What if your love doesn't trust you? Your identity would be snatched by your best friend whom you trusted the most. The fragrance of love you wanted to share with your love would consider you as the poisonous air? Yeah, Abigail is living that life. The orphan girl who loves to write in her leisure time to forget her loneliness with a different pen name. The book makes her love the successful businessman of the year. The fragrance of love she always wanted to enjoy with Michael will think that Abigail wants his money and fame without knowing that the Tuberose, he is yearning for none but Abigail. Ema the betrayer will snatch the Tuberose identity of Abigail by being with William. Will William be succeeded to create the drift between the Tuberose and flower vase or can say, Abigail and Michael? Can Ema snatch the love of her best friend by living the fake identity of Abigail? Will Abigail get the place at Michael's flower vase or before that Abigail will be formed as a fallen flower? And will Michael accept the fallen flower? Let's live the life of Tuberose.
View MoreNine million years ago.
There was a great war, that besieged an entire continent. Dyeing the land red. With blood spilled from the bodies of ancient immortals.
Black mountain empire.
BANG!
A figure was shot through the air. Flying like a displaced rocket and crashing into a huge mountain.
BOOM!
The ground quaked, and the earth shook from the impact of the crash. Which blasted the mountains, leveling it into piles of rubbles.
A deep pit, thousands of meters wide at the surface, was formed in the ground. Taking the shape of a man with the top wider than the bottom.
The impact sent fragments of rock debris flying everywhere. As the figure sank heavily into the earth, to create thousands of meters deep pit.
Another figure was hovering over the heap of detritus. Suspended in the air, he observed as the former, dived swiftly and uncontrollably deep into the earth.
"Humph!
What a waste of effort. And to think, that I thought you were powerful. Yet, you couldn't even withstand a single blow from me." The figure said in contempt.
"Such a shame, you don't even deserve to die. or breathe!"
He paused as if waiting for a reply, then he continued.
"Hmm. . .
Now is your chance to show your strength!
Haha. Or are you dead already?"
He paused again, briefly. Before continuing.
"Hmm! It appears you're already spent.
You know, it's really a pity that people worshipped you.
You're not even worthy to be shit! God of thunder my foot. You're less than an ant when compared to me."
The suspended figure that spoke was a black man, with piercing, fiery-red eyes. Looking down at the crater, made by that man, dislodged by the effect of his blow.
He was very angry, that the other figure was not responding.
He was hoping, to get into a serious battle. However, the fight seemed to have ended so soon, by a single blow.
"Come to think of it, I only used, less than forty percent of my actual strength in that blow. This is too disappointing."
disdain was spelled all over his face. Then suddenly,
"Haha!"
The earth shook and trembled, as the black man with a bald head, started to laugh haughtily.
When he finally stopped laughing, he smiled. He appeared, to have just been illuminated, by a bright idea.
Then, suddenly, the black man started on.
He unusually waved his hand, then he shot out, a beam of golden-white light.
Radiating with infinite heat, the golden white light, went on to melt, the remnant dust, and rubbles. Effectively sealing up the pit formed by the fallen figure.
Impressed with himself, his lips arched into a half-smile; grinning.
Meanwhile, thousands of kilometers away from there, there was a bloody war going on.
As metals clanked, and people screamed in agony, the entire place was painted in red.
Fire and red hot magma, shot out randomly, from beneath the earth, and into the air. As pools of blood, connected to form a shallow stream. Flowing, to an unknown destination.
Detached limbs, arms, and heads, severed from their original bodies of warriors, Scattered everywhere. Bolstering, the goriness of the battle; it was a bloody scene seeming like hell itself.
One soldier, as black as charcoal. With huge black eyes, wearing a skirt made from leaves, charged at another black semi-naked man. wearing only a bronze pant.
Amid the crisis, the two fierce men resembled two hell–Ish beast about to clash.
Their spears tightly gripped, they ran towards each other. As their muscles twitched, to align their bodies perfectly—They struck.
BAM!
The mighty impact of their collision, sent visible waves of energy, rippling in space, and spreading in all directions.
The two men, resembling some ancient forbidden gods tugged, and exchanged mighty blows at each other.
After what seems to be like an hour of a fierce battle between the two men, the semi-naked man finally overpowered the other black man With a mighty punch, that resounded in the area. Sending the man to create a shallow pit. As he lay motionless.
At the same time, however, several other men who were also semi-naked successfully subdued their opponents. Piercing and slicing them with swords and spears.
The roaring chants and cries which initially accompanied the fierce battle soon died down and were replaced, with the gentle cries and pleas for mercy.
The remaining survivors, who were seriously injured and slowly dying, were wailing and calling for help.
While others tried to catch their breath as they gasped for air.
Most of the defeated warriors, belonging to the defeated side, already had major vital organs, hanging out of their bodies.
Some of the seriously injured people were gasping for air. Even as they slowly died and lost consciousness.
Others had their throat slit open. As blood continued to gush out from their opened veins. Causing them to giggle as they choked on their blood.
The place, an eyesore. Reeked and oozed, the metallic smell of blood.
"Haha! I always thought, these people were special and had formidable power.
Hmm!
I must say I'm utterly disappointed. Such weak people. They don't even deserve to be called humans. They are mere ants. And should be trampled upon.
If I had known they were this weak, I would not have bothered myself with these weaklings!" The black bald man sneered, with crossed arms.
Disdained was spelled all over his face.
"Come to think of it, their gods are even more despicable.
I never really expected to slaughter a God with just one strike!" He finished.
"you're right Sango. Even I never thought a god could be that weak.
