How Long Do Tulips Bloom In The Spring?

She who will not know her destiny until it reveals itself to her. She who will have the eyes of good and bad. She who will bear the chosen. She who will be just as powerful as the Moon Goddess herself, an infused element of the greater powers. She who will have a powerful mate who will need her, and who she will need. She who is the Pallid Wisteria. Her whole life, Angelina Wisteria was seen as ‘one of the nicest people you will ever meet’. Most people found it impossible to be mean to her, so she had a lot of friends. She’s beautiful, and many consider her the full package. When she turns seventeen, her parents are brutally murdered, forcing her to have to move away to live with her grandparents. She suddenly feels very threatened in the new environment. Here, the people seem to act strange around her, mostly growling at her. Growling? Silas Keller is the strongest alpha in the world. He had to become alpha at the age of fifteen when his father was killed by rogues, bringing about his hatred for them. He’s merciless to them, which makes his decision to allow Martha and Jorge Wisteria’s rogue granddaughter to live with them without joining the pack, harder than he thought. He’s away when she arrives, but returns just days later to find her battered, bruised, and unconscious in the middle of the forest. He wouldn’t have cared if she didn’t smell like vanilla and wisteria. His mate.

Natalie Hale spent five years loving a man who never learned to look at her. When Ethan Cole's first love returns and he asks for a divorce, Natalie doesn't beg. She doesn't break. She asks for one month, thirty days for him to fulfill every promise he made and never kept. A candlelit dinner, a drive-in movie, an amusement park in autumn, Small things. The things that were supposed to mean us. He agrees, then he cancels and then he lies. Then she waits alone, again and again, learning in real time what she already knew in her bones, she was never his priority. But something shifts during that month. He begins to see her: her beauty, her grace, the way a room moves when she enters it. Too late, too slow, and far too little. On the thirtieth day, Natalie signs the papers, leaves a cup of coffee on the counter made exactly to his taste, and walks out the door. Three years later, she walks back in not to him, but into the same room. Radiant, accomplished and accompanied by a man who has never once made her wait. And Ethan Cole finally understands the difference between losing someone and letting them go. He let her go. She lost nothing.

Maya Reyes is twenty-six, quietly resilient, and out of options. When she takes a live-in nanny position for a Manhattan billionaire, she expects a difficult employer and a lonely child. She gets both, but she also gets Ethan Cole. Ethan lost his wife eighteen months ago and has been managing the grief the only way he knows how: by controlling everything around him. His apartment is spotless, his rules are laminated, his daughter Lily is the only crack in the armour he has built around his life, and it is through Lily that Maya begins to see the man underneath. What follows is not a dramatic love story, it is a quiet one. He carries her to her room when she falls asleep on the floor, he heats her soup when she hasn't eaten. He holds her hand in a dark car and lets go like it never happened. She cooks for him, confronts him, tells him truths no one else will, and slowly without either of them naming it, they become the most important person in each other's lives. But grief doesn't move in straight lines. When Ethan's fear gets the better of him, he tries to restore the distance, and nearly loses the one thing that has made him want to come back to life. It will take a four-year-old's unfiltered honesty, a letter Maya writes from the floor of her room, and a man finally choosing to stop running, for both of them to find their way to the other side of it. When Winter Blooms is a story about what love looks like before anyone admits it exists, and what it costs to let it.

After eight years of marriage, I finally get pregnant with Claude Frey's child. It's my sixth round of IVF, and my last chance. The doctor says I can't put my body through it again. I'm overjoyed, ready to share the good news with him. But a week before our anniversary, I received an anonymous photo in the mail. In it, he was bending down to kiss another woman's pregnant belly. That woman is his childhood sweetheart, the one his family watched grow up. She's gentle and well-mannered, and the kind of daughter-in-law every parent dreams of. The funniest part is that his entire family knows about her pregnancy, except me. I'm just the punchline in their joke. It turns out that the marriage I've been holding together despite all my wounds is nothing but a carefully crafted lie. Fine. I don't want Claude anymore, and I'll never let my child be born into a world built on lies. I book my ticket to leave on our eighth anniversary. It's also the very day he's supposed to take me to see the sea of roses. Before we got married, he promised me a sea of flowers all my own. But instead, I find him in front of the rose garden, kissing his pregnant childhood sweetheart. After I leave, he starts searching for me everywhere. "Don't go, please?" he begs. "I was wrong. Don't leave." He finally remembers the promise he'd made to me and plants the most beautiful roses in the world in that garden. But I don't need it anymore.

"Daisy is a kind , cheerful and always help others , but I'm a selfish , My first priority is myself and I'm not cheerful either . So , I just wanted to be a part of this world and receive their love for granted. I'm tired of acting . Though , I'm not DAISY , I wanted them to remember me . I wish ,there was a place for me in this world." i said and his eyes widened for moment and he suddenly hugged me tightly . "I'm sorry for leaving you alone ." "It was really hard for you . it's okay to be selfish . it's okay to prior yourself . it's okay to take their love for granted . it's okay to be yourself and live your own life". "Sorry for taking a long time , even if you hide yourself from everyone . I'll always try finding you . Finally , I found you , Emily ". As he said , my eyes widened . I always wanted them to not find me out , but the truth is , I just waited to be found out by someone . Now, I know, he's the black butterfly I waited for . ---------------------------------------------- Emily is a 20 years old college student, who lived a normal life. But suddenly when she transmigrated into a 17 years old girl named Daisy in a complete different world and she become the heroine in a novel . Then, she continues to act like the real heroine to survive , until she was found out by the Daman ; People in this kingdom faces crisis which is done by the villain , Lukhas . The God gives her a clue "The conducts of your close one , shall give away the real misfortune". After listening to the clue , She finds out ,the real enemy is someone powerful than Lukhas and someone closer to the people with her. "Will she able to handle the truth ? " -----------------------------------------

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want. Some called me cursed. Broken. Unstable. But the truth is simpler. I’m blooming again — and they all feel it. They don’t love me. They remember me. They remember what I used to be — what I still am, underneath the silence. One of them burned me with just a kiss. One broke my spine with kindness. One slid her hand under my shirt like it was always hers. One cries when she touches me. One never speaks, but her eyes dig. One wants to keep me. One wants to ruin me. And one just wants to finish what we started. They think I’m choosing. I’m not. My body already did. And now the bloom inside me is turning darker.