Lirik Dry Flower

Two decades earlier, the realms of the Four Courts waged war against the covens of witches. Neither side would yield, though both were bleeding themselves dry in a war that spanned five brutal years. The Courts relied on their noble bloodlines, the witches on their wild and ancient spells. Each skirmish ended in ash, with neither enemy capable of breaking the other. Then a sorcerer from the Courts revealed a weapon: an octagonal crystal forged from eight different stones, each carved from the essence of a court. On the battlefield, before witches or nobles could comprehend what was happening, the crystal ignited. A blinding eruption of light burst forth, eight rays fusing into one unbearable brilliance. It was not merely sight that was torn away in that flash — but power, essence, and soul. Both Courts and witches alike fell, drained of the magic that had defined them. When the light faded, the battlefield lay silent under a sky of glittering dust. The enchantments were gone. The witches’ spellcraft, the courts’ line-born sorcery — extinguished forever. Neither side had won. Both had lost. And magic never returned.

An archer journalist who sneaks out of her office just to stalk some billionaire. She wants to snip dry of his secrets and those secrets will be a very big help to Karina. She's feeding four heads and bringing all of them to college. Being promoted to as the Archer Journalist is a big of help but still not enough. She needs something that will create her big break and her big break is this man, Allistair Montero. That billionaire who seemed to have no flaw, but nothing can hide from the seer personality of hers. She believe that even the most flawless person has a mole and if she can't find a scar in him, better find something like the littlest mole he has. After all, people will still be interested whatever it is that she will discover from him. Everything was smooth about her mission to stalk him but what she didn't expect was that the secret he was hiding wasn't anything from the past or anything important that could ruin his reputation but rather hers. He wasn't hiding a thing, he was hiding someone.

“Strip.” He ordered simply, his eyes boring tentatively, “I'll not give you the liberty of picking up your clothes if you will not do as you're told.” “You married me to get revenge on me!” I spat, angrily. “You are not supposed to have any carnal knowledge of me, I won't let it happen.” He smiled. The same smile that cuts across his lips yet doesn't reach his face. “You want me to have sex with you?” “Isn't that what you mean by stripping?” I asked, confusion boldly written on my face. A loud, dry mocking laugh from him almost made me wish for death. “No wife.” He whispered, standing up from the bed towards me. “I don't want to see any of my properties on you in my house, I want you tattered and extremely void, I want to see what you will do when you're all bare before me.” I stumbled backwards at the hatred in his voice. “I want to see you at your lowest, Now strip!”

He slammed her back against the closed door making her grit her teeth as she glared at him. “Camellia,” his voice was dripping with controlled fury yet that endearment rolled off his tongue in a raspy growl. “I don’t like other men touching you,” he grumbled, grabbing her jaw, his fingers firmly pressing into her cheeks as he made her hazel eyes look into his dark greys. “I’m not yours,” she said with gathered-up bravado though his intimidating presence made her feel so timid. He leaned closer as her eyes fell on the camellia flower that was inked on his neck. His hot breath tickled her lips as his intense stare lingered on her lips. “You’re mine, Camellia. Mine!” With a low growl, he crashed his lips on hers. DARK ROMANCE!

From birth, Rhea is cursed with the inability to connect with her inner wolf and shift. However, this isn't the only effect of her curse. Instead of shifting at every full moon, like the other werewolves, Rhea enters in her heat. And to add to her misfortune, she's chosen to be Luna of Callisto — the ruthless new Lycan King who seized his father's throne by ripping off his head and displaying it in the palace towers. Callisto Del Amathea, the new King, never been affected by other women's pheromones, and it's said that his are so strong they make even the greatest of alphas sick. He's also said to be a cruel man that, like his people, hates the werewolves. But when Rhea moves to this realm of dry lands, she discovers that things may not be what really seem... [...]“Rhea Calirianne. The Oracle has chosen you as the rightful partner of the 47th King of the Lycan Realm, Callisto del Amathea.” Yes, Rhea's mate is the ruthless new Lycan King... And now, they're bound until death do them apart. WARNING: BOOK FOR +18 READERS (MATURE CONTENT)

