30 books
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1. Từng có người yêu anh hơn cả sinh mệnh (NP, Trùng sinh )
Ông trời thật bất công với cô mà, cô chưa từng làm việc xấu mà lại gán cho cô thân phận nữ phụ trong cuốn tiểu thuyết NP đầy sủng ngọt với nữ chính. Bình thường, một câu chuyện sủng sẽ làm người ta đắm chìm mềm lòng, nhưng đó là với nữ chính, còn cô, cô là một nữ phụ độc ác tuyệt tình. ...Cuộc đời sẽ đẹp biết bao nếu đây là câu chuyện kết thúc là SE hay OE cũng tốt, và điều đó chỉ xảy ra nếu không có 3 người con trai trong dàn nam chính của nữ chính xuất hiện...
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2. Thời gian rung động chỉ vì em
Lâm Tư Hạ là vì một người không xứng đáng mà mất đi mọi thứ , táng thân trong biển lửa . Trùng sinh lần này , cô nắm giữ số phận của mình những thứ khác suy cho cùng không đáng để tâm . Nếu yêu là một loại chấp niệm thì cũng nên buông bỏ . Cô cho rằng vết thương có đau thế nào cũng sẽ được thời gian chữa lành, tình cảm dù có sâu nặng thế nào cũng sẽ bị thời gian hao mòn. Nhưng chạy trời sao cho khỏi nắng , lúc bản thân buông bỏ thì người nọ lại không nỡ buông tay .
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3. Rain (Seasons of Love Series #1)
Apat na babaeng magkakamukha subalit magkakaiba ang kanilang katangiang taglay. Iisa ang pinagmulan ngunit iba't ibang daan ang patutunguhan. CAN SHE ESCAPE FROM HURTFUL PAST? GRIEFS AND HEARTBREAKS. WILL IT CAUSE THE RAIN TO BECOME FEARSOME STORM? OR SHE WILL LET THE RAIN POURS AND JUST WAIT FOR IT TO STOP? Cold to cold. His rules to her words. Would their unusual meet up is the beginning of their unusual love story? She owned the name that shows how beautiful to let go of things. Can she make to see it too? Or still, she will stop the faded leaves from falling? Can she fall on a man who did nothing but to buzzed around and ruined her day? Her harsh words against his sweet jokes. They met in the midst of summer-the mean and the easygoing. Seasons of Love Series #1
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4. Winter (Seasons of Love Series#2)
Apat na babaeng magkakamukha subalit magkakaiba ang kanilang katangiang taglay. Iisa ang pinagmulan ngunit iba't ibang daan ang patutunguhan. Can she escape from hurtful past? Grief and heartbreak. Will it cause a rain to become a fearsome storm? Or she will let the rain pours and just wait for it to stop? COLD TO COLD. HIS RULES TO HER WORDS. WOULD THEIR UNUSUAL MEET UP IS THE BEGINNING OF THEIR UNUSUAL LOVE STORY? She owned the name that shows how beautiful to let go of things. Can she make to see it too? Or still, she will stop the faded leaves from falling? Can she fall to a man who did nothing but to buzzed around and ruined her day? Her harsh words against his sweet jokes. They met in the midst of summer-the mean and the easygoing. Seasons of Love Series #2
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5. Man and Maid
(1922) When all of me is aching--Shall I too, find solace if I go to the sea? Who knows?--Chapter 1
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6. Every Saturday Night
In which Freya Kassandra Floresca who has experienced different kinds of trauma, will tell her story about her past, struggles, her inner demons and how she overcame the battle she went through with Zephyr Silvestre by her side.
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7. The Hope of the City
"Doc. There's a major problem" the atmosphere had risen to another level. As if we've all been waiting for death to talk about what he'd say next. "There were vials that have been stolen."
