Hail to the king, and watch him reign, this game was somewhat fun, until the finale came...Now we're here, with carnage and despair, and the only questions left to answer, are the ones that do not appear...A king loses a war, and a swan sheds her wings, chaos collides with peace, as the crows begin to sing...Enter if you dare, because I swear the end is near, but nothing is as it seems, and everything is so bare.So what the hell is going on at Riverside,I think, I think... everyone is about to die....
Riddle me this... "I am neither dead, nor alive, and I'm not something little Madison can hide. But you will be dead, by the time this is done... the timer starts now, and the games have just begun..." Madison Montgomery comes from money and power, but when someone close to her commits the ultimate crime, Madison must live with her tainted name for the rest of her life. When she begins Riverside Preparatory Academy, the private school her father has swept her into in The Hamptons, she hopes for a fresh start. What she wasn't hoping for was the pack of bad boys who run the school; ten, to be exact. When Madison gains the attention of their leader, Bishop Vincent Hayes, a whole new world that she didn't think existed is exposed to her. A whole world that starts and ends with The Elite Kings Club and these boys, are about to flip her world upside down. Secrets are overflowing and family lies are about to be exposed. Is there more to Madison Montgomery than even she knows? About this book: I need to admit something right now. The Silver Swan is f*cked. It might be the most insane story I've ever written with equally insane characters. Who knew? You know, when I started this book, it was supposed to be YA. I wanted to write a book that my sisters could read. A book that won't have people look at my mum like "damn... what sort of messed up shit happened to your kid?." The angst, the assholeness, the games, the f**kery, the WHAT THE F**KING F**K ARE YOU DOING !!!... I cannot even.... anyway, this is a warning (and the only one I'll give you). It's crazy. I don't compare my work to my others, but this book is f**ked. It will most likely stomp all the f**k over people's hard limits (and not give a sh*t while it's doing it) and will make you second guess all the morals you thought you had. This most definitely is not looking like a love story right now... more like a..... I don't even.... anyway, I apologise now. You asked for it..
He held a darkness that could never be touched. She carried a light that could never be seen. Not by anyone. Only by each other. Simply two halves of the same soul, Brantley and Saint were fused together with equal parts wrath and peace. Nothing could break through their bond. Nothing. Until now.
"Love is savage, love is blind, love is something they may not find..."Once upon a time, there was a young girl who lived in a battered trailer, a girl from the wrong side of the tracks. One day, she fell down The Elite Kings' rabbit hole. Sucked into a dark vortex of lies, hate, and deceit, and spat out by money, glitz, and power.There were things this little girl didn't know, things she was about to find out and secrets that have been kept from her. Those secrets were guarded by the boys that were about to smash her world open and tear it all apart...He may be a Malum, but she is a Stuprum, born into this world but neglected by the choice of her mother. Her eyes may not glisten with stars, but they roar with fire, and when she finally reaches her peak, it's that same fire that will burn. Them. All. Down. My name is Tillie Stuprum, and my story is not like the rest.Everything she thought she knew is a fabricated version of the truth. I'm Nate Riverside-Malum, the one your girl whispers about to her friends and whose initials are scratched down your back. Her story is not like the rest of them, because her story is dead.
Some girls don''t like pretty things.Some girls like things that are destructive, and toxic. Things that fuel our bodies with adrenaline and bring our demons to their knees. They say magic isn''t real, but it''s it the closest way to describe love? It doesn''t exist physically. It merely exists around us, within us, possessing our souls and making us do stupid shit. Shit like falling in love with a boy who knows how to rip my world apart and raise hell with a simple flick of his wrist. Their secrets are now mine. I''m not just in the middle of this game, I''m helping orchestrate it. Can the cries of my aching soul be enough to drown out the burning embers of my mistakes?The mind strengthens the heart, roughing the edges to prepare it for war. This is a war I will not win.This is a war of fate.๐๐ฉ๐ฆ''๐ด ๐จ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ.๐๐ฉ๐ฆ''๐ด ๐จ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ญ.๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ถ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ด๐ฏ''๐ต ๐ข ๐ง๐ข๐ช๐ณ๐บ ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ฆ๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต.๐''๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ.๐๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต.๐๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต.๐๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด, ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ท๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต.๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ด๐ฏ''๐ต ๐ข ๐ง๐ข๐ช๐ณ๐บ-๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ฆ.๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ธ๐ช๐ฏ๐๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐๐ต''๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ.๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ท๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด.๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ง๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฉ๐๐ถ๐จ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด๐๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ช๐ณ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐๐ข๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐๐ต ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ.๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ด๐ฏ''๐ต ๐ข ๐จ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ.๐๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ''๐ต ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ด๐๐ง ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฏ''๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐บ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ''๐ด ๐ข ๐ฏ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ...86
One is new to love. One is bad at love. One denies love. Twenty-one-year-old, foul-mouthed Olympian, Sullivan Meadows, just made a huge mistake. She told her bodyguardsโher buddies, her palsโthey could take her virginity. Words forever engrained in her brain. And theirs. Akara Kitsuwon & Banks Moretti are best friends, sworn to protect each other and their client Sullivan. But upon hearing her confession, their reactions arenโt what Sulli expects. Theyโre all friends anyway. Just friends. Solid, good friends. Right? As the three embark on the road to Yellowstone, tension builds and close quarters leave no secrets behind. Feelings for her childhood friendship with Akaraโthat teasing, flirty leaderโgrow hotter, but so do her feelings for Banks, the rugged, heart-melting Marine. While Sulli is out west to free-solo her dadโs old climbing routes, the only true destination the three of them are certain of is Yellowstone. Love & romance are totally up in the air. Wild Like Us is an MFM Romance and Book 8 in the Like Us Series.
