Flame Flower

Delicate Freakn' Flower – Naomi doesn’t want to follow tradition and settle down with a shapeshifter. When fate makes her meet not one, but two mates, Naomi digs her heels in and refuses to give in without a fight. Jealous and Freakn' – For a long time now, Mitchell’s been avoiding Francine, his bratty sister’s friend. However, the girl who tortured him in his youth is all grown up, and when he sees her in the arms of another, a need to claim her overrides all his common sense. Already Freakn' Mated – Meeting the woman of his dreams would have worked a lot better if she didn’t already belong to another man. He’ll do anything to win his mate, including throwing his attractive cousin at the pesky husband.Freakn Out - Derrick is angry, and bitter, but with good reason. As if that wasn’t bad enough, fate just has to kick a wolf when he is down and send him the curvy and luscious Janine. Freakn’ Shifters is created by Eve Langlais, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Arianna and Aria are identical twin sisters. But the life of each other was different from each other as their parents loved Aria and cast Ariana as an invalid. Ariana's life was worse with her own parents and twin sister. Her parents and twin sister drugged her to sleep with some random boy. But unfortunately, Ariana ended up sleeping with the Country god, Nicholas Nelson. A multi-billionaire and the most handsome man in the whole country. Ariana got pregnant without knowing who was responsible for it. Her sister Aria lied and stole her twins and married Nicholas in her place. But who knew Nicholas will fall in love with Aria only to be deceived by her and run away leaving their twins alone with Nicholas? For the sake of the Nelson family, Arianna had to replace her sister as Nicholas's wife. But who would have thought that something strong will bound the couple together? And when their sweet flower of love started to blossom, Arai returned to take her rightful place back, including Nicholas and her kids. What do you think will happen to Arianna? Which among the twin sister Will Nicholas choose?

Madeleine Júlia Cordeiro lives in a quiet, plant-filled apartment in the rougher part of Chicago. She’s twenty-one, broke, vegan, and studying animal science at the local community college. She cries over rescue dogs, talks to her plants like they’re her best friends, and thinks violence is something that only happens in action movies. Her life is calm, predictable, and painfully ordinary. Until he bleeds all over her floor. Adriano Capone is violence in human form—shot, hunted, and very much the kind of man her sweet little heart should run from. He’s everything she hates: violent, dangerous, cruel in the way only a mafia prince can be. He’s everything she’s sworn to avoid but he's hurt and Maddie has a soft spot for lost things. So, she stitches him up. And he stitches himself into her life. He's the devil incarnate. She's never even slapped someone. But fate doesn't care about perfect matches... It threw fire into the hands of a flower girl.

Adelaide should have died on Selection Night. Instead, the Devil carried her across the veil—bleeding, furious, and burning with magic she shouldn’t possess. They're bonded, like it or not. Her power destabilises his realm. Their desire threatens to consume them both. As Hell twists and reshapes itself around her presence, one truth becomes impossible to ignore: Adelaide isn’t just his chosen. She’s the spark that could remake the underworld… or rule it. If she survives him long enough to claim the crown. ****Excerpt**** Adelaide hung suspended in the Devil’s ropes—breathless, trembling, every inch of her alive with flame. He circled her like a predator savouring the final moment before the kill. But he wasn’t hunting her. He was devouring the sight. “Look at you,” Apollo murmured, touching a glowing fingertip to the curve of her hip. Her body jolted, heat spiralling through her so sharply her vision blurred. “My Little Flame… you burn so beautifully.” The ropes tightened at his silent command, lifting her chest, arching her spine. Her breath broke. Magic crackled between them, alive and ravenous. He dragged a slow trail of fire up her ribs. She shuddered. “Tell me you feel it,” he whispered against her ear. She hated how fast the answer came. “Yes.” His grip closed around her throat—not harsh, but claiming—and her pulse leapt into his palm as if reaching for him. “You deny me with your mouth,” he said, “but your body kneels.” Heat built—pressure, light, something too big for her ribs. “Apollo—please—” “Yes,” he whispered, voice breaking. “Give in.” She did. Her flame erupted in a blinding burst, racing along the ropes, lighting the chamber in gold. Apollo inhaled sharply, awe and hunger twisting his features. “Good girl,” he breathed, ruined by the sight. “Burn for me.”

