Flower Mirror Brave Frontier

One accidentally crossed, and crossed the United States. Well, there's nothing wrong with crossing America. But who is that guy flying around with a hammer?! Hey ~ Who's there to control the thunderstorm! I didn't know this weather was bad for business...

Elena Brown risked her life protecting her pack leaders against the invaders of the Black Moon Pack, led by a ruthless alpha, John Williams. Elena loses everything in this, her family dies, and is left alone. Her alpha tells her to let them take her and kill Alpha William during the mating ceremony. But things don't go as planned as Elena meets her mate on the day. Alpha William's son. Jake.

No woman has ever been allowed into the King's army before but Caterina is determined to prove she is as good a warrior as any of the men, dressing up as a boy and matching off to camp to fight in her father's stead. She won't let him go to war with a limp. What she doesn't expect is to find out she has a second chance mate, after the first one, who happens to be the king's son and General of the army, rejected her.

Jean Marie Vianney jeune garçon intelligent très mignon va user de son charme et jouer avec les sentiments de deux de ses conquêtes. Une guerre sans merci va prendre le dessus et coûter la vie à un des héros de même qu'à sa propre Famille.

──霊が視える。でも、視えないフリをして生きてきた。 平凡な高校生・櫻井悠斗の日常は、親友の失踪によって終わりを告げる。 手がかりを求め、足を踏み入れたのは『桜織旧病院』。 この町で最も不気味だと囁かれる、恐ろしい廃墟。 そこで彼を待っていたのは、絶望的な恐怖と……一人の、謎めいた少女だった。 「私の血は、穢れているんです」 月瀬美琴──。 悠斗とは対照的に、恐れることなく霊と向き合う彼女との出会いが、悠斗を千年の時を超えた壮大な呪いと宿命の渦へと巻き込んでいく。 これは、不思議な力を持つ少年と、過酷な運命を背負う少女が、互いを信じ、支え合い、絶望的な未来に抗う、切なくも美しい愛と戦いの物語。

Buckle your seatbelts. Grab your weapons. Equip yourself. Get ready to prepare for this writing extravaganza about surviving the Zombie Apocalypse

She is brave if everyone looks at her and known as a ruthless business woman, who has no weakness but deep inside she is hurting and has been through a lot in life. Especially when she lost her father. She was married to a surgeon doctor who loved someone else, and she fell in love with him. She witnessed her husband's marriage proposal to another woman. Will she give up on her husband and sign the divorce paper according to her husband's wishes?

There are many people who have met Ciara, each with a different impression of her. However, they all agree on describing Ciara as follows: She is a beautiful person. She is like a princess who doesn't care about life. She is like a graceful flower always emitting a inviting fragrance. She has a scent that arouses the hunger of those who smell it. She is like an item that everyone wants to possess. She is like a dish that everyone craves. She is a deadly poison if anyone dares to touch her. If one day you happen to smell a fragrance that arouses your instinct to hunt, I have two pieces of advice for you: first, control yourself; second, if you are not the chosen one, run away, because otherwise all that awaits you is a painful death.

Fresh out of the National Research Institute, I loaded up on my wife's favorite snacks and ordered a vibrant bouquet of roses, eager to surprise her. I stashed the treats in her office, then stepped out to grab the flowers. But in those fleeting minutes, a stranger had ripped open every package and devoured everything. I glared at him. "Who gave you permission to touch those?" He shot me a look of pure disdain. "Buzz off, flower boy. Drop your crap and scram!" The secretary at the door snickered. "You heard the man. He's Ms. Bowman's husband. Better run before he leaves a bad review." I pulled out my phone and called my wife. "Who is this guy in your office?"

"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.”