Floral Patterns

When Alina strikes a desperate deal with her father, she enters the forbidden forest—only to be bitten by a venomous creature that should’ve killed her. Instead, she wakes up with fractured memories, a strange mark etched into her skin, and a bond she doesn’t understand… one that ties her to Valerian, the cold, commanding vampire who saved her life—or cursed it. As she recovers among his kind, Alina is forced to navigate the uneasy truce between Lycans and Vampires while uncovering the secrets buried by witches long ago. But the mate bond between her and Valerian grows stronger—and harder to deny. Ancient wars don’t stay buried, and neither do dangerous truths. Torn between loyalty to her pack and the dark pull of the vampire she never chose, Alina must decide what she’s willing to risk… before the blood that binds them becomes her ruin.

Latia Samson, 22,she is a kind hearted and a down to earth women. She is kind of of way too naive for others liking. She is a florist and runs a floral shop. She has a scar that keeps on haunting her dreams every night but that doesn't stop her from living her life. Her life was going smoothly and normally until a marriage proposal came in her way... Alexander Colton, he is a powerful businessman,he is rude, possessive and a workaholic man,who doesn't think twice to crash anybody. His life revolves around his work, home and sleeping with women until his parents brought a marriage proposal for him. Will this two with different personalities work things out together and have a happily ever after or will they fall apart??

Ash Ramero is a girl growing up on the streets of urban America. Coming from an abusive and neglectful family that lives on the brink of poverty gave her very few options for potential. Throughout her life she has dealt with homelessness, abuse, rape, addiction, pregnancy, and many of the other issues that make life unbearable for poor urban females. Will she break the cycle or is she doomed to repeat the patterns that destroy girls like her?

At Ryder Quinn’s kindergarten parent-child sports day, I expected my husband, Michael Quinn, to be away on a business trip. Instead, I found Michael on stage, dressed in a ballet tutu, dancing as one of the "little swans" in the fathers’ performance. I had barely taken a step forward when a little girl in a floral dress darted into his arms, calling out to him in the sweetest voice, "Daddy!" There they stood: Michael, his assistant, Janine Carter, and her daughter—all in matching family outfits. The moment our eyes met, Michael quickly pulled away from her, fumbling for an excuse. "Janine’s a single mom. It isn’t easy for her. I was just helping out." I smiled, cold and steady, and handed him the divorce papers. "Then, do me a favor too, Michael. Stop wasting my youth."

Doctor Morgan was accused of murdering an eight year old girl and subjected for death penalty when found guilty. Angelic Morgan believed her father was innocent and started her investigation about the case. Same patterns of death cases were recorded long years ago and yet all investigations led to presumptions and the brutal killings remained unsolved. Now, she believed that it was not an error of medical practice but an unexplainable phenomenon where demonic manipulation could possibly exists. Contrary to this, a formulated chemical was discovered inside the dead body. Who was the murderer behind? Was it an invention of science? Or a manifestation of evil?

The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”

Dr. Dianne Cruz lives a flawless life—too flawless for Rafael Aragon, a mafia leader who trusts patterns more than people. After secretly investigating her and finding nothing, he approaches her out of calculated curiosity… only to become dangerously obsessed. But when sealed archives tied to his father’s assassination resurface, a hidden file appears alongside it: The Cruz Incident — Protected Witness. Now encrypted messages, secret investigations, and buried conspiracies begin to surface, and Rafael realizes Dianne may not be an accident in his life. What he doesn’t know? Dianne entered his world on purpose. To uncover the truth behind her parents’ death. But the closer she stays to Rafael, the more dangerous the truth becomes—because their pasts may be connected to the same mastermind. And obsession was never part of her plan.

“I own every inch of your body, Astra,” he murmured behind her, his fingers tracing slow patterns along her thigh. Astra arched her back in response despising how her body responded to his touch. She was a captive. His captive. <> Few years earlier, Astra had fled on the night of her mating ceremony with Alpha Remus, leaving him consumed by rage. Thalor Caine, Remus’s exiled brother, was hired under contract to hunt her down, unaware that she was his fated mate. Now, Astra’s family is gone. unalived. And Thalor is blamed for their deaths. But then he does the unthinkable. He marries Astra and crowns her his Luna. Trapped as the Luna of the Alpha accused of killing her family, Astra is bound to a male she never chose and has sworn to hate. As enemies rise to tear them apart, Astra and Thalor must face the question: can love be born from ruin, are some betrayals beyond forgiveness?

"“Funny, charming, and utterly captivating! I devoured this sparkling read.” - New York Times bestselling author Annika Martin The man I hate might be the first one to pluck my petals… Confession: I, Dandelion “Dani” Wright, am twenty-six years old and have yet to be deflowered. No man has hosed my hyacinth. Fondled my freesia. Diddled my daffodil. You get the point. My excuse? I was too busy running my family’s flower shop and winning floral design competitions. Suddenly that whole pesky virginity thing becomes a big deal when Jacob West walks back into my life. The boy I once loved. The same boy who humiliated me when he stood me up for prom. This Jacob is no boy, though: he’s all man now—confident, charming, and so sexy my metaphorical blossoms are getting scorched. I can almost forget I’m supposed to hate him forever. Almost. To make things worse, he’s my main competition now, since he took over his parents’ flower shop. If I give into this sizzling attraction between us, it could jeopardize everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve. But if I’m not careful, he might not just be the first man to pluck my petals—he might also be the only man to capture my heart."

After three miscarriages for Xavier Lowe, I see it—my mother-in-law has three years left, my father-in-law nine years, and my sister-in-law two years. I say nothing. After the third miscarriage, my mother-in-law blames me, calling me a curse who "kills" children. My sister-in-law sneers, saying she almost died in a car crash the year I married Xavier—as if my bad luck dragged her down. My mother-in-law snaps, "She can't even keep a child. It must be because she's cursed!" Xavier just stands there, silent. He doesn't say a single word for me. I know that, deep down, he believes that I bring bad luck. Maybe it's also because he already has someone else—his secretary, Yvette Snyder. His mother has always liked her better, and he clung to her the night I lost my third child. I don't explain because I know the truth will only destroy them faster. On my 28th birthday, I catch a glimpse of my own countdown in the mirror. On that day, I take a leave of absence. I go to the funeral home and pick out an urn—pure white, just like the wedding dress I once wore. Wearing a beautiful floral dress, I text Xavier, asking him to meet me at the lake where we first met ten years ago. I wait from daylight until nightfall as my countdown ticks to zero. I die, and he never shows up.