French Flower Words

On my birthday, the dining table was loaded with all my favorites. My mom had been cooking and baking the entire afternoon, insisting everything be perfect for when Mike got home from work so we could celebrate together. But then, he called and said his first love had been drugged at a bar, and he had to go help her. I stopped him and begged him not to go. Mike snapped at me. "Jesus, Em, don’t pull this jealous wife crap. She’s alone, defenseless, and unconscious—I can't let some random dude take advantage of her!" My mother heard those words and was so enraged that she had a heart attack. She died on the spot. Just like that, my mom died on my birthday. I called Mike, asking him to attend my mom's funeral. But before he could reply, I saw Cathy Miller's latest Instagram post, captioned: [Mikey… after all these years, it was always you.] Mike had liked it. My thumb moved before my brain caught up, typing out the only words that mattered: [A homewrecker and a lying bastard. Hope you rot together.]

He was dubbed the Devil's incarnate because of his fierce persona. After all, he was the feared, ruthless American Russian mafia Don Vladivostok Konstantin Kostya. Love wasn't meant for him, he had his demons until he met her. She was never enough, she was the thorn amid beautiful roses. Everything she wanted and had was taken away from her and she was ok with that, having only a boyfriend who loved her but soon that too was taken away. After she had just returned from a date with her boyfriend Zeus, she got the news. "Get ready Magaret. You'll be getting married tomorrow." Those were her father's words, he said them with coldness evident in his voice, no sign of compassion in his eyes. The moment she heard those words her world crumbled, and her heart arched as she felt her breath get stuck in her throat. And when she found out the identity of her soon-to-be husband she thought it was the end of her. Never did she think it would happen but she fell for him, the man she was supposed to hate!

Music brings joy,music calms the nerves but can a song bring led to death…… a music box with diabolical setting,words of the box,lyrics of the music,if you want to die listen to their rhythm. Victoria is seventeen-year-old that lives with her parents, being born in a family that loved her and cared for her, never had she felt left alone. But after the death of her father, her mom married again to a wealthy high-class man whose reputation is all that he cares about.

“You are not going to disrespect me! She is a commoner, and I’d rather die than let you be with her!” Isaac’s father was very loud and his tone was threatening. “Then you better drop dead right now, because I’m sick of being caged by the standards and rules that this family has set for me! I’m sick of being a robot built for the sole purpose of being the heir to the Ford fortune!” Isaac spat the words in his father’s face.

The day I was awarded the highest service medal, I got a call that my grandfather had died. My superiors approved emergency leave, and I rushed straight back to the family estate without stopping. The moment I reached the hillside cemetery behind the house, what I saw snapped something inside me. Our family burial ground had been completely leveled. My parents' graves had been dug open. Their urns had been turned into flower pot bases, with dark-red roses planted right on top of them. My grandfather's coffin had been split apart. His body was left exposed in the dirt, already starting to rot. And my younger brother, Jerry Horton, who was on the autism spectrum, was being ordered around like a laborer by my husband's assistant, Digby Wolfe, hauling construction materials back and forth. I lost it. I grabbed Digby and slammed him into the ground with a hard shoulder throw. "You touched my family's graves and made my brother do manual labor. Are you trying to get buried here with them?" Digby coughed up blood as he struggled to his feet, sneering at me. "This was Mr. Gray's decision. He said your family plot is in a good location, with plenty of space. It's perfect for building a golf course for the future Mrs. Gray. In Joule, Mr. Gray is the law." His tone was icy. "And who do you think you are?" I swallowed my rage and called Marshall Gray. "I hear you run Joule," I said. "Well, I'm about to change that."

In a world where strength dictates survival, Raenerys was born weak—an insult to her bloodline, a disgrace to her ruthless pack. Overshadowed by her sister, Sera, the Southern Alpha’s fierce and untouchable heir, Raenerys learned early that she would never be more than an afterthought. A burden. A fragile flower destined to wither in the shadow of wolves. But even a weak wolf can dream. When she is forced into an arranged marriage with Nevil, the cold and powerful Alpha of the North—the only man she has ever secretly loved—Raenerys dares to hope. That hope is shattered. Betrayed in the most unforgivable way, she watches her sister take what was meant to be hers. Humiliated, discarded, and heartbroken beyond repair, Raenerys does what no one expects. She runs. And this time, she does not look back. Fleeing into the brutal, lawless West, she sheds her name, her past, and the weakness that once defined her. The girl they called fragile dies in the wild. The monster that rises in her place does not beg, does not break—she burns. With blood on her hands and vengeance in her heart, Raenerys carves a path of destruction, crushing those who once mocked her, razing enemy packs to the ground, and building her own empire from the ashes. They call her the Vicious Conqueror. But power comes at a price. As the past claws its way back, old enemies and former lovers return—some to kill her, others to claim what they once threw away. Now, the question is no longer whether she is strong enough to survive. It is whether she will become the very beast they once feared. A queen of vengeance. A ruler of ruin. A storm of wrath that will either swallow the world… or save it.

Meghan Adams is a woman with a past. She swears she will never let another man keep her as an investment Until she crosses paths with the business mogul, Neon Petrov, the CEO of Petrov Ltd.  Neon Petrov is mesmerized by the new striper at Dancing Angels. One look at Meghan's dancing curves, has him making a vow to himself. His cool demure crumbles and he finds himself fumbling for words as he offers ridiculous proposals in a shady burger joint. 

He a towering figure in the country's economical landscape his influence reaching far and wide even in the underground, cold ruthless merciless was the description that followed him everywhere his name was mentioned. She an outcast in her uncle family until she was given a deal by her aunt in order to gain her freedom, but she was caught in a trap. until their path meets and with a little of sweet words he obtains a wife only to discover that she isn't as simple as seems.

Clara, you have to do this, for your clan, your pack, and your family. Those words my father had said to me rang like a bell in my ears, yes I knew I had to do it. I had to marry this alpha whom my sister was meant to marry, whether I liked it or not that was my fate. It was sealed. I could only hope that one day, I would be able to find my mate, or so I thought.

"I was supposed to Stay Gone." ...He married me. He gave me a diamond ring with sweet words… and a lie. I thought it was love. But I was just holding her place. The woman whose lies he believed. Now she’s awake. And I don’t know who I am to him anymore. A wife? A stranger? Or just a body keeping what belongs to her  safe? They broke me. But this time, I’m not the same woman they left behind.