Fire Emblem Conquest Flora

Summer Phillips has it all. Loving parents, good grades, and popularity. Except for one thing. A loving and caring boyfriend. After dating a string of bad boys and jerks, she finally decided that enough is enough! She almost gave up on meeting a genuinely nice guy until one day, she laid her eyes on Anthony Turner, a sweet, charismatic, and smart guy in her Math class. In an attempt to make the first move, she proceeded to pass him a note. What could go wrong, right?Except...the note fell into the hands of the person she hated the most, Anthony Dean. Will she be able to clear up the misunderstanding or will Anthony target her as his latest conquest?

In my fifth year of marriage to the Don of a powerful mafia family, I find out that the protection charm he gave me causes me headaches whenever I bring it with me. As a surgeon, this raised my alarm. I retrieved the small sachets I had found inside the amulet and brought them to the toxicology lab at Kosley Hospital.. The doctor inspects the sachet and tells me that it contains a type of slow-acting poison that doesn't just cause harm to the victim's body but also renders them infertile after a while. I cry and exclaim, "But that's impossible! My husband gave this to me! His name is Vincenzo Cursley. He's also the person who owns this hospital!" The doctor looks at me in confusion. "Miss, please stop the nonsense. I know Mr. Cursley and his wife. They're very close and intimate with each other. Also, Mrs. Cursley just gave birth to a baby boy not too long ago. They're both now in the VIP ward, looking at their baby." Then, the doctor shows me a photo on his phone. Vincenzo was wearing his usual black suit with the Cursley family emblem embroidered on it. He was holding a baby in his arms, and as for the woman standing next to him… I know her. Her name is Claudia Henderson. And Vincenzo has always referred to her as his adoptive sister.

At my engagement party, Flora—my adopted sister—grinned and said, "Warren's never been married, right? I should marry him first so he gets the hang of it. Sounds good?" Everyone was just waiting for me to fall apart. I didn't care about them. I cared about him. Warren laughed. "Let her have fun, Mia. Don't kill the vibe." I smiled. "Sure. But if it's about fun... one wedding won't cut it. "If you're gonna get married, make it forever."

Kehidupan manusia bagaikan sebuah roda yang berputar. Terus berputar, sampai titik darah penghabisan. Tidak akan pernah ada yang berada di atas selamanya. Tidak akan pernah ada yang selalu tertawa bahagia, dan tidak akan pernah ada cinta yang berjalan mulus sampai habisnya nafas kehidupan manusia. Pun, tidak akan pernah ada manusia yang selamanya berada di bawah. Tidak akan pernah ada manusia yang menjadi buruk selamanya, menjadi kotor selamanya, dan ditindas sampai terkubur di bawah tanah. Flora, atau panggil saja Flo, adalah satu dari milyaran manusia di muka bumi Tuhan yang harus dipaksa merasakan manis sampai getirnya kehidupan. Takdir seolah sedang mempermainkannya. Atau, memang inilah kodrat kehidupan manusia yang harus siap menjadi wayang yang dipermainkan oleh Sang Dalang kehidupan? Menjadi korban broken home, hingga dicap sebagai Ayam Kampus, adalah takdir seorang Flora Putri Darmawan. Hingga, takdir mempertemukannya dengan seorang mahasiswa yang tampan dan cerdas, Rasya Gunawan, dan seorang dosen yang hatinya sedingin es, pemarah dan kakunya melebihi robot. Namanya, Beni Hamdani. Tidak ada kisah kehidupan dan hubungan yang harus diawali dengan perjumpaan yang manis. Dan, tidak ada kisah kehidupan serta hubungan yang harus berakhir dengan tragis. Flo, Rasya, dan Beni adalah anak-anak manusia yang sedang menjalani takdir, dan hanya Tuhanlah yang Maha Tahu, seperti apa takdir mereka di akhir. Akankah ada akhir yang bahagia, atau masing-masing akan sedih merana?

"Have you done this before?” he asked. I shook my head quickly. “Use your words,” he ordered, his tone firmer this time, sending a shiver down my spine. “No, Daddy,” I answered softly, feeling my body already yearning for his touch. He studied me for a moment, his gaze both intense and thoughtful. Then, a small smile tugged at his lips. “Yet, you did so well. I’m proud of you.” His praise washed over me like warm honey, and I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my lips. It felt like a little victory I didn’t know I was striving for. “Have you orgasmed before, sweet girl?” he asked in a husky voice. “No, Daddy.” He exhaled deeply, his expression darkening with something I couldn’t quite read. “So, you haven’t come before? Shame on them little boys.” His voice was rougher now, and I saw a flicker of anger in his eyes, like it genuinely bothered him. “I can’t stand knowing that. Do you want to come for Daddy?” When Flora got fed up with the constant mistreatment from Jayden and his ruthless family, she finally asked for a divorce. But Jayden suddenly realized he never wanted to lose her. But was Flora ready to be won back after tasting a life of freedom? Will she return to the man who once broke her, or take a chance on a love that defies all odds? WARNING: This story contains highly descriptive sexual content and explores themes of age gap, domination, submission, BDSM, and praise. All characters in this book are of age, and every sexual activity is consensual. Subsequent chapters may not include additional trigger warnings, so please consider this your warning.

