String Of Turtles Bloom

On the day of my wedding, my fiance suddenly announced that he had already registered his marriage with my sister. The system declared my mission a failure and sentenced me to be erased in a car crash. Just as despair closed in, Wayne Kinsey threw himself in front of me to save my life—and lost the use of his legs because of it. Later, I was given another chance to choose a new target, and I accepted his proposal. But five years into our marriage, I overheard a conversation between him and a friend. "Wayne, your crush already has a husband and children. Your legs are healed too. Aren't you going to come clean with Arden?" "No. Arden will always be a risk. Only if she keeps feeling guilty will she stay away and let Naomi have her happiness." As his familiar but cold voice echoed in my ears, my tears fell like beads of a broken string, and that was when I finally realized the so-called salvation Wayne had given me had been nothing but a lie through and through. In that case, there was no reason for me to keep holding on to this sham of a marriage.

Freya Xylla Hernaez's marriage to Phoenix Henderson was never meant to last. Forced into a shotgun wedding under the false belief she was pregnant, Freya quickly realized that she was just a wife on paper—ignored, mistreated, and unloved. Subjected to cruelty from his stepmother and stepsister and heartbroken watching him with other women, Freya’s resolve finally shattered. She made one desperate move, framing Phoenix into a one-night stand, and then left, disappearing with a signed divorce agreement. Six years later, she’s built a life in London with the two surprises Phoenix never knew about: their twins. But when Phoenix finds her and kidnaps one of the children to force her return to the Philippines, Freya is filled with fury. Determined to get her daughter back, she returns—this time armed with anger and a vow to exact revenge. Yet, amidst the fight, old feelings reignite, and a love that was never meant to be slowly begins to bloom again.

With her hair that seems like a massive bush poured with jet black paint, possessing an ethereal beauty and above all, classic and fine gesture. Devon only wants to have a simple life and simply wishes to the moon goddess that her Alpha Antonio will be her mate. But things go in wary, once she learned that the other brother, Alpha Nicholas whom she loathed for the whole of her existence barge into the cabin and disrupt her happy ending, claiming that he is also her mate. The turn of events didn’t stop as specks of lights protrude into her body, drowning her into deep oblivion, and hearing the moon goddess cursing her and the twin. She was cursed to a trio mate, without any justification. The moon goddess branded them without giving any reason. And they are forced to take the path of finding the cure, digging the tragedies of the past and uncovering the truth of their origin. With all of the betrayals, tragedies and cursing that they are about to unveil, is it possible for love to bloom amidst the chaos?

Nine years into my "non-cohabiting partnership" with Simon, his father passed away. The first condition in his will was simple: Simon and Ella had to conceive a child. On the day the child turned one month old, Simon would inherit his father's fortune. Simon told me this himself—the night I walked in on them tangled in our bed. Afterward, as he took a slow drag from his cigarette, he murmured, "Lily, just wait a little longer. Once I get the inheritance, I'll marry you." But he went back on his word. From then on, every time Simon planned to meet Ella at our house, he would hang a string of bells on the door. Since his father's passing, those bells had chimed ninety-nine times. After the ninety-ninth, the news arrived—Ella was pregnant, and their engagement party was set. My daughter saw the invitation, hesitated, then softly asked, "Mom, is Daddy's name on this?" I forced a smile and gently smoothed her messy hair into a neat ponytail. "Daddy is marrying the one he loves," I said. "And I'm taking you home." Simon never understood—I never cared about that marriage certificate.

Ava St. James has walked down the aisle four times—and buried every “forever” along the way. At seventy, she’s traded vows for vintage champagne and decided love looks best from a distance. Then along comes Marcus du Prée—handsome, grounded, and far too young to be interested. A gardener, he says. Except the roses he tends belong to his estate, and the dirt under his nails hides a fortune he’d rather forget. When Ava’s flamboyant New Orleans clan crashes into Marcus’s refined Pasadena world, sparks fly, secrets bloom, and one improbable romance dares to take root. For the Fifth Vow is a sparkling romantic comedy about late love, Southern pride, and the kind of courage it takes to say “I do” when everyone else says you shouldn’t. Witty, wise, and full of heart, it reminds us that some vows aren’t meant to end—they’re just waiting for the right season to begin.

