Flower Innocence

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Tisha Stewart, a twenty two year old virgin gets her life turned upside down in just one day. She loses her wealthy father to the cold hands of death, she learns that her fake friend who stole her boyfriend is her step-sister, and to top it all, she is forced to spend the night with an old sleazebag to pay off her late father's supposed debt. Spencer Grant is a handsome and sexy billionaire who avoids being in the spotlight. When a business rival attempts to set him up and spikes his drink, Spencer books a hotel room and orders an escort. In a twist of fate, Tisha ends up in Spencer's hotel room. She needs a place to hide and he needs a woman to pass the night. Spencer mistakes Tisha for the escort he ordered and they spend a passionate night. When he wakes up in the morning, Spencer finds Tisha gone. Not only is there no trace of her but the evidence of her innocence stares him right in the face. Now Spencer is determined to find this mysterious girl who has not only stolen his heart but whose face now haunts his dreams. THIS BOOK CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE

On what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, Irene Casareo’s wedding turned into her worst nightmare. Instead of walking down the aisle, her groom dragged her to the police station, accusing her of a crime she never committed. It was there she discovered his betrayal—he had conspired against her with his own stepsister. Consumed by rage and despair, Irene endured three agonizing years behind bars. Upon her release, freedom barely had time to settle in her lungs when she found herself caught in a bloody crossfire. That was when she met Kristoff Montecillo—a powerful man from the underworld, and the uncle of her ex-fiancé, Dave. He saved her from the armed men, but demanded a different kind of payment: he shook her world with a single, unexpected kiss. And when a lecherous old man tried to rob her of her innocence, it was Kristoff who shielded her once again. Now bound by a debt of gratitude, Irene faces an impossible choice: should she agree to become Kristoff’s fiancée in return for his repeated rescues, or should she say yes only to use him as a weapon in her quest for vengeance against those who shattered her life?

As soon as I walk out of the college entrance exam venue, the police bring me to an interrogation room for interrogation purposes. There, the officers are able to dig out the tools used for cheating in the exams from my clothes. Then, they arrest an accomplice who has helped out with the cheating process in a nearby hotel. As soon as the accomplice sees me, he claims that I'm the one who has hired his services. After that, he gives a confession on the entire cheating process and how we conducted this transaction. All the evidence is present. Soon, news of me cheating on the college entrance exam is spread throughout the Internet. My parents try to defend my innocence, but they ultimately fail. In the end, they die gruesome deaths at home due to cyberbullying. As for me, I suffer from a cardiac arrest shortly after receiving the bad news of their deaths, and I die soon after. I still fail to understand what has happened, even when I draw my last breath. After all, I've never done anything, but why is it that the evidence all points to me being the cheater? When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day before the college entrance exams are set to begin.

Sleeping with my best friend was something that shouldn’t have happened. We made a promise to each other when we were young, but it was long forgotten, at least by him, but not by me. I didn’t forget that he was my prince charming. He dated girls, which I didn’t mind because I was still underage. We slept in the same bed until this date, but we have never crossed the line. The problem started when his fiancée failed to appear for their wedding, and I had to play the role of his bride for the day just to save his face. That was the date everything changed. We had the steamiest night, and he told me it shouldn’t have happened because he was dating my best friend, Candice. That struck me dead in the gut. I should have known that our promises were long forgotten. He took my innocence and told me it shouldn’t have happened. That hurts, but nothing hurts more than learning you’re pregnant with your best friend’s child and you can’t tell him because he is in love with your friend. !Daily updates!

[WARNING: RAPE, TORTURE, MURDER, MATURE CONTENT] In the shimmering light of what was supposed to be her dream wedding, Hazel's life descends into a nightmare she could never have foreseen. As the celebration unfolds, the joyous occasion swiftly transforms into a horrifying bloodbath, leaving Hazel to wonder if anyone has survived. The man she was meant to marry, her childhood lover... Was he still alive or not? But the nightmare was far from over. Captured by a ruthless and deranged man who reigned as the king of the underground mafia, Hazel's life took a dark and harrowing turn. Forced into his bed in a state of vulnerability and despair, Hazel faced a horror she had never imagined on what should have been the happiest day of her life. But her body bears the scars of unspeakable cruelty; her innocence is forever stolen. Her secret mission, the path she embarked on with purpose, has now spiraled into a dark and perilous mission for survival. ** “You have no right to treat me in this way.” Francisco, a man with a darkness that matched the shadows of his empire, gritted his teeth and issued a chilling warning, "I can be more cruel to you, detective." ‘I am not weak; just remember it, Francisco. I am not afraid of you…’

