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7 de maio de 2012
Dernière mise à jour
7 de maio de 2012
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Português (Brasil)
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Synopsis : Sa mère était allemande, descendante des familles Blackwood et Spellman. En Allemagne, la sorcellerie suivait des traditions similaires à celles des sorcières du Monde Sombre de Sabrina : magie ancestrale, rituels, grimoires, pactes et connaissances que les Anglais n'imaginaient même pas exister. Harry est également né avec des capacités surnaturelles extraordinaires. La télékinésie, la pyrokinésie, les illusions, la projection astrale, la manipulation mentale, l'énergie et la perception dimensionnelle ne sont que quelques-unes d'entre elles. Son pouvoir est si grand que peu de gens pourraient l'affronter. À onze ans, une femme belle, puissante et extrêmement confiante retourne en Angleterre avec Harry pour qu'il commence ses études à Poudlard. Il promet à sa famille qu'après avoir obtenu son diplôme, il étudiera à la légendaire École de la Nuit. Mais Harry ne sera pas le seul élève extraordinaire.
Melissa is with patrol car 02 and Hector is from the square's restaurant. In Vale Bonito, everyone listens to the police radio, and a minor incident turns into a marriage proposal with a patrol car horn, a sunflower in a bucket, and all of Vale Bonito marrying the two off before the proposal even happens. A light romance, with God in the middle and paçoquinha on the square bench.
Léo trancou o coração depois de um amor que foi embora sem olhar para trás. Beatriz é a bailarina que ameaça destrancar tudo de novo. Mas o passado tem planos próprios e vai aparecer bem no meio do caminho dos dois.
Três tronos em colisão. O Norte e a Areia marcham juntos contra o Sul. Apenas um pulso me separa do abismo. Nas alturas da névoa eterna, a guerra final enfim começou. A alvorada será de sangue. Algumas almas nascem para incendiar o mundo. Outras, para salvá-lo das cinzas.
Some memories don't need a name to become impossible to forget. One night. Two strangers. No promises. Beatrice Cross never imagined she would run into the man who, for a few hours, made the world disappear. With no names or expectations, that night should have stayed in the past. Until she recognizes him. Ethan Harrington is everything she should avoid: arrogant, impeccable, and dangerously capable of awakening feelings she spent a year trying to forget. Now, however, there is an obstacle between them: Mark Sterling. The man Beatrice chose. The best friend Ethan never thought he would have to lie to. Between inevitable encounters, lingering glances, and a tension impossible to ignore, the attraction threatens to cross every boundary. Beatrice knows what she could lose. Ethan knows the weight of loyalty. And Mark trusts them both without imagining that the danger is closer than he could ever suspect. Because some choices don't just destroy relationships. They destroy everything you tried to protect. And sometimes, the cruelest lie is pretending nothing happened.