He is the most terrifying man in the Empire—Hadrian, the Lord Protector. Cold, ruthless, and dictatorial, he rules the chaotic world with an iron fist, crushing rebellions without mercy. To the world, he is a monster devoid of human emotion; a tyrant who bathes in blood. She is a rose growing in the mire—an ordinary, low-born girl struggling to survive in the slums. She possesses nothing but her pride and a fragile life. Their worlds should never have collided. But in a twist of fate amidst the smoke of revolution, the lofty Dictator set his eyes on the humble commoner. He didn't know how to love, so he used the only method he knew: Conquest. He clipped her wings, trapped her in his gilded cage, and forced her to bloom only for him. "You fear me," Hadrian whispered, his fingers tracing her trembling lips. "Good. Because in this lifetime, you will never escape me." In a game of power and submission, can a tyrant learn to kneel for love? And can a bird in a cage tame the beast?

“I hate you with every fibre of my being, Nikolai.” “Really? That changes nothing. I own your body, and I'll own your heart.” “I'll never love you. The sooner you know that, the better for you.” ****** Amaya's life is turned upside down when she is taken hostage by the cold mafia boss, to repay her father's debt from gambling. But what happens when this mafia boss turns out to her ex-lover in college, Nikolai, who she hates with all her heart for breaking her heart before? When Nikolai goes to capture a girl to reclaim his debt, he never expected it to be Amaya, the girl who once held his heart. Now, after forcing her to be his wife, Amaya and Nikolai must navigate the complex life associated with the mafia, while trying to understand the feelings startup to bloom between them anew. Will they find love despite the circumstances? Or will old enemities hunt them down?

It all begins with a clash and unfolds into a heartbreaking love entangled in secrets, status, and fate. Cairo Zeidan Altamirano, a promising third-year medical student at the prestigious Aurelia University of Medicine, finds himself unexpectedly at Casa Estrella University for a collaborative project between future doctors, engineers, and architects. There, he crosses paths with Aerisla Celeste Valmonte, a sharp-witted fourth-year architecture student—under less than ideal circumstances: a petty argument over a can of coffee. Their friction sets the stage for a fiery partnership as Aerisla, the team leader, is forced to work closely with the aloof and enigmatic Cairo. What begins as mutual disdain slowly melts into something far deeper, more dangerous. But just as a fragile love begins to bloom, Aerisla discovers she is carrying Cairo's child, only to be silenced by a cruel twist of fate. Cairo, it turns out, is no ordinary medical student. He is the heir to the empire behind the Altamirano name, and bound by family tradition to marry before his final year begins. Love was never part of the plan. But neither was goodbye.

Twenty-one years old Amber Fernandez, only daughter of the over ambitious Alpha of the Moonlight Pack is spoiled, bratty and always gets whatever she wants. She’s to be mated to a powerful, over-ambitious Alpha in a few days' time when the unexpected happens and her father’s greedy plan backfires, and Amber finds herself paying for her father’s numerous crimes from being captured to be stripped of everything she once has. Amber is tortured, humiliated and turned into a sex slave by the Alpha of the Nightwalker Pack, Alpha Aiden. Twenty eight year old Alpha Aiden can’t seem to be satisfied with the tears of the daughter of the man that killed his sister, and so, he invents new ways to torture her and make her break and beg for mercy. He couldn’t help the attraction he feels towards her. She was sexy, fierce and mouthy; the exact traits he was attracted to, but his hatred for her was definitely stronger. He continuously plays her body like a string, and eventually, the hard hearted Alpha finds himself falling for Amber to his horror. But with an overly jealous girlfriend lurking in the shadows, and more secrets waiting to be unraveled, their love story doesn’t seem to be having a happy ending anytime soon.

My mother-in-law, Teresa Hawke, said she was trapped inside her burning villa. I called my husband, Asher Jensen, begging him to save her. But he was too busy at some bar, flirting with his childhood sweetheart, Melanie Lanner. It wasn't until I begged him, over and over, that he finally went to save Teresa. But Melanie was snatched from that same bar, tortured, killed, and dumped. He acted like none of it mattered until I got pregnant. Then out of nowhere, he threw it all back on me, saying it was my fault. Asher pulled every string he could to bankrupt my family, driving Mom and Dad to leap to their deaths. Then he rounded up a gang of violent psychopaths and threw me in with them. I begged again and again, but he just watched me with that dead stare. "You'll suffer like Mel did before she died! She left this world in agony. Why should you get to live? That's not fair." 99 stab wounds—that was how many it took before I finally bled out and died. And then, I woke up, right back on the day Teresa screamed for help from inside that burning villa.