Lilith POV A pair of cold, bloodshot eyes stare back at me; if eyes could , I'm sure I would be dead by now. No wonder this place looks so familiar; it is because it's the mansion belonging to my owner, the man I was sold to, "Don Air." My orb fell on Flora, who was kneeling on the floor. Her hair was messy, and I could see bruises from her shoulder down to her arms, making me wonder what happened to her. "I gave you a to do, and you messed it up, huh?" The cold voice of Don Air was forwarded to Flora. He stomped his feet on her body continuously, and her screams and cries filled the atmosphere, bringing nothing but horror. "Master, please! Oh, please!" She cried in pain as she continued to get hit; her body was somersaulting on the floor. I look around the large sitting room, wondering why nobody is helping by stopping this cruel master or even pleading on her behalf, but I see few with pitiful expressions. My gaze met the man known as Thierry, the man's son. For awhile, I forgot he even existed. I got a sharp glare from him, and I looked away. "Please?  "If you are sorry, then you will not think of ruining my business, you good for nothing harlot," he yelled at Flora before leaving the girl. "You!"  His voice thurd in my ear, and I cringe in fear as goosebump from fear clouded my body. He was walking towards me with such a dominating and dangerous demeanor. "Argh!"  I was pulled by my hair and flung to the wall barely. I felt a liquid running down my head down to my nose—it's blood!

Crystal Krause is a half-fairy and also a Black wizard who can only create enchanted crafts using their magic for defense and is not as strong as an Elemental wizard. At the age of 5, Crystal and her parents knew that she has a hidden power that resides within her and is forcibly trying to come out, and that is her ice power. Her parents decided to make it a secret and told her not to use it anymore. After her 18th birthday, Crystal went to the land of Erda with her best friend Lena to study at South Rhine, the most prestigious school at Erda to enhance their abilities and be able to control their magic. Little did they know that studying at South Rhine will serve as their training to be able to fight their enemies and finally reconquer the land of Photia and Centrevia. In the process, Crystal knew something about herself which connects her to the chaotic history of Enchantria. Will they be able to complete their conquest and bring back the old Enchantria? Or her past will be a hindrance to do so?

Diana Flora was a struggling young single mother. Stress here, loans there, problems everywhere. Barely surviving, but she’d sacrifice everything for her daughter, Adriana. Just when she thought life couldn’t get more complicated, an unwanted guest from her past crashed Adriana’s sixteenth birthday party. He strode in with confidence, charm, and a trigger that dragged Diana straight down memory lane. Suddenly, all the sweetest, most sinful, and all forbidden memories came rushing back along with the last man on earth she ever wanted to see: Ricochet Rosewood… her ex-husband. He’s back, asking for a second chance. But will Diana give him her hand—or will she ricochet his love?

My name is Isabella Wright. In my fifth year of marriage to the Don of a powerful mafia family, I find out that the protection charm he gave me causes me headaches whenever I bring it with me. I take out the sachet I find in the charm and bring it to Cursley Hospital. The doctor inspects the sachet and tells me that it contains a type of slow-acting poison that doesn't just cause harm to the victim's body but also renders them infertile after a while. I cry and exclaim, "But that's impossible! My husband gave this to me! His name is Vincenzo Cursley. He's also the person who owns this hospital!" The doctor looks at me in confusion. "Miss, I think you need to visit the psychiatrist. I know Mr. Cursley and his wife. They're very close and intimate with each other. Also, Mrs. Cursley just gave birth to a baby boy not too long ago. They're both now in the VIP ward, looking at their baby." Then, the doctor shows me a photo on his phone. Vincenzo was wearing his usual black suit with the Cursley family emblem embroidered on it. He was holding a baby in his arms, and as for the woman standing next to him… I know her. Her name is Claudia Henderson. And Vincenzo has always referred to her as his adoptive sister.

In the second year of our marriage, which Brett Mason had secured through relentless means, he brought home his latest conquest—a stunning blonde. As the door swung shut, he ran his fingers through her silky hair, flashing me a smug, triumphant grin. "Wanna join us? You might learn a thing or two about not being such a dead fish." I could still recall how he once adored my hair, claiming that just stroking it would melt away his deepest worries. It turned out any woman could serve that purpose. In that instant, a profound sense of release washed over me. I retrieved the divorce agreement I'd stashed away in a drawer and handed it to him. "Sign it, and I'll make room for her." My days were numbered, and I had no intention of wasting what little time remained entangled in his resentment.