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8. The Career of Katherine Bush
(1916) Illustrated by Edmund Frederick Dusk was coming on when Katherine Bush left the office of the Jew money lenders, Livingstone and Devereux, in Holles Street. Theirs was a modest establishment with no indication upon the wire blind of the only street window as to the trade practised by the two owners of the aristocratic names emblazoned upon the dingy transparency. But it was very well known all the same to numerous young bloods who often sought temporary relief within its doors. Katherine Bush had been the shorthand typist there since she was nineteen. They paid her well, and she had the whole of Saturday to herself. She sat clicking at her machine most of the day, behind a half-high glass screen, and when she lifted her head, she could see those who came to the desk beyond-she could hear their voices, and if she listened very carefully, she could distinguish the words they said. In the three years in which she had earned thirty shillings a week sitting there, she had become quite a connoisseur in male voices, and had made numerous deductions therefrom. "Liv" and "Dev," as Mr. Percival Livingstone and Mr. Benjamin Devereux, were called with undue familiarity by their subordinates, often wondered how Katherine Bush seemed to know exactly the suitable sort of letter to write to each client, without being told. She was certainly a most valuable young woman, and worth the rise the firm meant to offer her shortly. She hardly ever spoke, and when she did raise her sullen greyish-green eyes with a question in them, you were wiser to answer it without too much palaver. The eyes were darkly heavily lashed and were compelling and disconcertingly steady, and set like Greek eyes under broad brows. Her cheeks were flat, and her nose straight, and her mouth was full and large and red.--Chapter 1
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9. High Noon
FOREWORD --I must make a confession. It will not be needed by the many thousands who have lived with me the wonderful sunrise of Paul's love, and the sad gray morning of his bereavement. To these friends who, with Paul, loved and mourned his beautiful Queen and their dear son, the calm peace and serenity of the high noon of Paul's life will seem but well-deserved happiness. It is to the others I speak. In life it is rarely given us to learn the end as well as the beginning. To tell the whole story is only an author's privilege. Of the events which made Paul's love-idyl possible, but a mere hint has been given. If at some future time it seems best, I may tell you more of them. As far as Paul himself is concerned, you have had but the first two chapters of his story. Here is the third of the trilogy, his high noon. And with the sun once more breaking through the clouds in Paul's heart, we will leave him. You need not read any more of this book than you wish, since I claim the privilege of not writing any more than I choose. But if you do read it through, you will feel with me that the great law of compensation is once more justified. As sorrow is the fruit of our mistakes, so everlasting peace should be the reward of our heart's best endeavor. Sadness is past; joy comes with High Noon. "The Queen is dead. Long live the Queen!"--The Author.
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10. One Day
(1909) The first sequel to Elinor Glyn's best-selling novel Three Weeks. The second sequel being High Noon (1911). FOREWORD TO MY AMERICAN FRIENDS Now after spending some very pleasant weeks in your interesting country, I feel sure that this book will find many sympathetic readers in America. Quite naturally it will be discussed; some, doubtless, will censure it-and unjustly; others will believe with me that the tale teaches a great moral lesson. Born as the Boy was born, the end which Fate forced upon him, to me, was inevitable. Each word and act of the three weeks of his parents' love-idyl must reflect in the character and life of the child. Little by little the baby King grew before my mental vision until I saw at last there was no escape from his importunity and I allowed the insistent Boy-masterful even from his inception-to shape himself at his own sweet will. Thus he became the hero of my study. This is not a book for children or fools-but for men and women who can grasp the underlying principle of morality which has been uppermost in my mind as I wrote. Those who can see beyond the outburst of passion-the overmastering belief in the power of love to justify all things, which the Boy inherited so naturally from his Queen mother-will understand the forces against which the young Prince must needs fight a losing battle. The transgression was unavoidable to one whose very conception was beyond the law-the punishment was equally inevitable. In fairness to this book of mine-and to me-the great moral lesson I have endeavored to teach must be considered in its entirety, and no single episode be construed as the book's sole aim. The verdict on my two years' work rests with you, dear Reader, but at least you may be sure that I have only tried to show that those who sow the wind shall reap the whirlwind.--The Author.
