Carine Ribert

A serial killer, nicknamed Le Ver(s) Solitaire (The Lone Worm) for the alexandrines left at the crime scenes, is spreading terror. Under the orders of a commissioner, Clarisse Sterling, a rookie in the crime squad, can only rely on her instinct, 200g of chouquettes and the virtues of a well-placed pineapple to solve this investigation and save her skin.

Sophie and Julien met on the Internet. After days of written exchanges, they finally met in person for the first time. Julien is curiously quiet.

Loulou is 13 years old. He returns from his training and finds the house empty. He enters his parents’ bedroom and opens his mother’s cupboards...

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We are off chasing down a tornado and trying to stop it from destroying the Futuroscope Park. We follow Alex and Melanie, using Alex's vehicle to approach close to the tornado. Eventually we get sucked up in the storm before Alex stops it.

Thomas was once renowned as a young tennis prodigy, but never had the career he hoped for. At 37, despite his declining physical fitness and shattered knee he decides to compete in the intense qualifying rounds of the French Open at Roland-Garros for one last attempt at glory. Although his wife Eve and mother Judith advise him to give up, Thomas obsessively pushes forward. He will have to fight his own demons and will ultimately face a determined young player who reminds him of his younger self.

Gabrielle is a "statue" for tourists, much to the chagrin of her teenage son. Elsa is in angry at the world and desperate to become pregnant. Mao is a chronically depressed video game designer who drowns his melancholy in alcohol and psychoanalysis. They are brother and sisters but do not hang out. Ever. Their parents Pierre and Claudine, separated for a long time, have really done nothing to strengthen the bonds of the family - yet, at their grandfather's funeral, they are going to have to meet, and together answer the question: "What to do with grandma?"

Hello, my name is Philippe Maurice. I am a tobacconist, and for the past 24 hours I have had no filter. Not in my shop, no, in my head. For some strange reason, I say everything I think to everyone, and in very colorful language. Many people would love to be able to let loose and say all the horrible things that cross their minds, except for me, for whom life has become hell.