Lambang Fairy Tail

They never knew about her… A fairy tale, for Irwen, was something truly extraordinary—a destiny tied by a bond that seemed unbreakably strong and magical. But her mate had betrayed her, treating everything she had done as meaningless nonsense. Fine. Irwen understood—and decided that betrayal deserved a revenge. The Alpha King had exceeded her expectations. He helped her, and even proposed a marriage contract. He began to heal her frozen heart, drawing them into a more complicated relationship. To Irwen, it felt like stepping back into a fairy tale—one that might end in pain again. “I want you to be my Luna.” “I will protect you.” “I will stay by your side.” But will those promises hold true when they’re faced with something that stands in opposition? The healer and her chains…

Nombreux sont ceux qui pensent que l argent efface tous , mais parfois ça ne suffit pas pour être heureux . Déjà cinq ans , cinq ans qu'elle a été séparée de sa famille , elle se souvient encore de sa mère qui pleurait et son père qui essayait de garder la tête froid et afficher un sourire , mais au fond elle savait qu'il avait mal de se séparer de sa petite étoile comme il l appelait . Ils se disaient tous que se ne sera que pour un temps mais les choses se sont passées autrement ces personnes qui étaient censées protéger tous ces enfants ont préféré ce faire de l' argent en les vendant comme du bétail au plus offrant et c est là que commença sa vie de prisonnière Teresa Espino , d adolescente pleine de rêve à maîtresse forcée d un trafiquant d arme

Buried deep in the Aster estate was the Heartwood—ancient, sacred, mine. Told my husband, Julian Aster—back when he actually listened—that if it ever fell, I'd die with it. At first, he freaked out. Flew in glacier water, hired a whole squad of plant experts to nurture it 24/7. Then one day, just because his childhood friend—Isabella Duvall—got a scratch from the bark, Julian had the Heartwood ripped out. The second it crashed, I choked on glowing blood—ichor. My power? Gone. Barely standing, I grabbed his arm. "You knew. If the Heartwood dies, I—" He laughed. Straight-up mocked me. "Sera, come on. That fairy tale? Only Grandma still believes that crap. Is that mayo on your mouth? Relax—it's a tree. I'll buy you a forest if you want." Overnight, my hair turned gray. Skin cracked. Eyes dulled. Still, I dragged myself to his grandmother, Henrietta. "I kept your family safe for two hundred years. That's why the Asters thrived. But the Heartwood's gone. Debt's paid. One day left. Whatever happens next? Not my problem."