Flower Yoon Mi Rae

Since she was sixteen, Sydney Rae Salvador has been in love with Clyren Zeye Matteo. But that's not how he ever saw her. He was constantly present but never hers, he was her older brother's best friend. Sydney quietly loving him, while he loved other girls. Then everything changed one night. She became pregnant even though she had no idea what it meant to him. She kept her pregnancy a secret. She wished to avoid making him feel obliged to stay. She also became irrationally angry with him. However, she secretly missed him when he wasn't present. She was simply seeking things, it turned out, and she wanted Clyren close to her most of the time. Months later, her brother discovered that she was pregnant. He got angry with Clyren and confronted him but Clyren already knew. He had been waiting for Sydney to tell him herself. After that, Clyren took care of her. He was always there. Then one day, when she was six months pregnant, she asked him to buy her a mangosteen that she was craving. He went out, but he never came back. She gave birth alone. For years, there was no sign of him. Four years later, her twins were already toddlers. At the airport, her son had an accident. At that exact moment, she ran into Clyren again. He was checking on her son’s head, which was covered in blood. She begged him to help their son, so they rushed to the hospital. What happened to Clyren? Do second chances really exist?

Mi hija Sofí era una pianista muy reconocida. El día de la final, alguien la encerró en el baño y, confundida, perdió la oportunidad de ganar el campeonato. Revisé las cámaras, descubrí a la culpable y me preparé para denunciar esa trampa. Pero mi esposo Andrés, me detuvo con firmeza. —Es solo una travesura de niños. Si insistes en denunciar a la hermana de Isabel, haré que Sofía ni siquiera obtenga el segundo premio. Temblé de rabia. ¡No podía creer que Andrés fuera capaz de humillar así a su propia hija solo por proteger a la hermana de su secretaria! En ese momento, Sofía me tomó de la mano, aguantando las lágrimas. —Mamá, ya no quiero el campeonato. Y tampoco quiero a papá. Apreté su mano con fuerza. —Está bien. Si tú no lo quieres a él, yo tampoco lo quiero.

El día de la sentencia, mi prometido Diego González me tomó de la mano, sollozando, y me pidió que dejara de defender mi inocencia y firmara un acuerdo de culpabilidad. —Clara, sé que tú no hiciste nada… pero Isabella está esperando un hijo mío. No puedo permitir que ella vaya a la cárcel. Hazlo por tu bien, por favor —suplicó, con lágrimas que le empañaban la mirada. Sin dudarlo ni un instante, firmé el acuerdo. En mi vida anterior me negué a cargar con la culpa de Isabella García y, por eso, no solo terminé tras las rejas: la furia de Diego envió gente a torturarme hasta dejarme estéril. Esta vez me propuse complacerlo. A la mañana siguiente, los noticieros reventaron con la primicia de que yo había robado secretos comerciales de la Corporación López. Para colmo, Isabella se presentó como testigo. —Sí, fue ella; la vi con mis propios ojos infiltrarse en la compañía —declaró ante las cámaras. Pero aquella tarde, cuando inició la audiencia, el demandante Santiago López, director general de la corporación, retiró la acusación. Bajo la mirada atónita de la prensa, sacó un anillo, se arrodilló y me preguntó: —Clara, ¿en esta vida aceptarías casarte conmigo?

Ryder, mi esposo y el Alfa de la manada, siempre ha odiado el llanto de los cachorros. Pero últimamente, empezó a cuidar al cachorro recién nacido de mi hermana adoptiva, quedándose a su lado en la guardería cada noche, hasta el amanecer. Cada vez que salía de nuestro hogar para ir a la guardería, un dolor fuerte e inexplicable me partía el corazón. Esta agonía duraba toda la noche, hasta que regresaba al amanecer. Pero llegué al límite. En el festival de la luna llena, anuncié frente a toda la manada que rompería nuestro vínculo. El enlace mental de la manada estalló en murmullos; todos pensaban que la batalla me había afectado el juicio. Una luz dorada se encendió en los ojos de Ryder mientras me miraba con incredulidad. —¿Solo porque estuve ocupado para ver cómo estabas después de que te hirieron, vas a romper nuestro vínculo? ¿Y todo por un cachorro de seis meses? Evité su mirada. En lugar de eso, mi vista se detuvo en la leve marca de labial corrida en el interior de su cuello. Aunque me temblaba la voz, me mantuve firme. —Ya que tanto quieres a su cachorro, en cuanto nuestro vínculo se rompa, podrás ser su padre sin tener que esconderte.

