Showing results for "safe" in Coming of Age

Trapped in an abusive marriage to Lord Caraway with her beloved daughter Melissa, 24-year-old Lady Elodie Caraway knows she has to escape before her deepest and darkest secrets are revealed giving her husband every reason to seek his revenge. But time is of the essence, if she is to save herself and Melissa. With the help of lifelong friend Aiden Newman, they swiftly leave Oakland Hall for a new life in Liverpool's docklands. On arrival, Elodie and Melissa are welcomed as lodgers by Molly Haywood’s family, Aidens aunt – no questions are asked.

Sydney Walker's new job is perfect. As the live-in nanny to the most famous quarterback in the NFL and his beautiful wife, she couldn't have it any better. Their kids are adorable. Her bosses are more than generous. Plus, there are hot football players at the house all the time. Life can't get much better than this. Until her life turns into an absolute nightmare. The media is abuzz with rumors that she and her boss, Drew Callahan, are having a torrid affair.

You are young, ambitious, college-educated and a feminist. Your new job is in television. To climb the ranks, you do whatever it takes. You know the rules of this world. When someone senior tells you how pretty you look, you smile and thank him—and make a mental note never to wear that dress alone with him again. When whispers start to circle that your office might have 'a bit of a rape problem', and your close friend confesses her own unsettling encounter, you know there is plenty to gain from staying silent, and all too much to lose through speaking out.

Layla Weston was supposed to be planning her wedding, not waiting for her fiancé's father to die. As Luke prepares to defend Holly for the shooting of Gregory Meyer, Layla and her family weigh the possibility of being able to return home to North Carolina. Only Layla isn't quite sure that's what she wants.

On me demande : c’est qui ta mère, c’est qui ton père. Moi je n’en sais rien, j’ai Titi et c’est à peu près tout. Ensemble, on décore les châssis avec des branches d’arbres qui se fanent, tombent et deviennent des lambeaux mortuaires séchés qu’on ne balaie pas. Et certains soirs, je sens mon cœur qui se gonfle et qui essaie de me parler pour me dire bonjour, quelque chose de grave est arrivé et ça n’est pas fini. Olé.