Ergebnis für "Celia" in Thriller

Ich werde heiraten. Das sollte ein glücklicher Moment sein, aber alles, was ich fühle, als ich zum Altar schreite und einem Mann gegenüberstehe, der mich nur wegen meiner Familienzugehörigkeit heiraten will, ist Angst. Aber mein Gang zum Altar wird unterbrochen, als Mateo Milani die Kathedrale betritt, meinen Bräutigam ermordet und mich für sich beansprucht.

Ich trat ins Kloster ein, um die Wahrheit zu finden. Aber ich habe so viel mehr entdeckt, und die Dunkelheit hier verführt mich, zieht mich runter, bis ich nur noch an ihn denken kann. Adam Monroe, der Sohn des Propheten, der dunkle Prinz eines Imperiums, das von Tag zu Tag wächst. Er hat die Aufgabe, mich vor den Wölfen der Außenwelt zu beschützen.

Mein Name ist Sebastian Lindstrom, und ich bin der Bad Guy in dieser Geschichte. Ich habe beschlossen, meine Geschichte offenzulegen, einmal in meinem hohlen Leben die Wahrheit zu sagen, egal wie dunkel sie ist. Und ich kann Ihnen versichern, dass sie so dunkel ist, dass Sie die schwarzen Ränder meines Kopfes nach einem Türgriff absuchen werden, der nicht da ist.

Adam hat sich selbst zerstört, um mich zu retten. Zuerst zweifle ich, ob ich die Kraft habe, weiterzumachen. Aber mit jeder Sekunde, die vergeht, sehe ich den Propheten und verfluche ihn. Meine Zeit als Jungfrau ist vorbei. Ich weigere mich, noch länger eine Figur in seinem Spiel zu sein. Aber es gibt immer mehr Möglichkeiten für den Propheten, an mich heranzukommen, mich zu benutzen und mich unter seinem Einfluss zu halten. Werde ich stark genug sein, um mich zu befreien?

I rescued Sabrina from a mafia bloodbath when she was 13. As the new head of the Philly syndicate, I sent her to the best schools to keep her as far away from the life - and me - as possible. It worked perfectly. Until she turned 18. Until she came home. Until I realized that the timid girl was gone and in her place lived a smart mouth and a body that demanded my attention. I promised myself I'd resist her, for her own good.... I lied.

Ich kann mich nicht vor dem Kloster retten, und vielleicht konnte ich es nie. Der Prophet wird von Tag zu Tag gefährlicher. Seine Wahnvorstellungen sind in Blut getränkt, und wenn ich nicht aufpasse, wird dieses Blut mein eigenes sein. Trotz des wachsenden Risikos, setze ich die Suche nach der Wahrheit fort, auch wenn der dornige Pfad schließlich zu Adam führt, in dessen dunklen Augen sich Schuldgefühle widerspiegeln.

My name is Sebastian Lindstrom, and I'm the villain of this story. I've decided to lay myself bare. To tell the truth for once in my hollow life, no matter how dark it gets. And I can assure you, it will get so dark that you'll find yourself feeling around the blackened corners of my mind, seeking a door handle that isn't there. Don't mistake this for a confession. I neither seek forgiveness nor would I accept it. My sins are my own. They keep me company. Instead, this is the true tale of how I found her, how I stole her, and how I lost her.

Jolted from sleep by the ringing of the telephone, Imogen stumbles through the dark, empty house to answer it. At first, she can't quite understand the man on the other end of the line. Surely he can't honestly be accusing her of killing her husband, Ivor, who died in a car crash barely two months ago. As the nights draw in, Imogen finds her home filling up with unexpected guests, who may be looking for more than simple festive cheer. Has someone been rifling through Ivor's papers? Who left the half-drunk whiskey bottle beside his favourite chair?

Louise would give anything - anything - for a good night's sleep. Forget the girls running errant in the garden and bothering the neighbours. Forget her husband who seems oblivious to it all. If the baby would just stop crying, everything would be fine. Or would it? What if Louise's growing fears about the family's new lodger, who seems to share all of her husband's interests, are real? What could she do, and would anyone even believe her? Maybe, if she could get just get some rest, she'd be able to think straight . . .

