Résultats pour "Rue" dans Romans policiers et thrillers

Rue Sans-Souci... Drôle d'adresse, lorsqu'on est flic, pour trouver dans un appartement d'Oslo le cadavre de la femme avec laquelle on vient de passer la nuit. Surtout si on ne se rappelle rien... Conscient qu'il pourrait devenir le principal suspect, Harry Hole décide d'enquêter secrètement, même s'il est officiellement chargé d'une autre affaire : un hold-up qui a mal tourné lorsque le braqueur a abattu une employée pourtant obéissante. Ses collègues évoquent un simple dérapage, mais Hole conclut à un meurtre.

Killian, Tristian, and Rath. These three men are a part of my past - one that I'd rather never look in the eye again. In high school, they knew my secrets and I knew theirs. They had power and I had nothing. The night everything fell apart, my stepbrother allowed his two best friends to take their rage out on me while he watched. While they laughed.

La France de 1834 est une poudrière. Sourde à la colère du peuple, la monarchie réprime de plus en plus durement les émeutes qui gagnent le pays. À Paris, au milieu de la nuit du 14 avril, l'armée abat les habitants d'un immeuble situé au 12 de la rue Transnonain. Un repaire d'insurgés ? Les victimes sont pourtant des vieillards, des femmes, des enfants… Une paire de bas gît au fond d'un des lits taché de sang ; ils appartiennent à une fille des rues portée disparue. Elle sait. Le préfet de police lance l'agent Joseph Lutz sur sa trace.

Forsyth’s Purple Palace is more than the home of the King and Princes of East End. It’s a place known for elegant parties, deep tradition, loyalty, and family. But most of all, creation. Rub away the gold and it’s nothing but a tarnished house of horrors built on the souls of its victims-and I refuse to allow my son to be next. My Princes, Whitaker, Pace, and Lex, are good at many things, but knowing how to be a parent isn’t one of them. What they do know is how to create, how to protect, and how to draw secrets out of terrible men.

I came back to Forsyth and agreed to be their Lady for two reasons: protection and revenge. They wanted to break me, but instead, they molded me into their perfect weakness. I was put through the gauntlet and came out stronger. I earned the title of Lady. Then they became my weakness. I agreed to sleep under their roof, but on my terms. Building trust takes time, but with all the threats nipping at our heels, that’s a luxury we don't have. We have to rely on one another despite our complicated pasts - to find a murderer, a stalker, and a traitor.

Un thriller historique au coeur de la Révolution française. Août 1789. La Révolution continue d'embraser le pays. Alors qu'à Versailles, les députés rédigent la Déclaration des droits de l'homme et du citoyen, le jeune journaliste Gabriel Joly, endeuillé, peine à retrouver le goût de vivre. Mais une étrange affaire de meurtres va peu à peu le tirer de sa torpeur... Dans le cercle très secret de la Comédie-Française, une série d'assassinats ébranle la troupe. Les uns après les autres, des comédiens et des employés sont tués en plein théâtre.

The Lords never expected Story Austin to walk back into their life. They certainly never thought she’d rise to be their Queen. But they aren’t the only Royals in Forsyth. The Dukes are known for winning with their fists, but transforming Lavinia Lucia from the Kings’ captive to their unwilling Duchess will be their biggest match yet.

Remington Maddox broke my heart. Simon Perilini bruised my body. And Pretty Nick Bruin tried his hardest to steal my soul. As we struggle to make amends, the four of us must face the real fights occurring in Forsyth: the battle against the legacies of our fathers, the conflict for a kingdom that's stronger than its king, and the wars we wage within ourselves.

Paris, juin 1889 : le monde entier se presse à l'Exposition Universelle où la Tour Eiffel, qui vient d'être achevée, accueille plus de mille visiteurs par jour. Les Français s'aperçoivent qu'ils ont un Empire colonial en découvrant les pavillons exotiques et les villages indigènes groupés au pied d'un des temples d'Angkor reconstitué. C'est dans cette ambiance de kermesse que survient une série de morts inexpliquées. Les victimes ne présentent aucune blessure apparente et, hormis le fait d'avoir été présentes à l'Exposition, rien ne les relie entre elles.