He was her first everything—first love, first heartbreak, first mistake. Her brother's best friend. Her personal nightmare. The guy who made her life unbearable. He bullied her. Broke her. Took her innocence, then tossed her aside like she was nothing. And when she finally ran, she swore she'd never look back. But fate is cruel. Now she's back, standing in front of the man who ruined her. Only this time, she's not the weak girl he once broke. She's stronger. Untouchable. And keeping a secret that could change everything for him. The moment their eyes lock, the past crashes into the present—hot and unforgiving. Lust. Anger. A hunger neither of them can control. Does he regret what he did? Does he even remember the way he shattered her? She tells herself she won’t fall for him again. She won’t let him back in. But when he grabs her waist, pins her against the wall, and growls that she still belongs to him—she knows she’s in trouble. Because the Alpha always takes what’s his.

Cesare Xandri, the rising gangster of the Nalitan mafia, unexpectedly lost a bet at an elite private casino in Ithel, the kind that smells like cigar smoke and blood money. The penalty was simple, he had to call his hard-to-tame pet. The phone was on speaker. The men circled him, whistling and hooting, waiting to be entertained. He asked what I was up to in a relaxed and amused tone. I replied softly, insinuating he was sinful, hiding my defiance behind innocence and fake devotion. When I finished my insult, the room fell silent, then burst into loud and uncontrollable laughter. The call ended. Less than thirty minutes later, the mansion gates were smashed open. He stormed in smelling of gunpowder, a Beretta still in his hand. He pushed me against the wall furiously beneath the Virgin Mary statue. I leaned into him without hesitation, fingers brushing the heated gun, and I met his gaze without fear. I chose virtue and rejected him in my past life, in return I was thrown into the open sea to die. I intended to be his temptation when I got a second chance at life, I wanted to be a beautiful sin that ends his story under the Cecilian sun.

Born into a world of pain and betrayal, Winnie never knew love—only survival. Abandoned by a father who never cared, tormented by a stepmother who sold her innocence for profit, and forced into a life she never chose, she learned that mercy was a luxury she could never afford. When her only family—her beloved brother—is ripped from her, Winnie is left with nothing but the scars of her past and the fire of revenge burning in her soul. She refuses to be another victim, refuses to be just another forgotten girl. With the help of Carter, a man with his own demons, and Michael, a protector forged in blood, she fights back. But Damien—the monster who ruled the shadows of her life—won’t let go so easily. He built his empire on broken lives, and he won’t fall without a war. As Winnie uncovers the secrets that could destroy him, she must decide: will she run, or will she burn everything down with him? “shattered chain” is a harrowing tale of survival, revenge, and the power of resilience. In a world where monsters wear human faces, Winnie must break free from the past—or be consumed by it. Will she rise, or will the darkness finally claim her?

When 20 years old Ella Hart loses her father in a mysterious plane crash, she’s placed under the guardianship of James Callahan, her father’s best friend, a powerful man with dark eyes and even darker secrets. Who had been there for her for eleven years she lost her dad. At first, James is everything she needs: stable, protective, and oddly comforting. But as weeks turn into years under his roof, Ella begins to feel a pull she can’t explain. The air thickens between them glances turn into touches, and innocence burns into obsession. What starts as forbidden passion quickly spirals into something deeper and more dangerous. Ella finds herself caught in a web of emotional addiction, surrounded by luxury, lies, and a man who will do anything to keep her even if it means rewriting her past. But just when she thinks she knows the truth, a single discovery changes everything. Her father's death? Not an accident. And the child she’s carrying? Might not be James’s after all… One house. One secret. One man who swore to protect her but may have destroyed everything she ever loved.

I suffered from a skin condition. I scratched myself in the library, and millions of netizens spammed my private inbox. Only then did I find out that a girl accused me of harassing her. I took out my diagnostic report to defend my innocence, but the girl cried pitifully. “You really know how to make an excuse for yourself! How could someone innocent like me frame you?” Even my elder brother spoke up for her! “Why would she frame you of all people? Can’t you take a look at yourself?” I could not bear the cyberbullying, and I died from a sudden heart attack the day before the court hearing. My grandfather could not accept my death, and he collapsed into a coma. My parents cut off ties with my brother before they committed suicide at home. Meanwhile, the girl did not just successfully make her way into graduate school, but she also dug open my grave and used my ashes to make fireworks. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day when she had asked me to reserve a seat in the library.