She was everything that I wanted.He was everything that I despised.Until she wasn't.Until he wasn't.Killian Cornelii was a walking calamity. He reached inside of me and touched every single inch of my ruined soul, but he didn't just touch it. He caressed, petted, and captivated it. He tailored me to fit into the palm of his hands. The same hands that possess so much cruelty, were the very same that comforted me.I thought I knew him.He thought he knew me.This isn't a fairy tale, or some achingly beautiful story about two soul mates who instantly fall irrevocably in love with each other.This is a story about a love so painful, so rich, that it destroys everything and everyone around it.Including ourselves.Midnight Mayhem is the platform to which Killian performs his tricks on, but the greatest trick wouldn't come from him.It would come from me.Tricksters don't have hearts.They just pretend that they do.Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The Christian discovery of the Babylonian Talmud is a significant landmark in the long and complex history of anti-Jewish polemic. While the Talmudic corpus developed in the same period as early Christianity, this post-biblical text was largely unknown to the Christians. Full awareness of the Talmud among Christian authors did not arise until the late 1230s, when the Jewish convert Nicholas Donin presented a Latin translation of Talmudic fragments to Pope Gregory IX. Though the Talmud was subsequently put on trial (1240) and burnt (1241/2) in Paris, the controversy surrounding it continued over the following years, as Pope Innocent IV called for a revision of its condemnation. The textual basis for this revision is the Extractiones de Talmud, that is, a Latin translation of 1.922 Talmudic fragments. The articles in this volume shed new light on this monumental translation and its historical context. They also offer critical editions of related texts, such as Doninโs anti-Talmudic polemic. Authors of the contributions are: Wout van Bekkum, Piero Capelli, Ulisse Cecini, Enric Cortรจs, รscar de la Cruz Palma, Federico Dal Bo, Alexander Fidora, Gรถrge K. Hasselhoff, Moisรฉs Orfali, Ursula Ragacs and Eulร lia Vernet i Pons.
My name is Dove Hendry.Mine is Kingston Axton.I was captured by darkness.She has always been ours...They groomed me for Midnight Mayhem. Like a trained possession, weak against their control.She has been conditioned with our blood for years. She just doesn't know it yet...But Midnight Mayhem was the stained glass that concealed a very dark culture.A culture that she is about to become the center of.The Brothers of Kiznitch come in fours, and they're not happy about me being hustled into their acts.Or are we? Careful, Little Bird. A warning is a warning for a reason...Mind-tricks.Stunts.Deceit.Power.But there's something uglier that has been haunting me for years upon years. So ugly that I have never seen its face. I never had to. I'd hear his whispers through my internal screams, feel his shadow brush against my nightmares. He was my the monster that tormented me.And maybe lived under your bed...When I started Midnight Mayhem, his presence faded.His whispers were silenced.His shadow dissolving without a trace.I wondered why that was.She didn't have to wonder for long...
Some would say I have a privileged life. Daughter of the current President of the United States, wealthy, famous, and all things that some girls wish they had. Only I'd dream of having a simple life. A life where I wasn't marrying the scariest man I have ever met. Well, I thought I had just met him, but it turns out, there's so much I don't know about myself. That's all thanks to a past so twisted, so warped, that no amount of money, or presidential status could wipe it clean. I'm the rebel child. Or as some may see it, the disappointment. I've never cared about expensive wedding gowns, or how much someone paid for a tailored suit. I don't care if your wedding dress is from Walmart, or if it's from some fancy, upscale designer line. So why am I marrying the devil dressed in a thousand-dollar suit? I'm about to find out how I got here. To marrying one of the most powerful men in the country. The road to finding out, though, is paved with darkness, painted with the blood of innocents, and it leads my ass straight to hell. Only this hell is a multi-million-dollar penthouse suite in New York City where Bryant Saint Royal, sits on his throne.