Phoebe Winchester’s beloved Aunt Eudora has a taste for adventure—and a knack for making magical tea. It’s even rumored that she just might be a witch. So when Eudora passes away and leaves everything to her niece—her Victorian mansion, her bookshop/tea store The Earl’s Study, and one very chubby orange cat named Bob—Phoebe gets more than she bargained for. And she knows she’s in deep when a dead man is found on the shop’s back step, apparently killed while trying to break in. Now she must put her newfound power to the test and cast a spell that could catch a killer.

Two years of my life have been stolen by the Royals of Forsyth. Two years of captivity and hell. Two years at the whim of powerful men. I spent that time seeking freedom. Now, I want nothing more than revenge.

This easy French mystery includes a story in French, a complete English translation, and tons of fun exercises. Il est quatre heures 15 de l’après-midi quand j’arrive dans la rue Saint-Jacques. Je remarque tout de suite qu’il se passe quelque chose de bizarre. "Connaissez-vous monsieur Pierre-Henri de Longchamps ?" Le policier me regarde dans les yeux. Il prend son temps pour choisir ses mots. Un nœud se forme dans mon estomac. "Monsieur de Longchamps est mort, me dit-il. Et vous et votre amie madame Brown, vous êtes suspectées du crime."

Ever since she moved to Raven Creek, Washington, Phoebe Winchester knew she would have to grow accustomed to having a lot on her plate. She’s beginning to make the Victorian manor she inherited from her dear and adventurous Aunt Eudora feel more like home, successfully running the bookstore and tea shop, The Earl’s Study, and learning to harness her recently discovered magical powers. But when she discovers a dead body at an estate sale, even Phoebe wonders if this is simply too much.

This is a story from the Murders in the Rue Morgue (The Dupin Stories) collection. Auguste Dupin, investigator extraordinaire, was the remarkable creation of Edgar Allan Poe. Written in the 1840s, Poe presented the acutely observant, shrewd but idiosyncratic character who, with his chronicler, provided the inspiration for the more famous Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson.

It’s not just the Palace that’s haunted by evil men; it’s the very soil the structure is built on. I’ll soon come to find the traumatic bonds that link my Princes to one another are more than mere shackles. If I want the Monarchs to succeed, if I want this baby to have a chance, if I want to survive...I have no choice but to break the ties of the Ashby brothers the same way I destroy the Palace. Brick by brick.

Edgar Allan Poe is the undisputed "father" of the detective story. C. Auguste Dupin tries to solve a mysterious brutal murder of two women. Numerous witnesses heard a suspect, though no one agrees on what language was spoken. At the murder scene, Dupin finds a hair that does not appear to be human...and so it begins....

A fourth floor room, a door locked with the key inside, no way in, no way out. Edgar Allan Poe is the true grandfather of the murder mystery. Decades before Sherlock Holmes and Hercule Poirot, Poe gave us C. Auguste Dupin, a man able to solve mysteries through observation and deduction.

Pearl and Pick hitch their little red wagons together and get married at Lake Manor. While Mopsy Cornpon—Pick’s cousin— has the nerve to get herself killed, officially ruining a good reception! Then we find out Harborfront—a front for the Boston Mob— is trying to buy land— behind St. John’s to build a casino! The Ladies’ Auxiliary immediately launched a smear campaign to send the Mob packing. As the body count rises, so do the clues, all pointing in different directions.

When Dr. Georges Moutte is found murdered, investigator Antoine Verlaque is stumped. Certainly the director of theology at the Universite d'Aix had his enemies. Moutte was just about to name the recipient of an elite fellowship as well as his own successor - a highly coveted position - when his lips were sealed permanently. But Verlaque isn't convinced anyone in the tiny community of academics is capable of murder.

"The Murders in the Rue Morgue" is a short story by Edgar Allan Poe published in Graham's Magazine in 1841. It has been claimed as the first detective story; Poe referred to it as one of his "tales of ratiocination".