Novel & Cerita Floral Names

My life was about to be complicated. Meeting a stupidly hot guy after a missed flight, and a kiss that left me dizzy. We agreed: no names, no numbers. Just a hot make out session and goodbye. But when I start my dream job the next week, guess who’s sitting behind the Managers desk? Yep. The airport stranger. Now he’s Mr. Thatcher… aka my boss. Worse? He’s older and engaged. I know I’m not supposed to be thinking about that kiss especially when I’m supposed to be working, but my brain still hasn’t gotten the memo. Office meetings just got a lot more complicated…..

After returning from a three-month business trip, I rushed to meet my fiancé and resolve our dispute over my best friend, Elena. Elena’s ex-husband left her penniless and broken. I offered her my apartment, helped her "find herself" and accompanied her through nights of tequila-soaked sobbing. My fiance, Julian, hated it. Or so he said. "She’s a leech, Clara," he’d snap, watching her try on my designer coats. "She doesn't even know how to make toast without calling for help. Are you her best friend or her maid? People like her don't want to heal; they just want a free ride." She's lost everything, Julian," I argued."Without her, I wouldn't have survived my mother’s death. Please, just be patient for me." I let myself in quietly. The house was still, the air smelling of expensive candles and something else—something sweet and floral that wasn't mine. I walked toward the master suite, expecting to find Julian asleep. Instead, the door was ajar. The wine bottle I had brought to surprise Julian slipped from my hand, leaving me paralyzed for a moment. Elena was draped across my silk sheets. Julian was hovering over her, expertly shucking oysters—my favorite—and feeding them to her with a look of doting, soft-eyed tenderness he hadn't shown me in months. "You're so much better at this than she is," Julian purred. "Because she’s cold, Julian," Elena whispered, brushing a stray hair from his forehead. "She’s all business. She doesn't know how to satisfy men in bed." I stood in the doorway, my whole self trembling, not in cold but in pure rage and disgust. "I hope the oysters are fresh," I said, my voice cutting through the room like a blade.

Anathea Jacobson has had a crush on Gregory Sinclair for ten years. She thinks marrying him is a dream come true. Even if he's just a block of ice now, she'll surely be able to melt him over time. However, all she ever gets is his ice-cold treatment. He's gentle and tender to his true love, but he scorns and neglects her. He also mistreats and humiliates her… Anathea endures it all because they have a son. For his sake, she's willing to cling to her title of Mrs. Sinclair and cage herself in this loveless marriage for the rest of her life. This changes when she's abducted. Gregory spends the night with his true love, and even her beloved son abandons her—he wants to have Gregory's true love as his mother! That's when Anathea sees sense. Her husband will never love her, and her son will never appreciate her. If that's the case, she doesn't want them anymore. She wants to live for herself! … After the divorce, Anathea picks up floral art again. She sets up a company, makes big money, and wins various awards. She wants to give herself all the love she deserves so that she'll go back to being the lively, vivacious woman she once was. Gregory panics when he sees the men surrounding her and vying for her affections. He falls to his knees before her, his eyes rimmed with red as he pleads, "I love you, Nat. Please don't leave me." Anathea sneers. "Your love is too little, too late, Mr. Sinclair." Her son clings to her legs and wails. "Don't abandon me, Mom!" She pushes him away impassively. "Don't call me that. I'm not your mother."

The night my sister Eva stone(also a famous actress) asked me to go to a concert with her I wish something or someone would have told me that my life would never be the same why you ask cause that's the day I met Hayden Thorne. Hayden Thorne is one of the biggest names in the music industry he's 27year old and still at the peak of his career.Eva had always had a crush on him for as long as I could remember.She knew every song and album by name that he had released since he was 14 year old. She's his fan I wasn't.She's perfect for him in every way then why am I the one with Hayden not her.

At the Brooke family’s grand 25th anniversary, Nina Brooke’s life changed in one reckless night. She gave herself to a stranger only to discover he was her stepsister fiancé. To protect their names, Ethan Voss and Nina buried the truth. But secrets don’t stay buried. Weeks later, a pregnancy test exposed the lie Nina thought she could hide. Clara made sure the entire family knew–humiliating Nina for carrying a child out of wedlock. But what no one expected? The child in Nina’s womb wasn’t just anyone’s. He belonged to Ethan Voss—the man promised to her sister. Now the question isn’t how far Nina will fall… It’s what happens when the truth explodes.

Who knew a single lie could ruin a life this much? Natalie Rossi, a scholarship student from a poor background pretends to be rich to survive among Italy's elites. But when she names Leonardo Moretti as her boyfriend during a party game, the lie escalates into something more dangerous. Because Leonardo is real, and isn't a man whose name can be used easily without consequences. Overnight, Natalie becomes a target meant to be cleared off. Hunted, shamed and stripped of everything she has worked for, Natalie watches her world crumble until an unseen hand begins to shield her from chaos. Will Natalie pay the full price of her lies, or accept the hand reaching for her… and everything that comes with it?

de·flected: When an object changes direction after hitting something, or the cause to deviate from an intended purpose. See examples Tiffany and Rowen Flanigan: After surviving the biggest sex scandal to rock major league soccer, the Flanigan’s are finally living the dream. They’re newlyweds, have great friends, and are both making names for themselves in their respective careers. They have goals for their future and big plans on how to make it all happen. But when a new and unexpected development suddenly arises, Tiffany and Rowen realize all those carefully made plans are about to become irrelevant. Things will never be the same when their lives are deflected. Contains explicit content and is recommended for ages 18+. Deflected is created by M.E. Carter, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

I didn't just break the rules; I unraveled them. One rain-slicked night in Edinburgh, I fell into the arms of a stranger who tasted like rain and dangerous secrets. No names, no strings—just a kiss that should have stayed in the shadows. Then Monday morning happened. ​The man from the alley? He isn’t a mystery anymore. He’s Professor Alistair Reid, and he's the only thing standing between me and my engineering degree. He says we have to be strangers. He says there are boundaries. But every time our hands brush over a silk sample in the lab, I know he’s lying. ​In the world of high-stakes textiles, the strongest threads are the ones that are hidden. But when obsession starts to fray the edges of our lives, who’s going to be the one to let go first?

Leona pierce was deeply obsessed with the colour black. Just like her soul, she lived in darkness. She was a heartless and detached artisan. The woman who was fighting the demons of her mind stumbled upon Tayson Huxley. Tayson Huxley is the hottest model and director of an art company. He is the man epitome of desire, arrogance and pure sex. When these two collide, the fuse is hatred, stubbornness, little ego games and undeniable chemistry that leads to something that none of them wants in their life. . . All rights are reserved to Copyright 2021 Amaya No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or any means without th written permission of the author. This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, places, incidents, and locale are the produce of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or actual person, living or dead is purely a coincidence.

On our third wedding anniversary, I received a cake from my husband. It had the names Clarisse Burke and Antonio Carey written on it, along with Happy Third Anniversary. But I felt like I'd been plunged into ice. That wasn't my name. Clarisse was his secretary. Sure enough, I saw my cake in Clarisse Burke's latest post, labeled Iva Grant and Antonio Carey. [Three years, and someone's already treating me like his wife.] Below, there was a comment. [Delete that post! The cakes got mixed up. Don't let Iva find out.] That was when I realized he had planned every romantic surprise in pairs. Holding my phone, I laughed at his pathetic attempt to cover it up. But I was done. I started planning my exit.