I know you're very strong and all, but it is still truly unbelievable and beyond fathom, how a god can just perish, with one mighty punch.
Indeed.
These people, really deserved what happened to them, for serving and worshipping such despicable beings. Disgrace! That they claim to be their god.
Hmm...
I can't even believe, they refused to worship us instead."
Author's POV -[9 months later]As Abigail awakens, she finds herself in a rather wet and unexpected predicament. Without a moment's hesitation, she unleashes a resounding yell, "Miiiiiiiiiccccccccckkkkkkkkkk..."In a remarkable display of Olympic-level sprinting, Michael, wrapped in nothing but a hastily grabbed towel, races out of the washroom, his face an exquisite blend of confusion and concern. "Baby, what happened?"Abigail points to her soggier-than-a-sponge state. "Look at my state, damn it. My water's broken! Take me to the hospital!"Michael, in the middle of trying to don a pair of trousers and an inside-out t-shirt, pauses for a moment, contemplating the situation. "Just a moment, let me wear something."But his fashion crisis is swiftly dismissed as Abigail, with a hint of a smile, quips, "You wore the t-shirt's wrong side.""Leave it. You and the baby are more important." He hastily adjusts his pants and tugs the t-shirt to its rightful orientation. Scooping up Abigail in
***mature content*** Abigail's POV - I am flying in the ninth sky. My every ride and his grip on my hip. I fail to hold for more and cum again. I fail to stay on my knees but his grabs make me get into the missionary position and he is still inside me. He starts thrusting without any warning. I pull him closer. His strong biceps are my pillar now. His joystick is quite large for me to take. Still, it's a pleasure I wanted all the time. There is no manipulation or conspiracy. Only our love and us. He leaves my grip and gets on his knees. Our sweated bodies, heaving chests, and louder exhales are the witness of our pleasure. He brings his dick out and grins at me. "Let's take a 5 minute break. You are so exhausted. I don't want this night to end faster with our tiredness but to keep it alive till dawn or maybe later." He starts kissing me all over my body. I doubt he is leaving an inch to travel his brim against my skin. He again holds my legs and gets on his knees. "It's time for an
Michael's POV -I break the kiss and pull her closer. I make her sit on my thighs and take the ice cream. "Do you know? There is a unique way to have ice cream." I want to start what I wanted for a long time slowly."What is that way, Sir?" She has a shy smile on her lips.I put a little bit of ice cream on her chin and lick it gently. She quivers into my arms. "Mick.""It's my turn. You said that you would let me do everything I wanted after our wedding. So, it's the time. Isn't it?" My husky voice and her ear lobe. Just a perfect combination. I am sucking her ear lobe and she is releasing a slow moan."Did I say no?" I grin at her reply."I want to put you into the swimming pool and get inside you but that might be later. It's not going to be two or three rounds. Maybe the whole night." I am on her neck now. My grip is around her so tight that I will not allow her to move if I don't want to."Anywhere or anything. I am okay with everything." Our love is now at the peak of lust.I lif
Abigail's POV -Our wedding day, and it holds an even more special significance this time—it's our 3rd anniversary. Mick chose this very day for our re-wedding, and we've been eagerly anticipating it for weeks. Today, I have a unique wedding gift for my husband—a manuscript of my new book, 'Fragrance of Love 2'. I know it will light up his face with joy, and that's precisely what I want to see.As I hold the bound manuscript in my hands, I hear his voice calling for me, and a smile tugs at my lips. "What is my wife up to on our wedding day?" he asks, his eyes dancing with excitement. "I can't wait to recite our vows again. I wish we could have a grand celebration, but I respect your wish."He pouts playfully, and I can't resist the urge to pull his cheek gently. "Mr. Husband, I want this day to be special in its simplicity, just for us." I say, putting a quick peck on his lips."But after the wedding, Abby, there's something I've been patiently waiting for, and you've been using this '
Michael's POV -The morning sun barely peeks through the curtains as I awaken, wrapped in the warmth of Abigail's embrace. Last night was nothing short of magic, the kind that leaves you in awe of the universe, feeling blessed and alive. Her peaceful slumber beside me is like a painting, serene and beautiful. I gently brush a stray strand of hair from her face and plant a soft kiss on her forehead."Good morning, my love," I whisper, my voice a gentle murmur in the quiet room. She stirs, her eyes fluttering open, and a smile graced her lips."Good morning, hubby," she replies, her voice a sweet melody that warms my heart. She stretches her body, her bare back exposed, and I can't help but admire the graceful curve of her spine. But as I lean in to kiss her, she covers her chest with her hands, her cheeks flushing a delightful shade of pink.I can't contain my laughter. "Are you serious, wifey? I held you undressed all night, and now you're covering yourself?" I playfully tease as I tuc
Abigail's POV -"Why did your husband try to put my wife behind bars? How could I stay passive?" William's voice clashes with mine, both of us brimming with anger."Now you can understand, can't you? Your wife attempted to murder his wife. Wouldn't he seek justice? I let that go, so you shouldn't attempt to harm my husband," I retort, my eyes blazing with fury."What is happening here?" Ema, that cheating friend of mine, suddenly appears out of nowhere."Your husband tried to harm my husband. I swear, Ema, if you don't keep your husband under control, you might end up a widow, and no one can stop me," I seethe, my words dripping with resentment and disdain."Mind your tongue, Abi," she snaps, but I cut her off, a storm of emotions fueling my rage. "Abigail Pattinson. Address me by Abigail. You've lost the right to call me Abi. Besides, I would love to slap you harder, but if I did, it would be considered animal abuse, and I don't want to stoop to that level," I declare, my gun still po
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