BLURB: Lust & Thrust: Erotic Short Collections Summary For Mature Readers Only: 18+, Explicit, Extremely Sensual and Obsessive. This book is for those who crave domination. For those who want to be owned, ruined, stripped down, and fucked into silence by men who don’t ask for permission. Inside these pages are short, filthy, addictive encounters—each more dangerous, more consuming, and more deliciously wicked than the last. It contains graphic sex and dangerous lust that borders on insanity. If you’re looking for soft romance or safe happily-ever-afters, walk away now. But if you want to drown in sin, surrender to obsession, and moan through every chapter, then read on. This is not like your regular erotic books. It’s darker. So I warn you now, ESCAPE while you still can!!! Run very fast while you still can. But if your cunt’s already clenching, if your mouth’s already dry from needing more, if your fingers are twitching toward your panties right now… then spread your thighs wider. Because once these stories touch you, you’ll never stop screaming for more.

"I really miss you. It feels like a dry throat that longs for water. All this time, without you realizing it, you have disturbed my life. And now it's my turn to do that with you. Even if that feeling has disappeared in your heart, then I will make that feeling come to the surface again. I will make you fall in love with me again. Until finally, you gave up and were willing to accept me," said Gladwin confidently. "It's not that easy, Uncle. I can't be with you. It's better to give up all the intentions and plans in Uncle's mind. I can't be with you forever. I already have a promise that I will love Eijaz." Flavia answered weakly. ***** Abigail Said : "Chase him, defend him. Because love is not sitting still and watching but moving and fighting, if he is passive, you become active. If he's not a pervert, you are. Yes, it's okay to fumble a little. Just taste before you buy." Jonas Said : "Love, indeed, makes stones look like sponges. Bright heads become stupid. And makes perfect people blind and deaf."

At the Davenport family dinner, I arrive wearing the same dress Tucker Davenport's true love once wore. His face darkens immediately. He glares at me coldly and orders that my dress be burned on the spot. "Damn it, Willow, can't you show a little self-awareness? Shelby might be too naive to notice, but there's no way I'm letting you appear like this in front of her." The intense heat rushes toward me as the flames consume the fabric. A sharp, burning pain shoots between my legs, crashing over me like a tidal wave. The pain drags me under, but I suddenly jolt awake, barely able to gasp a plea for mercy. Tucker doesn't spare me a glance. He simply turns away to help Shelby cut the cake. Days later, he finally remembers I exist. "As long as you behave and don't bother Shelby again, you'll still be Mrs. Davenport." I stare at the burns on my legs as my tears dry up. I refuse to beg any longer. I'm done being Mrs. Davenport.

He straddled me, his hips swirling in slow, maddening circles. His body was right there, pressing into mine, and I couldn’t escape it; I didn’t want to. His hands found mine and guided them to his chest, and when my palms touched his warm skin, I was gone. My pulse was a blur of frantic beats pounding in my ears, drowning out the crowd's cheers and whistles. With his face inches from mine, Alec leaned in. His breath ghosted over my lips, his smile, cocky, knowing, playful, and somehow tender all at once. “You okay there?” he asked with an amused tone, and I opened my mouth, desperate to say something—anything—but nothing came out. My throat was dry, my skin was on fire and my mind was completely blank. All I could do was stare at him, completely mesmerized by how his body moved against mine and that wicked smirk on his lips. Before I knew it, heat pooled low in my belly, spreading downward, and I instinctively clenched my thighs together to stop the throbbing that ignited between my legs, but it was too late as I dampened the soft leather.

Ang sabi nila, ang pinakamasayang tao ang pinakamalungkot sa lahat. That they are faking their happiness. That even they are alive, they are dying deep inside. All I can see is my pain. My anger towards her. She's the cause of my loneliness. I lost the love of my life because of her. Why should I care? She deserves it anyway. But little did I know, she's dying deep within. I've hurt her. All I did was give her pain. Ipinamukha ko sa kanya na kailanman ay hindi ko siya mamahalin. Little by little, I am killing her. I took out her shine. Her bright smile. Her own life. I've crushed her heart. Michelle is like a flower, slowly withering without my notice. Melting my heartless heart is her only option.