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[Reifer Inhalt, keine Vergewaltigung] Alles, was es brauchte, war, eine Regel zu brechen, die sie nicht hätte tun sollen. Er war der böse Junge mit den Tattoos. Sie war das brave Mädchen mit der Brille, und sie gehörte ihm. - Als Julianne Winters beschließt, in das Studentenwohnheim der renommierten Universität zu ziehen, hat sie alles geplant, um ihren Abschluss zu machen und den Ort zu verlassen. Doch ihr Plan gerät schnell ins Wanken, als der Blick von Roman Moltenore aus der Abschlussklasse auf ihr landet. Und seine Erscheinung schreit nichts anderes als TROUBLE. "Welche Regeln?" fragte Julianne stirnrunzelnd, als sie die Seite durchlas. Sie war sich sicher, dass sie auf der Website keine Regeln für den Campus gefunden hatte. # 4. Keine Handys benutzen. # 12. Studenten sollten sich nach elf Uhr nachts nicht mehr außerhalb des Campus aufhalten. Je weiter sie las, desto bizarrer wurde es. Ihre Freundin blätterte um und zeigte dann auf die letzte Regel Nr. 29. Höre auf Roman Moltenore. "Das ist erfunden. Schau, die letzte ist sogar mit Bleistift geschrieben." Julianne konnte nicht glauben, dass ihre Freundin aus dem Nachbarschlafsaal dachte, sie würde darauf hereinfallen. "Und kein Telefon?" "Es ist wichtig, dass du dich an alle Regeln hältst. Vor allem Nummer neunundzwanzig", sagte das Mädchen in einem ernsten Ton. "Denk daran, dich nicht mit Roman einzulassen. Solltest du ihn zufällig sehen, laufe in die andere Richtung. Es gibt einen Grund, warum das hier aufgeschrieben ist." Angesichts der Regeln auf dem Campus greift sie darauf zurück, ihrem Onkel handgeschriebene Briefe zu schicken. Aber wer hätte gedacht, dass sie in den Händen eines anderen landen würden!

``` —Solo bastó con romper una regla que no se suponía que debía —Él era el chico malo con tatuajes. Ella era la chica buena con gafas, y ella era suya. —Cuando Julianne Winters decide mudarse al dormitorio de la prestigiosa Universidad, ella tiene todo planeado para poder terminar su graduación y dejar el lugar. Pero su plan comienza a incendiarse desde el momento en que la mirada de Roman Moltenore de último año se posa en ella. Y su apariencia no grita nada más que PROBLEMAS. —¿Qué reglas? —preguntó Julianne con el ceño fruncido mientras leía la página. Estaba segura de que no había visto ninguna regla del campus mencionada en su sitio web. # 4. Prohibido usar teléfonos móviles. # 12. Los estudiantes no deben deambular fuera del campus después de las once de la noche. Cuanto más leía, más extraño resultaba ser. Su amiga pasó la página y luego señaló la última regla # 29. Escucha a Roman Moltenore. —Esto está inventado. Mira, la última incluso está escrita a lápiz —Julianne no podía creer que su amiga del dormitorio de al lado pensara que caería en eso. ¿Y sin teléfono? —Es importante que cumplas con todas las reglas. Especialmente con la número veintinueve —dijo la chica con tono serio—. Recuerda no involucrarte con Roman. Si llegas a verlo, corre en la dirección opuesta. Hay una razón por la que está escrita aquí. Con las reglas del campus, ella recurre a enviar cartas manuscritas a su tío. ¡Pero quién iba a saber que terminarían en manos de alguien más! ```

'Ketika Julianne Winters memutuskan untuk pindah ke asrama Universitas yang terkenal, dia memiliki segalanya yang sudah direncanakan agar dia bisa menyelesaikan kelulusannya dan meninggalkan tempat itu. Namun rencananya dengan cepat hancur ketika pandangan Roman Moltenore dari tahun terakhir tertuju padanya. Dan penampilannya tidak menunjukkan apa-apa selain MASALAH. "Aturan apa?" tanya Julianne dengan alis terangkat saat membaca halaman itu. Dia yakin tidak melihat adanya aturan kampus yang disebutkan di situs web mereka. # 4. Dilarang menggunakan ponsel. # 12. Mahasiswa dilarang berkeliaran di luar kampus setelah pukul sebelas malam. Semakin dia membaca, semakin aneh jadinya. Temannya membalik halaman dan kemudian menunjuk ke aturan terakhir # 29. Dengarkan Roman Moltenore. "Ini dibuat-buat. Lihat, aturan terakhir bahkan ditulis dengan pensil." Julianne tidak percaya teman dari kamar sebelahnya berpikir dia akan tertipu olehnya. "Dan tidak ada ponsel?" "Penting bagi kamu untuk mematuhi semua aturan. Terutama nomor dua puluh sembilan," kata gadis itu dengan nada serius. "Ingatlah untuk tidak terlibat dengan Roman. Jika kebetulan kamu melihatnya, larilah ke arah yang berlawanan. Ada alasan kenapa ini dituliskan di sini." Dengan aturan kampus, dia beralih mengirim surat tulisan tangan kepada pamannya. Tapi siapa sangka itu bakal jatuh ke tangan orang lain!'