Milly Barnes has just arrived in the seaside town of Seacliffe. Between windswept walks on the beach, she settles into lodgings and finds work as a Daily Help. Except this isn't her real name - 'Milly' is on the run from her past life, escaping a nightmare marriage. Abandoned by her first husband for another woman, she took revenge by marrying Gilbert: but this proved a terrible mistake. Trapped in a London basement flat, she became a victim of his increasingly paranoid delusions.

Rosamund wakes up from her mid-morning nap to find, to her delight, that she is running a temperature. Surely that explains her blinding headache, and the weird, delirious dream in which she had murdered her overly seductive neighbour in a vengeful act of jealousy? A great relief, then, to find this was merely the nightmarish work of a fevered imagination. Until her husband exclaims, 'Rosamund! Have you any idea what's happened to Lindy? She's disappeared!.'

Ten years ago, Adrian Ellis vowed to hunt me down and claim me like a prize, but I haven't heard a word since. Now I'm thriving in New York City—with a blossoming art career, a fearless roommate-turned-best-friend intent on pushing me out of my comfort zone, and a true golden boy who has no idea how deep my darkness runs. But just as I'm ready to move on, Adrian reappears in my city and my life. He swears he isn't here for me, but as the seams of my carefully stitched world begin to fray, all signs point back to him, and I suspect he's been pulling the strings longer than I've known.

From the moment I saw her through the window of her flower shop, something other than darkness took root inside me. Charlie shone like a beacon in a world that had long since lost any light. But she was never meant for me, a man that killed without remorse and collected bounties drenched in blood. I thought staying away would keep her safe, would shield her from me. I was wrong. Danger followed in my wake like death at a slaughter house. I protected her from the threats that circled like black buzzards, kept her safe with kill after kill.

One, two, I'm coming for you. She's my obsession. Three, four, kneel on the floor. I want to possess her in every way. Five, six, I'm up to my old tricks. She knows me as The Portland Serial K!ll3r. Seven, eight, lay in wait. Little does she know I'm watching her. Nine, ten, never to be seen again. Welcome to your worst nightmare, Little Lamb. Who am I? Let me introduce myself. I'm Death. And I have found my Queen.

I dig. It's what I do. I'll literally use a shovel to answer a question. Some answers, though, have been buried too deep for too long. But I'll find those, too. And I know where to dig - the Blackwood Estate on the edge of the Mississippi Delta. Garrett Blackwood is the only thing standing between me and the truth. A broken man - one with desires that dance in the darkest part of my soul - he's either my savior or my enemy. I'll dig until I find all his secrets. Then I'll run so he never finds mine. The only problem? He likes it when I run.

She’ll never be mine. But I can’t stop thinking about her, dreaming about her, picturing what our lives could have been. The mafia got in the way for both of us. Some things, though, are destined. No matter how much we change, we’re still the same stupid kids who fell for each other before reality tore us apart. Now I’ve been hired to be her bodyguard until she’s wed to a mafia prince. If I don’t get her to the altar, they’ll kill me. But the moment I see her, I realize if she marries another, I’ll be dead in all the ways that matter.

I've been promised to the don of New York's Italian mafia. Marrying him will save my family. Falling for his brother will destroy us all. I know only one way to acknowledge the anniversary of my mama's death—by drinking away the memories in a back street bar. But there's nothing like waking up...

I should have known better than to fall for a biker. But I couldn't resist Levi's smile. His cockiness. All that leather. We fell hard and fast. A spoiled rich girl from a prestigious family and a boy from a motorcycle club. We were naive enough to think we could be the exception. But while Levi was in the military, trying to build our future, his world chewed me up and spit me out. It left me broken, scarred, and angry. Fourteen years later, Levi is everything I hate. A Twisted King. A walking red flag. Trouble.

"A perfect summer read; gripping, original, well-drawn and compassionate"--Joanne Harris "Celia Rees is a superb writer, and this novel has one of the most irresistible and unique story hooks I've ever come across. This book deserves to be huge!"--Sophie Hannah A striking historical novel about...

It’s 1946 and the dust of war has settled over Europe. But for Edith Graham, an ordinary woman living an ordinary life, her journey is only just beginning.... Escaping her humdrum existence, Edith is swept into war-torn Germany and recruited to draw elusive Nazis out of hiding. But the closer she gets to the truth, the more blurred the line between good and evil. In a shadowy world of shifting loyalties, where no-one is quite who they seem to be, who can Edith trust?