyo junto a su eternamente estoico y educado mayordomo, lo vio recoger un cuerpo en descomposición. ¡UN CADÁVER! Sus ojos se abrieron de par en par con miedo cuando vio a su apuesto mayordomo dejar caer el cuerpo putrefacto en el agujero recién cavado. Preguntó horrorizada: "¿¡Qué estás haciendo!?". Sorprendido de ver a su joven señorita despierta a esa hora, la miró con la misma expresión que había mantenido durante todos estos años. Se había asegurado de que estuviera dormida antes de venir. "Haciendo jardinería". "¿¡Y el cuerpo!?", lo miró con incredulidad. "Fertilizante", le respondió antes de recoger la pala que estaba en el suelo. Belle ahora estaba segura de que algo había poseído a su mayordomo. ¿¡Quién usa cadáveres para la jardinería!? Entonces le oyó preguntarle: "¿Quiere ayudarme a plantarlo, señorita Adams?", mientras le dedicaba una dulce sonrisa.

Acordando de um pesadelo várias horas antes do amanhecer, Belle foi buscar um copo d'água. Ela parou em frente à janela da cozinha quando notou uma lanterna acesa em frente ao jardim de sua mansão. Seu mordomo estava lá, de pá na mão. Aquela não era hora para jardinagem. Curiosa, ela foi para fora, mas quando chegou perto o suficiente para ver uma cova grande e funda ao lado de seu eternamente estoico e educado mordomo, ela o viu pegar um corpo podre. UM CORPO MORTO! Seus olhos se arregalaram de medo quando ela viu seu belo mordomo largar o corpo em decomposição no buraco recém-cavado. Ela perguntou, horrorizada: "O que você está fazendo?!" Surpreso ao ver sua jovem senhorita acordada a essa hora, ele a encarou com a mesma expressão que manteve por todos esses anos. Ele tinha se certificado de que ela estava dormindo antes de vir para cá. "Jardinagem." "E o corpo?!", ela olhou para ele, incrédula. "Fertilizante", respondeu ele antes de pegar a pá que estava no chão. Belle agora tinha certeza de que algo havia possuído seu mordomo. Quem usa corpos mortos na jardinagem?! Então, ela o ouviu perguntar: "Quer me ajudar a plantá-lo, Senhorita Adams?", ele lhe deu um doce sorriso.

Sarah Keissi didn't expect to see her ex-fiancee again a month after their heartbreaking breakup. Yet, there he was, standing there in front of her, delivering the news that shattered her world for the second time. A series of events she barely comprehends keep happening making Sarah doubt her sanity, her safety, and the rightfulness of her decision to break up with her fiance. could it be that he wasn't the bad person she thought he was? And even if he wasn't, was there still a place in this mess for them to be together again?

She had no voice. He had no mercy. And neither of them knew the truth that was going to destroy everything. She is mute. She is trapped. And she is living inside a dead woman's life. Elena Brenette is twenty one years old and in love with a man who was never truly hers. On the night of her wedding she discovers the devastating truth — her fiancé and her own sister have been in love all along. She was never the girl he chose. She was simply convenient. Betrayed and broken, Elena drives into a storm soaked night in her wedding dress. She never arrives anywhere. On that same road two other women are running from their own disasters. Sarah Venzagrase — twenty one, pregnant, covered in blood — is fleeing a husband whose people have been sent to kill her. Phiona — also twenty one, bearing the exact same face — is on that road for reasons nobody yet understands. Three women. One face. One blood. One catastrophic collision. When the wreckage clears Phiona is dead — her body mistakenly identified as Elena Brenette. The world believes Elena is gone. Sarah vanishes into the darkness with her unborn child. And Elena — unconscious, still in her wedding dress — is pulled from the flames by the most dangerous man she will ever meet. Lucas Venzagrase. He calls her Sarah. She cannot tell him otherwise. Elena wakes up inside the wrong life. Trapped behind the iron walls of the Venzagrase estate — the most powerful family in the state — she faces a husband who despises her, a family that wants her gone, and a household that has already decided who she is. She cannot speak. She cannot explain. She cannot say the three words that would change everything. I am not Sarah. Every attempt to communicate the truth is read as guilt and madness. The more she fights the deeper she sinks. She is a prisoner without chains — held captive by a name, a face, and a silence no one bothers to understand. But Elena Brenette did not survive a collision that killed one woman and swallowed another just to disappear quietly inside someone else's story. She will find a way. Even if she has to do it without a single word. What no one knows yet — not Elena, not Sarah, not even the man hunting for answers — is that the three women on that road were not strangers. They were triplets. Separated by a broken past. Reunited by a catastrophe. And someone powerful made sure they never found each other. That someone is still watching.

horror and love story of a girl name sarah

Sarah Stevens lives a normal life. She goes to school, chills with friends, fucks around with guys, girls, men, women, older men etc. gets into really sticky situations but she always comes out on top... her favorite position. And then something changed, fundamentally, Sarah Stone underwent an evolution of sort. Blessed with new powers how will her life change? Will the world witness the rise of a voluptuous hero fighting for justice or a seductive vigilante with an ulterior motive?

COVER NOT MINE Angel Adams might just have to be the unluckiest kid in the block but being a literal angel after death? Adams is rough around the edges who knew he was actually just a diamond in the rough waiting to be chipped out and death was the only way to do it. *** I open my eyes and the building's gone, I look ahead at the water body ahead and city lights, hooting, with the wind lifting me, my wings are still on fire and there's lightning coming out of my fists. I hear screeching behind me and veer around to see the most disgusting race of demons I've ever seen_on the internet, with these huge bat wings and blades on the edges, their fingers were blades too with fire coming out of their eyes, they were only two of em. "That one's ripe for the taking" "I don't want no trouble_Rafe? Raphael? Hey homie, I got trouble out here" I laugh when nothing's happened and my wings are gliding on the wind thermal, I can see my reflection on the water clearly, I face them smiling. "Hey, I'm Angel...Hail Satan" "You're coming with us" The demon pulls out a huge sword and I pull back. "Back up" I raise my flaming hand but they don't balk. "Uhh..the power compels thee?" They exchange looks like I'm crazy and I feel the heat rising and an extreme amount of fire and lightning comes shooting out of my hand to scorch them. I turn to fly away and look at my hand "That worked?" The demons double up to four, screeching, I curse trying to evade the hail of blades coming at me and wince at the one that stabs my feet, I let myself drop in the water and the fire on my wings is still persistent. Fire in water, how unbelievable. I hold my breath and grit my teeth pulling out the daggers, no blood, the demons were floating above water just waiting for me like a swarm of killer bees but what could be worse? It's been 2 minutes and I'm still underwater, my lungs were gonna give out anytime soon, my brain if I had any would be swelling, air bubbles escape and I'm still