Do I need to cut off someone’s limbs, little flame?” he growled into my ear. I tilted my head instinctively “He’s nothing you need to worry about,” I whispered. “I’m not worried, baby. I’m annoyed.” His growled. But I barely processed his words. “You called me baby,” I said, stunned. “And?” “I didn’t think wolves used such... terms of endearment.” He chuckled darkly. “We use whatever we want, ‘baby.’ Those words aren’t reserved for other species.” He kissed the side of my neck, slow and possessive. My lips parted in shock and hunger. Hunger for him. For more of his words that seemed to touch not just my heart, but the deepest, most vulnerable parts of me. “You’re in an awfully good mood,” I whispered, biting my lip to stop a moan. “I deserve it. I’ve been in a terrible mood since I left you in that hallway three nights ago. I can’t wait to be done with this damn party so I can kiss you properly.” His voice was thick with want. I felt weightless and boneless. Every nerve in my body tuned to him. He was too much. “Are you finally free?” I asked, my voice shaky from how turned on I was. “I’m not, little flame,” he said, biting my ear and licking the same spot after. “But for tonight? You have me all to yourself.” “Sounds exciting,” I breathed. “It is. Are you wet yet?” he whispered, voice like molten sin. “I am. Very.” “Good,” he murmured. “Stay like that all night. It will get worse but you’ll think of me while we mingle. And then, when this party is over, when you can’t take the ache anymore, I’ll let you come.”

Uprooted from her childhood home and thrown into a new life, introvert Irene has to navigate the ups and downs of a new neighbourhood, new school, and potential friends and enemies. Her world changes when her eyes fall on a pair of tantalising green ones and her heart falls for the very first time. Until one terrible night shatters all those hopes and innocence of first love, and Irene learns the hard way that she shouldn't have let her life revolve around a boy. But what happens when years later, when she has moved on and recovered from her scars, her past comes knocking once more? What happens when an old flame reignites her brokenheart?

"Be my wife for 365 days, and your father's debt will vanish, a burden lifted from your family. Be Mrs. Urquio for one year, and your brother will be free." The words hung heavy in the air, a proposition both cruel and strangely alluring. Manuela Iriz Ibañez, her heart already given to another, found herself drawn into the dangerous orbit of Uno Juaquin Urquio, a powerful and enigmatic mafia boss. Could a marriage forged in necessity blossom into something unexpected, a tender flame ignited in the heart of darkness? Their year-long contract, a fragile truce between duty and desire, would be tested by relentless trials. Yet, amidst the shadows and uncertainty, a fragile hope flickered – the possibility of a love story defying all odds, a love born not of choice but of a desperate, breathtaking gamble.

Seven Years ago, Inara wells was betrayed by Declan Williams and accidentally injured the Future Luna, and was then expelled from the pack. She was never allowed to set foot in the pack, and lost her shelter and love, and to live alone in the human world, after giving birth to a child. Seven years Later, Inara has grown to become a very outstanding Investigative Journalist in the Human world. She recently finished a news report that went Viral online, catching the attention of Declan, who had repeatedly sent hr letters. However, Inara ignored them, thinking that Declan wanted to seek revenge on her. However, she is wrong as Declan only wants to reignite the old flame with his former lover. What happens when Fate brings them towards each other again?

She was born into the mafia. He swore he’d never love anyone from it. Gild Leoni knows how to survive in a man’s world—smart, fearless, and trained by her mafia father to fight, think, and win. But when she sets eyes on Alexandro Campania, the cold, dangerously handsome heir to the most feared mafia in Italy, her heart makes a choice her head can’t stop. The problem? Alexandro has vowed to marry only a woman who knows nothing about the mafia life. So Gild does the unthinkable. She becomes someone else—sweet, innocent, ordinary. A flower girl with a fake name and a perfect smile. Now, she’s playing the most dangerous game of her life—falling for a man who can never know who she really is. But Alexandro is already watching her. Intrigued. Drawn in. Addicted. And if he finds out the truth… He won’t just walk away. He might destroy them both.

My fiance, Henry Gordon, was two hours late to our vows on our wedding day. Just as he was catching his breath and about to say ‘I do’, he received a call from his secretary, Yvonne Luther. After hanging up, he looked at me apologetically. “Honey, my useless team can’t handle the personnel appointment of the financial team on their own. They’re insisting that I head back! I’ll make it up to you with another wedding later on.” I told him that I understood though I felt disappointed, because he was at a critical stage in his career. However, the moment he left without hesitation, I tossed the ring on my finger into the venue’s flower bed and announced to everyone that the wedding was cancelled. I had to see for myself who would ask Henry, a mere minority shareholder, to make such a significant decision without consulting me, the chairperson. He did not know that just a few hours earlier, I had taken back the ‘gift’ I gave him and reclaimed my position as the company’s chairperson.