Flower Meaning Strength

"Betrayal is a sin, flower," He murmured near my ears, his arctic orbs whisking the warmth of my flesh against his. A course of harrowing singeing fire drifted down my body from the swell of my breasts to my heated core. My nerves screaming with torturous touch of his skin against mine, I couldn’t think for he had me confine in his arms. Brutally, he swept his tongue under the rim of my ear whilst my breath hitched and my tears become uncontrollable. The blood seeped through the cut I gifted him with as he inflated every bit of my scent I had to offer. His filthy tongue leapt across my lower lip with hellish slowness. The bond tempted me to submit to him. "I do not yearn to hear your cries, Katarina. Worship me with your moans." He commanded and I closed my eyes tightly not wishing to swim in those ocean pools of his. Their intimidating tone of his made me want to submit fully to him, to hand over the reins of my soul in his fists. Tears streamed down my face. "F-Forgive me, Xerxes." I stammer softly unable to face his wrath for I knew he was just playing with me, toying with my emotions before he punish me for deeds I've done. Xerxes cruelly grasped my wrists whilst locking them above my head so he could fully discern my naked flesh. "Forgive you?" He mocked, his eyes holding mine into a captivating grip as he licked his lips. "You let another male touch what belonged to me, tell me, flower, why must you test me like this.” I gulped unable to meet his gaze. He chuckled dryly. “Spread your legs, Katarina. The nectar I’m craving is between your legs.”

With a history like ours, the meaning of the word family tended to tangle into something unrecognizable. DNA and bloodlines didn’t tie us together, and neither did our last names. Various shades of grey blurred the branches of our twisted family tree. I wasn’t her brother. They weren’t my parents. Not that it mattered… She was off limits. Portia was my friend. Then my foster sister. And she’d always be the love of my life. Family Ties is created by Stephie Walls, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

After a vicious family power struggle, I fled to a small border town in the south. I took on a new identity and found work in a flower shop. Everyone believed I was dead. Then one day, someone from the family came to the shop to order flowers for the birthday party for Roman Jackson, the head of the Jackson family. The person who arrived was my former Underboss. She stared at me in shock and demanded to know why I had not returned to the Jackson family if I was still alive. She told me that Roman had kept watch over my grave for two years and that he had attempted suicide three times in the cemetery, each time stopped by someone else. Roman was my ex-husband. He had an adopted sister, Liliana. Fifteen years ago, her parents were gunned down while covering Roman's father's escape from a rival family. After that, Liliana became Roman's most cherished sister. She tampered with my armored car. The brakes failed, and the vehicle plunged off a cliff. I broke three ribs. Roman mobilized every resource the family had and pulled me back from the brink of death. She bribed my bodyguard and laced my red wine with a neurotoxin. I lay unconscious in the villa for three days and nights. Roman sealed off the entire city, hunted down everyone involved, and made them pay in blood. She tried to kill me, and he saved me. This absurd cycle went on for three years. Until the last time. She detonated a bomb at an arms deal I was overseeing, burning seventy percent of my body. As I was lifted onto the ambulance stretcher, I clutched Roman's suit and, with the last of my strength, begged him. "Kill her, Roman. She sabotaged the deal. Those are the family rules." He crouched down, his fingers brushing my bloodstained face. His voice was calm, almost cruel. "Liliana didn't mean to. Let it go. For the sake of what her parents sacrificed for the family." In that moment, my heart to him died completely.

After dating Scott Kenta for 10 years, I said to him, "Scott, I'm pregnant." The file in his hands slipped and hit the floor. He frowned, clearly irritated. "Don't be ridiculous," he said. "This is a critical moment—my company's going public. I never planned on having a child." "It's fine. Your career matters more," I said, smiling gently. He didn't catch the meaning behind my words. I was pregnant, yes. But he wasn't the father.

Malik has never been the one to follow rules but after a life threatening incident, he’s assigned a bodyguard that has to be with him 24/7. And he hates it. Steel guns, bloody bullets and staring death right into the eyes, he has no fear. Wilder Thompson is entrusted to keep an eye on the popular pop-star. Bring together 24/7 every day meant having their decisions and wants clash all the time. Both have a different meaning of life but there’s something that will change their lives in a good positive way and steer them together.

reincarnation? Well strength is everything to be a martial artist? No, that's wrong. Money takes a big part in that too Imagine that you have reached a level of strength when you pass it, you need some resources, will the strength help you then? You dream, if you want to be a true martial artist, you have to achieve both. Are you ready for that? If I'm not ready, I'll get ready, this is a new life It should be used as much as possible

If love is a poison, it is a feeling between the present and the past and the future. Then let's form the most beautiful flower in this world. She met and fell in love with him, a simple love without any calculation. But he forgot her. The second time she met him, she was smart with him, but with a calculated love, she ended up hurting him and herself. He had forgotten her, but deep in his heart, he had never forgotten that beautiful love. Just meet her again, he will love and want to protect her again, despite the extreme way he loves her, he has never denied that part of his affection. She and him, two parallel lines have intersected and merged into one. Love you, this life I'm not wrong Love you, forever unrequited

Ever since Tammy Armstrong was six years old, she knew she was a vampire. And not just any vampiree, but rather a half breed. Thomas, her creator, cared for Tammy for the last ten years; getting the plan ready for his beloved. Upon meeting with the Vampire Council, Tammy realizes the true meaning behind her being turned. Betrayel, confusion, and hurt swarms Tammys mind as she unknowingly does what the Council wanted all along. All they wanted was a powerful hybrid on their side... The first one in centuries. And Tammy is the key to it all.

At first the marriage was fine. Everything became warm, the wounds from Ainayya Hikari Salvina's past gradually began to heal. But the warm marriage was suddenly hit by a wave. Breaking a trust and making him leave the house that has taught the meaning of a harmonious family. Then can Albara Demian Dominic, the perpetrator of the destruction, repair the household that has made him heal from events in the past? Can Albara heal the wound he gave his wife? Let's see how Albara travels in pursuit of his wife's love back.

Jessica lost her mother and her father brought home his mistress. With no other option, she went abroad. But she returns, this time stronger and eager to know the truth of her mother's death. She meets her father and is asked to marry the leading industrialist in the country, Steve Smith. To humiliate her father she runs away but is caught by her would-be-husband. He asks her to marry him in return for giving her the truth about her mother's death and she agrees. Steve thinks that the girl is just as innocent as a flower, but he is wrong, Jessica is just testing him whether he lives up to his title as the 'second most wanted gangster' in the underworld. While they both in love with each other their secrets about the underworld disturb their life. Will they be able to fight back and not just go with the flow? Well, this going to be hard...