A Flowery Path For The Devastated Male Lead Novels & Stories

“But I always survive.” He pulls out the burner phone, its keypad worn, the number already dialed. A voice was supposed to answer. A safe voice. A clean way out. Instead, a click. Then—his own voice plays through the speaker. “You were perfect for the role. Beautiful, loyal—but easy to control. Once Victoria and Flora took the fall, I could start over. No one questions a grieving widower.” Damien goes still. “What the hell is this?” Another voice joins. Flora’s.

He could see that his world was shattering day by day yet he was helpless. Being incapable to do anything he cursed his fate and droned in alcohol. while driving back to his home from the bar he met with an accident that almost took his life. After a day of operation, only he opened his eyes, and as soon as he came to his senses the only person he wanted to meet was Koushalya. not because he wanted to see her out of concern, but he had little hope that if she saw him in this state she would come back to him. He wanted to get her back out of her sympathy.

“Please, sweetie. Calm down. You’ll hurt yourself.” Through tears, she choked out, “Dixal, send them away. I don’t want to see their faces.” “Okay. I will,” he murmured, and ushered Diaz and Anton out, along with the kneeling man. When the door finally closed, Flora Amor collapsed in his embrace, consumed by grief and disbelief, clinging to the desperate hope that somehow...somehow, the truth was different.

There was acres and acres of land spread out in front and back of the mansion and it made Rain wonder if she even had a chance to escape. She didn’t really give him a reply. They passed by a few menacing looking men who gave her weird stares or just straight out showed their lust. Does Alexander deprive them of women or what? It was a long walk but they finally made it to their destination. It was the most beautiful garden she had ever seen, one would think it was a maze but she could see where those plants led to. Bright red roses and perfectly trimmed grass paved a pathway to a small cabin. She had never seen roses grow I’m such a condition before but then again she didn’t know much about

She asked. "Of course, what would I gain from lying to you?" The man shrugged. Flow closed her eyes and reopened it with hatred and a new determination, she wants Sherry to be buried after her parents. Sherry must die! "What do you want me to do?" She asked the man. The man smirked under the veil when he saw the hatred in Flow 's eyes were flowing. The fish has taken the bait. "Of course, I will get you out of here on medical leave and help you win Bryan's heart" The man said.

The male lead I picked out, James Linden, doesn't love me anymore. He's broken away from the and has fallen in love with the secondary female lead, Yvette West. On the day of our wedding, he insists on making things official with her. "You've gone mad, James! We arranged your marriage to Mia with the Churchill family ages ago!" James' father, Jack Linden, yells angrily at him. He attempts to stop James, but the latter has already gotten carried away and is poised to escape alongside Yvette. I sigh as I listen to the system clamoring in my ears, informing me that the romance between the male and female leads has been ruined. "Then, let's just choose another male lead," I say tiredly, l

I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think. ​Did he bring me out here just to kill me? Was this where my story ended? My lips trembled uncontrollably. “W-Why are we here?” Aziel took a slow step closer, his shadow engulfing mine like a grim reaper. The wind snapped my hair across my face, as he tilted his head, voice low. “Do you see the flower there, ma bella?” Confused and desperate for any anchor, my eyes followed the direction of his gaze. Just beyond a jagged rock outcrop near the absolute edge of the steep path, swaying gently in the biting breeze, grew a single flower.

Erebus started to doubt his judgement -- Even if she walked with normal speed, he should have found Kitty by now. What if Kitty didn't follow the flowers? What if she tripped and fell and was hurt on the way here? What if she was too weak that the forest had already had her? What if -- Suddenly the flower path thinned out into several narrowed flows, gathering together with other thin flows of blue flowers from other directions. The several new paths squashed themselves into a small circle made by several pure dark, tall, ancient trees as if they were bowing their heads together for a sacred ritual--

It took a while to find him in the garden, and I felt like I was lost at how huge the garden was. I spotted a bunch of the same flowers that were used in the house as decoration, and I followed them. I saw more as I do. They created a path. At the end of the coral rose. I see the former alpha on his knees, and before him was his fated mate's grave. I noticed the coral rose spread around her grave in the form of a huge heart. He was weeping. It felt wrong watching him as I was about to walk away; my feet froze at his comment.

The magic ink from the Architect’s blade was working, fogging her mind. Who is this man? a small voice wondered inside her. Why is he fighting for me? “Julian!” she called again, battling the mist in her head. “The flower! Use the flower!” Julian heard her. He dodged a swing from the Architect and dug into his pocket. He pulled out the dried lemon flower—the one that had become a golden needle. But as he raised it toward the Architect, the room shifted. The walls started melting. The shining hospital became a dark, rainy alley in a city Maya had never seen. The surgical table was now a wooden crate. The leather straps became thick iron chains.