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11. The Price of Things
(1919) FOREWORD--I wrote this book in Paris in the winter of 1917-18--in the midst of bombs, and raids, and death. Everyone was keyed up to a strange pitch, and only primitive instincts seemed to stand out distinctly. Life appeared brutal, and our very fashion of speaking, the words we used, the way we looked at things, was more realistic--coarser--than in times of peace, when civilization can re-assert itself again. This is why the story shocks some readers. I quite understand that it might do so; but I deem it the duty of writers to make a faithful picture of each phase of the era they are living in, that posterity may be correctly informed about things, and get the atmosphere of epochs. The story is, so to speak, rough hewn. But it shows the danger of breaking laws, and interfering with fate--whether the laws be of God or of Man. It is also a psychological study of the instincts of two women, which the strenuous times brought to the surface. "Amaryllis," with all her breeding and gentleness, reacting to nature's call in her fierce fidelity to the father of her child--and "Harietta," becoming in herself the epitome of the age-old prostitute. I advise those who are rebuffed by plain words, and a ruthless analysis of the result of actions, not to read a single page.--Elinor Glyn
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12. Beyond The Rocks
A Love Story. (1906) This novel of torrid love was made into a film in 1922 starring Rudolph Valentino. Josiah Brown's valet, Mr. Toplington, who knew the world, had engaged rooms for the happy couple at the Grand Hotel. "We'll go to the Ritz on our way back," he decided, "but at first, in case there's scenes and tears, it's better to be a number than a name." Mademoiselle Henriette, the freshly engaged French maid, quite agreed with him. The Grand, she said, was "plus convenable pour une lune de Miel--" Lune de Miel!--Chapter 1
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13. The Letters of Her Mother to Elizabeth
(1901) NOTE: Everyone who has read "The Visits of Elizabeth," in which a girl of seventeen describes her adventures to her mother in a series of entertaining and clever letters, has instinctively asked the question: "What sort of woman was Elizabeth's Mother?" Perhaps an answer that will satisfy all will be found in the following Letters of her Mother to Elizabeth.
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14. Quel certo non so che
John e Ava. Lui è un ricco uomo d'affari partito dai bassifondi, lei una donna affascinante dell'alta società che ha conosciuto la povertà e la decadenza. John è segretamente attratto da Ava. Ava è innamorata di John ma non osa dichiararsi, non può essere all'altezza di un uomo di successo come lui. In una New York da sogno, una splendida storia d'amore fra due esseri uguali e diversi, entrambi dotati di Quel certo non so che che distingue la bellezza fine a se stessa dal fascino irresistibile. Un romanzo dolce e sensuale, carico di atmosfere uniche, opera di una delle scrittrici più famose del genere rosa: Elinor Glyn
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15. Tre settimane (Three Weeks)
Due occhi impossibili da dimenticare... E una donna unica, un corpo da amare e una mente nella quali perdersi. Un labirinto di sogni, una strada obbligata che conduce alla felicità, alla passione. È quella che percorre il giovane Paul, travolto dal suo sentimento, non subito corrisposto, per la bellissima e meno giovane "signora in nero". Lei, così misteriosa, viaggia in incognito, e non è una donna qualunque. E Paul non può fare a meno di giocare fino in fondo la sua partita contro il destino, un tragico gioco che li coinvolgerà entrambi annientandoli. Tutto in tre, interminabili settimane. Three Weeks, considerato il capolavoro di Elinor Glyn, romanzo di grande successo, è un viaggio senza ritorno nella passione più totale ed esclusiva. Viene riproposto per la prima volta in edizione integrale e in una nuova traduzione.
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16. FORBIDDEN ALPHA ROMANCE
In a werewolf pack where destinies are dictated by the Moon Goddess, Charlotte, the daughter of a powerful beta, discovers an unexpected love with her best friend, Caleb. Unwilling to succumb to fate, they defy the norms and strive to build a life together. Their idyllic existence shatters when a malevolent black wolf named Hades targets Caleb, turning Charlotte's world into a living nightmare. As she seeks justice, Charlotte unravels a chilling truth—Hades is her destined mate. Torn between grief for Caleb and the inescapable bond with her mate, Charlotte faces a tumultuous journey where love, loyalty, and destiny collide in a world where the supernatural forces dictate the course of their lives.
