Give Me A Flower

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE & EXPLICIT SCENES. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. Seojin, an SS-rank Esper, is the golden retriever type—kind, powerful, and fiercely independent. But there's one thing he's sure of: he doesn't need a Guide, especially not a male one. Haunted by a traumatic childhood experience, Seojin has spent his life pushing away anything that might tie him down, particularly 'Guides'. He’s convinced he’s straight, and the mere idea of bonding with a male Guide is something he refuses to consider. Minseok, a mischievous and dominant S-rank Guide, notorious for his ability to tame even the strongest Espers. He has always been desired, pursued relentlessly by Espers who craves his touch. But none of them interest him—until he meets Seojin, the one Esper who dares to reject him outright. To Minseok, this isn't just about power anymore—Seojin’s resistance becomes an irresistible challenge. For the first time, an Esper he sees as different has the audacity to turn him away, and Minseok is determined to claim him by any means necessary. What starts as a battle of wills soon turns into something far more dangerous: a burning desire, undeniable attraction that neither can ignore. Enemies on the surface, Seojin and Minseok find themselves drawn together by a bond stronger than either expected. As their disdain/obsession towards each other turns into passion, they must confront their deepest fears and desires—because in the end, they might just be exactly what the other needs.

He is known as the cruelest and most ruthless Alpha King and his name causes fear among all Alphas, except the ordinary and weak omega ....

"Host me for a night" is a heartwarming and emotional novel that follows the journey of a woman named Samantha who is struggling to pick up the pieces of her life after her marriage falls apart. In her desperation to find a new home, Samantha turns to the kindness of strangers through an online platform that connects people willing to host others for a night. As she navigates through the various homes she stays in, Samantha learns valuable lessons about trust, forgiveness, and the resilience of the human spirit. Along the way, she forms deep connections with the people she meets, from a kind elderly couple to a single father struggling to balance work and parenthood. Through the ups and downs of her journey, Samantha begins to rediscover herself and her passions, and finds the strength to move forward and create a new life for herself and her children. "Host me for a night" is a story about the power of human connection, the importance of community, and the beauty that can be found in unexpected places.

> “Stay still, Little Thorn… I want to taste you slowly.” His voice was velvet and ruin. His mouth, a weapon. And I—fool that I was—leaned closer. Before death wore a suit and called itself a lover, I used to believe in beauty. Before the blood. Before the runes. Before I painted the image that killed my parents—I believed my art could save me. Now I know better. I was just weeks from graduating when the painting came to me like a fever. I didn’t choose it. I didn’t plan it. My hands moved, possessed, dragging symbols I’d never seen and a face I’d never forgotten—his. Eyes red as wine. A crown pierced with thorns. And a girl in the center… me. Offering herself. I signed it with a mark I didn’t recognize. I sold it to a stranger. And days later, my parents were dead—no wounds, no reason, just... gone. The police said stress. I say fate. Now I’m being hunted by a world I didn’t know existed. Vampires with ancient courts and older grudges. Symbols that whisper in my blood. And Lucien D’Aragon—the vampire who says I summoned him with my brushstroke. That I belong to him. He says I’m his prophecy. His ruin. His Little Thorn. But I’m not just prey. Something is waking in me. Something hungry. Something I was never meant to survive. If I give in, I lose everything. If I fight, I might finally learn the truth. About my art. About my bloodline. About what really happened that night. And why he keeps whispering that I was painted for ruin... but made for him.

Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them?

I rented a house with a bloody history because it was cheap. On the first night after moving in, the faucet turned on by itself. I yelled into thin air, “Are you paying the water bill?!” The water instantly stopped flowing. I thought that was just the beginning of the ghost not bothering me. Unexpectedly, the next day, I saw a main course with two side dishes prepared on the dining table.

Elena Halloway. Perfect by all means, be it in looks, virtues and talent. Unrivalled by all, she was happy. She had accomplished her dream, stood at the top of the entertainment world and was loved by all. But soon, that all came crashing down. "Why...? Did I do something wrong? Am I the reason for all of this?" Driven by despair, she couldn't help but sink to the floor. "Why? Did I ask for any of this? Why me of all people?" "Why? That's a question you should ask yourself." And with that, he left. That was the very moment she realised, the world put on a facade. Deceiving themselves and her as well. In the face of the accident, she was left with nothing but trauma and pain. Thrown away like a broken doll, she was left to be played with by fate. Twisting and contorting her limbs, hung on a string. She was powerless. They were all slave to fate. But when fate decided to give her a saving grace, she decided to make the best of it. After all, who could've imagined that she would be able to achieve redemption?

"Ayo, menikah denganku! Aku serius. Di Indonesia seusia kita bahkan sudah banyak yang punya anak!" Tidak seharusnya Aya mendengar kalimat diluar nalar itu diusianya yang masih 20 tahun. Saat dia sedang pusing-pusingnya memikirkan kuliahnya dan kerja parttime di Adelaide, Australia. Dan lagi! Laki-laki sebaya di depannya ini tahu seperti apa masa lalu Aya. Aya yang menjauh dari Indonesia, mengubur semua ingatan buruknya, dan berperang dengan ketakutannya sendiri. Laki-laki ini pasti tahu. Jadi tidak mungkin dia sampai punya perasaan ke Aya, bahkan berniat menikahnya. Ini jelas-jelas diluar nalar. Aya tahu mereka teman SMA. Punya banyak ingatan yang bisa dijadikan bahan berdebat. Tapi, hubungan mereka bukan hubungan romantis yang penting untuk dikenang oleh otak dan hati. Jadi kenapa? Datang tiba-tiba di depannya begini. Di saat Aya sudah menjauh sejauh ini...

Prostitute? Mababa ang tingin ng karamihan sa mga kababaihang tulad ni Rebecca. Dahil sa kahirapan, hinanda na ni Rebecca ang sarili niya na ibenta sa halagang isang bilyon pambuhay niya man lang sa ama’t ina niya. Mas lalo pang tumindi ang kagustohan niyang iyon nang kinailangang sumailalim sa heart transplant ang tatay niya. Nakilala niya si Grayson na sumubok sa pagkapilya niya. Binigyan siya nito ng isang linggo para akitin si Grayson at kumbinsihin na bilhin siya nito sa halagang isang bilyon. Pero paano kung ang isang linggong iyon ng pangungumbinsi ni Rebecca sa binata. . .makumbinsi rin kaya ang puso ni Grayson para mahulog sa dalaga? O mananatiling pera ang magpapatakbo sa relasyon nilang dalawa?

Three years ago, my girlfriend suffered severe post-traumatic stress after saving my life. She later had a speech impairment that kept her from speaking normally. To cure her, I take on three jobs a day and survive on only bread and water just to come up with the money for her therapy and speech recovery treatment. I happen to be working part-time as a cocktail party waiter one evening when I see my girlfriend, who supposedly has a speech impairment, standing in a fancy dress and being fawned over by the crowd around her. Everyone is calling her "Ms. Holden" and "the heiress of the Holden family". But how can an orphan like her possibly be an heiress?