CAMILLA I was sold to him, he thinks I am cute and treats me like a trembling maiden but he doesn't know I am using him, he is my tool to get revenge on those who have betrayed me. I am no trembling flower, I am Camilla De Luca and I will have my revenge. But until my plans are executed, I will be his little pet. DANTE I was awestruck, the first day I saw her standing on that stage waiting to be auctioned. She looked so fierce and beautiful and I knew I just had to have her. She is wonderful and I see myself falling for her but that can never happen, I will never love someone again, all love does is hurt me. She is just my pet, nothing more. Dante bought Camilla from an auction, he vows he would never fall for her, but vows can be easily broken especially when feelings are involved. Camilla is set on getting revenge on her father and nothing will stop her not even Dante who is nothing like she expected.

What is an obsession? An idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person's mind. And this is what my brother thinks I have and feel toward Lola. He always asks me to be patient and wait till he figures out how to get her back to me, but I can't sit like an obedient dog and wait. I can't live my life as if nothing had happened and my soul wasn't just ripped out of my body. Lola isn't just an obsession to me, she is my life and soul, she is my beating heart. I watched her grow under my care, I waited for her to mature, I fucking protected her even from myself. From that mindless animal that I am, and when I finally could get what I have always wanted, it was taken away from me. My brother is wrong, I'm not obsessed I am possessed and I will fucking take everyone down to get my little flower back. *The doctor's convict is book 2 in women of mafia series, you need to read book 1 (Cerberus) first.

"Look into my eyes," commanded Green, the infamous Queen, the ruler of Vampires. "tell me, what do you see? I will give you wealth, fame, power, authority, even your deepest desire because why? I am a god. Reject me and all this things you shall have. Accept me," Zeus's eyes twitched as she closed the gap between them. "And I'll gladly make your life a living ." She pronounced in the most deadliest tone he had ever heard. But he smiled. He was supposed to be scared of her like everyone else in the Supernatural World, instead, he instantly fell to the trap of love. He was an ordinary Werewolf, she was a powerful Vampire and they were mates. He didn't mind he was mated to a ruthless Vampire Queen, all he wanted was to claim her. But how far can Zeus go in Green's living ? How much pain was he willing to suffer just to ignite love in her heart? And was he ever going to succeed in claiming his wild flower? Green, book one of the colour series.

I was born into a world where loyalty is currency and vengeance is law. In this life, love is a weakness... and I learned that too late. My name is Aria Valente—daughter of a mafia kingpin, a pawn in a bloody game I never agreed to play. I was raised to be poised, silent, and obedient. But everything changed the day I was forced to marry Lorenzo De Rossi—the heir of our enemy, a man as cold as the steel he carries. His touch burns. His silence cuts deeper than any blade. And yet, behind those dark, calculating eyes lies a storm that calls to the chaos in me. We were never meant to fall in love. Torn between family legacies and buried secrets, I uncovered truths that shattered the world I thought I knew. Lies. Betrayal. A history soaked in blood. Lorenzo isn’t just my husband—he’s the very weapon forged to destroy me. But I am not the delicate flower they raised me to be. In this world of blood and bullets, only one truth remains: I will not bow. I will rise. Now, we are no longer pawns. We are fire and fury. And this is no longer a love story. It’s a war.

John: I was supposed to be the Alpha. I was supposed to find my mate first. How did my life come to this? A mateless 33-year-old virgin, okay, that part is my choice, helping plan my little brother"s wedding. And if that's not bad enough, I think my wolf has lost his mind or sense of smell. There's no way this human florist is my mate. Sarael: Being a small business owner is never easy, even less when you're a woman of color. But I love my little flower shop. I love it because it's half a world away from my family. I've lived relatively peacefully till John Kinsley of THE Kinsleys walked into my store. The man is by far the sexiest man I've ever seen. But he's also driving me crazy with this hot and cold attitude. This is a sequel to Alpha Logan. You do not need to have read Alpha Logan to enjoy this book, but it is encouraged. Bloodmoon Pack: Book 1 - Alpha Logan Book 2 - Beta's Surprise Mate Book 3 - The Reluctant Alpha Novella - The Hunted Hunter Book 4 - The Genius Delta

In a tale woven with both love and obsession, Adele Romero believed she had mended her shattered heart when she delivered a flower to the grand mansion. Little did she realize that her actions had already captured his attention. He was known as the mysterious figure, harboring a dark obsession that consumed him completely. The lingering desires from their shared past and the chance at redemption compelled him to entrap her in his grasp. This time, he was ready to script their story with spilled blood and possessive intent, and she remained oblivious to his true identity. "Have you ever felt the touch of a rose?" he whispered, his silhouette looming before her. "Yes," she replied, her voice quivering with anticipation. "Each petal holds its own unique allure, painted with shades that evoke fascination. And when you press it against your lips, it imparts a magnificent sensation," his voice husky and laden with desire. In that sacred moment, she felt his lips graze her skin. "You, Adele, are like a rose." "And I yearn to crush this rose beneath the weight of my insatiable craving."