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17. A DIARY OF A LOST CALL (The Soul Between the Mother and the Child)
This diary contains my memoir of my mother-in-law and me. Will tell the world the connection. This book will be a dedication to my mother. Later she will acknowledge this book as a memory of her daughter. The cover is temporarily attached: In the Womb of Eternity by Dana Lynne Andersen
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18. Three Weeks
I feel now, when my "Three Weeks" is to be launched in a new land, where I have many sympathetic friends, that, owing to the misunderstanding and misrepresentation it received from nearly the entire press and a section of the public in England, I would like to state my view of its meaning. (As I wrote it, I suppose it could be believed I know something about that!) For me "the Lady" was a deep study, the analysis of a strange Slav nature, who, from circumstances and education and her general view of life, was beyond the ordinary laws of morality. If I were making the study of a Tiger, I would not give it the attributes of a spaniel, because the public, and I myself, might prefer a spaniel! I would still seek to portray accurately every minute instinct of that Tiger, to make a living picture. Thus, as you read, I want you to think of her as such a study. A great splendid nature, full of the passionate realisation of primitive instincts, immensely cultivated, polished, blas . You must see her at Lucerne, obsessed with the knowledge of her horrible life with her brutal, vicious husband, to whom she had been sacrificed for political reasons when almost a child. She suddenly sees this young Englishman, who comes as an echo of something straight and true in manhood which, in outward appearance at all events, she has met in her youth in the person of his Uncle Hubert. She perceives in him at once the Soul sleeping there; and it produces in her a strong emotion. Then I want you to understand the effect of Love on them both. In her it rose from caprice to intense devotion, until the day at the Farm when it reached the highest point-a desire to reproduce his likeness. How, with the most passionate physical emotion, her mental influence upon Paul was ever to raise him to vast aims and noble desires for future greatness. In him love opened the windows of his Soul, so that he saw the fine in everything. The immense rush of passion in Venice came from her knowledge that they soon must part. Notice the effect of the two griefs on Paul. The first, with its undefined hope, making him do well in all things-even his prowess as a hunter-to raise himself to be more worthy in her eyes; the second and paralysing one of death, turning him into adamant until his soul awakens again with the returning spring of her spirit in his heart, and the consolation of the living essence of their love in the child. The minds of some human beings are as moles, grubbing in the earth for worms. They have no eyes to see God's sky with the stars in it. To such "Three Weeks" will be but a sensual record of passion. But those who do look up beyond the material will understand the deep pure love, and the Soul in it all, and they will realise that to such a nature as "the Lady's," passion would never have run riot until it was sated-she would have daily grown nobler in her desire to make her Loved One's son a splendid man. And to all who read, I say-at least be just! and do not skip. No line is written without its having a bearing upon the next, and in its small scope helping to make the presentment of these two human beings vivid and clear. The verdict I must leave to the Public, but now, at all events, you know, kind Reader, that to me, the "Imperatorskoye" appears a noble woman, because she was absolutely faithful to the man she had selected as her mate, through the one motive which makes a union moral in ethics-Love.-ELINOR GLYN.
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19. The Reason Why
(1911) People often wondered what nation the great financier, Francis Markrute, originally sprang from. He was now a naturalized Englishman and he looked English enough. He was slight and fair, and had an immaculately groomed appearance generally--which even the best of valets cannot always produce. He wore his clothes with that quiet, unconscious air which is particularly English. He had no perceptible accent--only a deliberate way of speaking. But Markrute!--such a name might have come from anywhere. No one knew anything about him, except that he was fabulously rich and had descended upon London some ten years previously from Paris, or Berlin, or Vienna, and had immediately become a power in the city, and within a year or so, had grown to be omnipotent in certain circles. He had a wonderfully appointed house in Park Lane, one of those smaller ones just at the turn out of Grosvenor Street, and there he entertained in a reserved fashion.--Chapter 1
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20. The Man and the Moment
(1914) Michael Arranstoun folded a letter which he had been reading for the seventh time, with a vicious intentness, and then jumping up from the big leather chair in which he had been buried, he said aloud, "Damn!" When a young, rich and good-looking man says that particular word aloud with a fearful grind of the teeth, one may know that he is in the very devil of a temper!--Chapter 1
