Romans & histoires Gerard Argent

Stanley Meyer and I were the main leads of a sappy school romance novel. We were childhood sweethearts with a bond stronger than iron and steel. Everyone thought that I'd be Mrs. Meyer in the future despite the fact that I was the daughter of the Meyers' housekeeper. That was, until I personally witnessed Stanley making out with Tina West, Gerard West's illegitimate daughter who has just returned from abroad. He even put the emerald pendant, which was supposed to be a keepsake from my grandma, on her neck carefully. I was overwhelmed trying to figure out this unexpected variable outside the plot. But Stanley decided to imprison me in a mental asylum instead. "It's better for you to wake

Derek Hale is a young pack healer in the Beacon Moon Territory, hidden from the world and living as a regular omega. For three years, he gives everything to his mate, Malia Argent, using his hidden magic to save her family from losing their lands. But the moment Malia becomes the powerful Luna Queen of Silvermoon Holdings, she breaks their eternal lunar bond. She wants a powerful chosen alpha candidate like Jackson Whittemore, throwing Derek out into the cold and calling him a useless nobody. But everything changes at the Silver Fang Healing Center. When the little sister of Lydia Hale, the fierce Bloodclaw Pack Heiress, arrives dying from a rare rogue venom, the elder healing masters fai

BLURB One curse. One survivor. One bond strong enough to break bloodlines. When Elysia D’Argent’s coven was slaughtered by the werewolf Alpha’s army, she swore vengeance. Years later, she infiltrates the palace of the cursed Alpha, Alaric Varyn, to finish what her mother’s dying curse began. But when her dagger hovers above his heart, the unthinkable happens—he wakes, captures her, and she does not die. For a man whose touch kills any woman who comes near, her survival is both miracle and temptation. Alaric knows she is hiding something, yet her immunity to his curse may be the key to breaking it. He offers her a choice—exposure and death, or life as his mistress under his command.

-Je ne veux pas d'une relation en ce moment. -Qui t'a parlé de relation?minaude Elyn au creux de son oreille qu'elle mordille au passage. Laisse-moi m'occuper de toi. -C'est vraiment ce que tu veux? lui demande Hendrick. À une seule condition. ajoute-t-il sans attendre de réponse. -Laquelle? demande Elyn intriguée. -Ce sera juste charnel entre nous. Pas de place pour les sentiments, encore moins pour l'amour. Elle déglutit devant autant de froideur dans sa voix. -Marché conclut. ***** Planté devant l'autel le jour de son mariage, Hendrick atterit dans un bar pour faire passer sa frustration et sa colère, où il va faire la connaissance d'Elyn. Après des nuits passées e

My back hit the cold wall of the Alpha’s packhouse, my breath hitched in my throat as the triplets closed in—Asher, Alaric, and Argent. Asher leaned in first, his mouth brushing against my ear. “Sign the contract, Alisha,” he growled. “You’re ours. Your body, soul, and every filthy little sound you make.” I swallowed hard as Alaric’s fingers traced a circle around my swollen areola in an infuriating slow-mo. “See, your body is already responding, stop pretending you don’t want to be ruined by us.” Argent stepped in last, his hand skimming under the hem of my dress. “You’re trembling, sweetheart. Not from fear… but from need. Say the word, and we’ll own every inch of you.” “And i