Booktok Court Of Thorns And Roses

Robert and Steven are both friends. Everyday, they will barrel of laugh to play their game and guitar. Some of the people would consider them; they are both brothers. In the Remark town, there is a new visitor from the other town known as her contemporary name Leah: kind, prepossessing woman, ambitious, and sophisticated as well. Currently, she is staying to her cousin known as her name Menchie. This woman is bashful except to her cousin. In the evening, Steven did not go to Robert’s house due to his new plan; to court Menchie, Leah’s cousin so that he can stay closely with Leah. However, Menchie did not give the nod to her heart because she prefers Steven rather than him. Steven keeps a weather eye on the changing behavior of Robert. One night, Steven sees his cousin who is staying closely with Leah. To that, he thinks to his cousin has bitten on the side on him. Since Robert knows already his knock on the wood to court Leah.

One night is all it takes to burn her world to ash. Dragged from the ruins of her family’s estate, Serenya Vale is thrust into the heart of a palace that thrives on whispers, beauty, and blood. At its center sits Prince Kael Dravaryn — dangerous, breathtaking, and the very man everyone swears is her captor… and her only protector. Surrounded by wolves in silk, Serenya is given a choice: obey the Prince and survive the court’s games, or defy him and be devoured by those with sharper teeth. But survival becomes far more complicated when a mysterious knight begins crossing her path — his gaze lingering too long, his presence unsettling the careful balance Kael keeps around her. In a court where a smile can be a blade and a kiss can start a war, every step Serenya takes binds her tighter to two men… and to a fate she never asked for.

“You think you hate me now?” I said, brushing the blood from her mouth with my thumb. “Wait until you start craving me in the dark.” Kyra Ferguson. Daughter of the Alpha who stole everything from me. The female whose blood sings to mine. My prisoner. My mate. My Enemy. She was supposed to suffer then die. I brought her here to ruin her, strip her of pride, dignity, and control. And yet, every time she bares her teeth, I want to taste her defiance. Every time she resists, my body aches to conquer her. She’s fire wrapped in thorns, untamed even in chains. And I hate her for how badly I want her.

The night I discovered my husband’s whore was carrying his heir, I smiled for the cameras—and plotted his ruin. Scarlett was born a queen—heir to a powerful legacy, Luna of the Dark Moon Pack by blood and by sacrifice. She gave everything to Alexander: her love, her loyalty, her life. In return, he paraded his mistress before their pack... and dared to call it duty. But Scarlett won't be another broken woman weeping in the shadows. She’ll wear her crown of thorns with pride, tear down every lie built around her, and when she strikes, it will be glorious. The Alpha forgot that the woman he betrayed is far more dangerous than the girl who once loved him.

Joy Jones was a seventeen-year-old kind and optimistic girl working in her grandpa's flower shop, but she had a secret. She was suffering from acute lymphoblastic leukaemia and wanted nothing, but to die peacefully. That was until Logan Kellerman, a young man with suicidal tendencies came storming into her life and stole roses from her grandpa's flower shop. Instead of running away with what he came for, he found himself falling deeper and deeper into her as she made his heart skip in delight, for she was, in her own words, a little bit of Joy.

I pick up a bouquet of red roses and read a note attached to it. In neat curly handwriting.... “Congrats my love, I’m proud of you my Queen. And always here to protect you.” No name mention, no need. I know who send this and why... Devil--- It's a story of 'Alice Michaelson, hybrid (werewolf and lycan) blessed with a special gift by moon goddess, powers called Spirit! Soon to be the queen of werewolves and lycans realm.' Wanna join in her fight to escape, the darkness of her past. With her continuous growing hate with her own fate....... And her Fated Mate!

She was born into the Mafia life but she hated it. She wanted to live a normal life where violence and blood sheds were not needed. But life other plans for her. Rosaline's life took a massive turn when her father announced that she was getting married to the King of the Russian Mafia. Things weren't roses and daisies for her. instead, they were bushes of torns. Alexei didn't even understand the reason he was having a wife but he knew he couldn't go against the wishes of his grandfather. let's see how well they would handle each other.

When the lights came on at the end of the graduation party, the spotlight suddenly shifted and froze on a young couple kissing passionately at the back of the auditorium. The young man held up a bouquet of roses and shouted to the crowd, “Sophie, be my girlfriend!” The moment the girl covered her face and nodded, the cheers in the hall nearly lifted the roof. Amid the thunderous applause, my hand trembled around my phone. The screen still showed the message he had sent half an hour earlier. Rowan: [Wait for me. I’ll come to you right away.] After the party, I took off the couple’s bracelet from my wrist and threw it into the gutter, along with four years of love.

Hera is a hired assassin sent to kill the king, but what she doesn’t know is this job will change her entire world. When she arrives at the annual ball and meets King Ambrose, she discovers not only that shifters exist but that the entire court is part of the pack. Ambrose reveals she’s his mate and asks her to stay to find who is behind the plot against him. With no other choice, Hera is thrown into dangerous court politics, flirtatious seductions with both the king and prince and a mystery that continues to evade her.  *** Ambrose takes the second knife and, somehow, without touching my chest, slides it beneath my corset from the top. His lips are inches from mine, his breath warm against my own. I’m still frozen, unable to think or react. I swear I see the light catch his eyes, making them glow. But in the next moment, it’s gone.    *** The Shifter King is written by Amara Nelson, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Roses are red. His love I dread. He owns me. And my body too. Daddy's little princess, mummy's favorite but the mafia lord's little toy. He bought me, claimed me, made me his; body and soul. He tainted me. I'm now his obsession too. I belong to him. And he never let me forget. I'm his prisoner, his medicine and pain. The thirst to escape runs through me like a wild fire. But the toxicity of his voice tattooed in my mind and his touch imprinted on my soul kept me grounded. I'm addicted. But with him, it was something dark and crazy.