[Voksenindhold. Ingen voldtægt] 'Det eneste, der skulle til, var at bryde en enkelt regel, som hun ikke måtte' Han var den slemme fyr med tatoveringer. Hun var den pæne pige med briller, og hun var hans. — Da Julianne Winters beslutter sig for at flytte ind på kollegiet på det anerkendte universitet, har hun planlagt alt, så hun kan færdiggøre sin uddannelse og forlade stedet. Men hendes plan går hurtigt op i røg, fra det øjeblik Roman Moltenore fra sidste årgang får øje på hende. Og hans udseende skriger intet andet end PROBLEMER. "Hvilke regler?" spurgte Julianne med en rynket pande, mens hun læste siden igennem. Hun var sikker på, at hun ikke havde set nogen regler for campus nævnt på deres hjemmeside. # 4. Ingen brug af mobiltelefoner. # 12. Studerende må ikke færdes uden for campus efter klokken elleve om aftenen. Jo længere hun læste, jo mere bizarre viste de sig at være. Hendes veninde vendte siden og pegede så på den sidste regel # 29. Lyt til Roman Moltenore. "Det her er opdigtet. Se, den sidste er endda skrevet med blyant." Julianne kunne ikke tro, at hendes veninde fra kollegieværelset ved siden af troede, at hun ville falde for det. "Og ingen telefon?" "Det er vigtigt, at du overholder alle reglerne. Især nummer niogtyve," sagde pigen i en alvorlig tone. "Husk ikke at involvere dig med Roman. Hvis du skulle se ham, så løb i den modsatte retning. Der er en grund til, at det står skrevet her." På grund af campussets regler tyr hun til at sende håndskrevne breve til sin onkel. Men hvem vidste, at de ville ende i en andens hænder!

[Mature Content. No Rape] 'All it took was breaking one rule that she was not supposed to' He was the bad boy with tattoos. She was the good girl with glasses, and she was his. — When Julianne Winters decides to move to the dormitory of the reputed University, she has everything planned so that she can complete her graduation and leave the place. But her plan is quick to catch fire from the moment the eyes of Roman Moltenore from senior year lands on her. And his appearance screams nothing but TROUBLE. "What rules?" Julianne asked with a frown as she read through the page. She was sure she hadn't seen any rules of the campus mentioned on their website. # 4. No using cell phones. # 12. Students should not roam outside the campus after eleven in the night. The further she read, the more bizarre it turned out to be. Her friend turned the page and then pointed at the last rule # 29. Listen to Roman Moltenore. "This is made up. Look, the last one is even written in pencil." Julianne couldn't believe that her friend from the next dorm thought she would fall for it. "And no phone?" "It is important you abide by all the rules. Especially number twenty nine," said the girl in a serious tone. "Remember not to get involved with Roman. If you happened to see him, run in the other direction. There is a reason why it is written down here." With the rules of the campus, she resorts to sending handwritten letters to her uncle. But who knew it would end up in someone else’s hand! 

[Contenuto maturo. Nessuna violenza sessuale] 'È bastato infrangere una regola che non avrebbe dovuto' Lui era il ragazzo cattivo con i tatuaggi. Lei era la brava ragazza con gli occhiali, e lei era sua. — Quando Julianne Winters decide di trasferirsi nel dormitorio della rinomata Università, ha pianificato tutto in modo da poter completare la sua laurea e lasciare il posto. Ma il suo piano prende fuoco rapidamente dal momento in cui gli occhi di Roman Moltenore dell'ultimo anno si posano su di lei. E il suo aspetto non urla altro che GUAI. "Quali regole?" Julianne chiese con un cipiglio mentre leggeva la pagina. Era sicura di non aver visto alcuna regola del campus menzionata sul loro sito web. # 4. Nessun utilizzo di telefoni cellulari. # 12. Gli studenti non devono vagare fuori dal campus dopo le undici di notte. Più leggeva, più risultava bizzarro. La sua amica girò la pagina e poi indicò l'ultima regola # 29. Ascolta Roman Moltenore. "Questo è inventato. Guarda, l'ultima è persino scritta a matita." Julianne non poteva credere che la sua amica del dormitorio accanto pensasse che ci sarebbe cascata. "E niente telefono?" "È importante che tu rispetti tutte le regole. Specialmente la numero ventinove," disse la ragazza con un tono serio. "Ricordati di non coinvolgerti con Roman. Se dovessi vederlo, corri nella direzione opposta. C'è un motivo per cui è scritto qui." Con le regole del campus, decide di inviare lettere scritte a mano a suo zio. Ma chi avrebbe mai immaginato che sarebbero finite nelle mani di qualcun altro!

[Mature Content] 1# To Love a Vampire. A marriage to cure a curse. An unwilling bride. When the first Prince of Vampires asks for her hand in marriage, Bel is repulsed by this and vehemently refuses. She always imagined her husband would be like her sister’s. A handsome man who shares similar interests with her. He doesn’t need to be royalty. All that matters is that they were in love. Davien got the handsome part down but unfortunately, nothing else. To top it all, he is a vampire. However, she won’t have minded his terrible traits if she loves him but she doesn’t, and neither does he love her. When her father says she has no option but to marry him, Bel vows to do everything in her power to make Davien hate her. If she can’t stop him from marrying her, she can at least make him end the marriage. She will be the worst bride ever. But what happens when Davien can handle her antics and shows nothing but love to her regardless of what she does? 2# To Want a Vampire A girl who won’t speak—or perhaps can’t—only shaking in terror but the scars on her body tell Stelian everything he needs to know about the horrors she’s endured. For Mallory, life has never been kind. Her mother’s death at age thirteen marked the start of her descent into further darkness. Two years later, her father would sell her to vampires, condemning her to unspeakable torment. After three grueling years, Mallory escapes, only to fall into the hands of vampires once again. But this time, she encounters someone different—someone without the red eyes she has come to loathe. Yet, when she learns that he too craves blood, just like those who shattered her body, spirit, and soul, Mallory must confront her deepest fears. Can she open herself to him, or will he become yet another nightmare in her endless cycle of suffering? (I’m taking a break to focus on my new book but will be back in the future.)

Noel... Hollywood's beloved A-list darling... has two secrets: 1. He's gay. 2. He plans to retire after his final film and finally live openly for the first time in his life. But fate has never liked him. During the final scene of his tragic romance movie, the heroine is supposed to pretend to stab him. Instead... she grabs the wrong knife. A real one. Thanks to that, Noel dies on set. And wakes up inside the very movie he was filming. Now reborn as Noel Hartwell, the spoiled youngest son of a wealthy noble family in a European-styled 1900s world, he quickly realises two things: One: He is engaged to Evelina... the same obsessive heroine who murdered him, the male lead, in the film. Two: He absolutely refuses to die for romance a second time. Breaking the engagement should solve everything... except his new family won't allow it, Evelina falls even more violently in love with him, and the scripts of both fate and insanity seem determined to drag him to the same bloody ending. And then there are the men. THE MEN!!! Noel just wanted a calm retirement. A peaceful life. Maybe even a normal romantic relationship with a man... something he was never brave enough to pursue before in his original life. Instead, he gets a death flag... infested engagement, four dangerously attractive men circling him for reasons he does NOT understand, and a story that keeps twisting the harder he tries to escape it. He refuses to die like the original male lead. He refuses to follow the script. And he definitely refuses to fall in love with anyone who could stab him in the future. This time, Gay Romeo isn't dying for anybody. Not the heroine. Not fate. And especially not for some brooding hot guys with unfair shoulders and massive weapons of destruction under their zippers But he might accidentally seduce half the cast while trying not to.

"Love makes you weak." That was the very first thing that Dawn had ever learned; the only thing her mother had taught her. Nix'Ryl had been a tough place to grow up. You could not trust anyone. People who dared to trust someone always ended up regretting it. That was why when the young shapeshifting king of Lumna offered her a way out she left with him. Home. It was something she longed for. And it was what he offered her to marry him. So she did. Though when he was alive she had spent a lot of energy pushing him away, when her husband is murdered she vows that those who dared take her provider away shall die. ......................... Raven could not remember anything about his life, himself, where he was from. How far away he was from home. Nothing but a beautiful face. A face that was constantly in his mind. If he could find the owner of the face, he might be able to find out more about himself. There was just one problem. He was blind. Completely unable to see. When the queen takes him under her wing he swears that he will return the favor. For though he cannot remember anything about his past, Raven knows that one should always pay a debt.

For fifty years, House Valdris and House Morryn have bled each other dry over an assassination neither side fully understands. Seraphine Valdris has built her entire reign on one truth: the Morryn killed her family’s peace. Caelan Morryn has built his on one wound: the Valdris destroyed his. They are wrong about each other. Someone has been counting on that. When a third faction emerges from the shadows cold, patient, and growing both bloodlines face a threat that fifty years of war left them too weak to survive alone. Forced into a temporary alliance, Seraphine and Caelan must work together long enough to find the truth buried beneath half a century of manufactured hatred. The enemy is not who either of them believed. And the longer they spend in each other’s presence, the harder it becomes to remember why they were supposed to hate each other at all. Throne of Bleeding Shadows is a dark vampire fantasy of blood politics, ancient secrets, and a slow-burn enemies-to-lovers romance that begins in contempt and ends somewhere neither of them planned.