Tears On A Withered Flower Characters

My twin sister, wanting to be with her thug boyfriend, secretly planned to apply for a junior college. When I could not talk her out of it, I told our parents and managed to stop her. However, just a month into the new semester, her thug boyfriend cheated on her. She left a suicide note, blaming it all on the long distance between them. She wrote that if she had gone to that junior college, her boyfriend would never have cheated. Grief‑stricken, my parents turned all their rage on me. "You wretched girl, this is all your fault for meddling! What business was it of yours which school your sister went to? Even if she didn't go to college, we could still support her. We didn't need your big mouth!" "If it weren't for your spiteful tongue, your sister wouldn't be dead!" "We were cursed to have a vicious, unfilial daughter like you!" They locked me in her room, ordering me to repent. Then they took her ashes on a trip, saying they wanted her to see the beautiful mountains and rivers she never got to visit in life. A month later, they returned from their travels to find me long dead, starved to a withered husk in front of my sister's photo. Their eyes held no grief, no guilt, only a faint, scornful curl of the lips. In their eyes, my death was nothing more than justice served. My broken soul saw their icy expressions, and despairing tears burned my eyes. Then my sister's familiar voice rang out again: "What business is it of yours which school I go to? You're just jealous that I have a boyfriend, aren't you?"

Allisya Mireya Samudra, liked Luis Edduardo Duttlof, the CEO who is 10 years older than her since their first meeting when they were 8 years old. However, according to Luis, Reya's feelings were only for a moment, because the child was still a teenager who was trying to find his identity. Every day, Reya always gets rejection from Luis, but all these rejections make her even more excited and make Luis sick of seeing her. Until finally, Luis realized the changes that were happening to Reya, and he was very sorry after knowing about Reya's real life. A woman who lives a life full of pretense, and also a woman whose life is like the Calendula flower, the flower he gives when that woman asks for it. A flower that turns out to save a lot of destruction and sadness to survive without anyone wanting it in this world. When Luis tries to make things right, things are no longer the same. And he can no longer apologize to the woman he always hurts directly every day.

Joy Jones was a seventeen-year-old kind and optimistic girl working in her grandpa's flower shop, but she had a secret. She was suffering from acute lymphoblastic leukaemia and wanted nothing, but to die peacefully. That was until Logan Kellerman, a young man with suicidal tendencies came storming into her life and stole roses from her grandpa's flower shop. Instead of running away with what he came for, he found himself falling deeper and deeper into her as she made his heart skip in delight, for she was, in her own words, a little bit of Joy.

Veronica, a young woman scarred by a difficult childhood, and Ethan, burdened by his own past are promised a love that has the power to heal their wounds. Their blossoming romance, however, is withered by dark secrets and the shocking betrayal of a close friend. In a brutal attack, Veronica is left fighting for her life, and their love is tested. A shocking betrayal leaves Veronica critically injured, and their love hanging by a thin thread. To complicate matters further, a shadow from Ethan's past, Alex, reenters their lives and she uses her seductive charm to cast a tempting net on Ethan. Can their love withstand the trials, or will it be torn apart by the forces that seek to keep them apart?

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below filled with ivory remains. With determination etched on his face, he proclaimed, "The debt owed shall be repaid in blood!"

Many beauties enter the palace. They all add up to the endless struggle for power and love of the king. When Ezra Azzar becomes part of the imperial harem he only imagines a quiet life serving alongside the king. But, everything changes when the king sets his eyes on her and with it, the jealousy of the concubines and even the queen. After several defeats and eventual fortunes, Azzar discovers that the only way to stay alive is to gain more and more power. Love seemed not to be an option, but eventually she ends up falling in love with the king. Yet the betrayals and conspiracies within the harem will cast doubt on their feelings. She will have to decide between love and power. But... And if love is not enough? There are many beauties of the king. Beautiful flowers at dawn but withered when it gets dark.

With raven hair, lips as red as blood and smooth sun kissed skin, without a doubt she was a delicate flower against bouquet of red roses. No man could deny such a delicate flower such as Aurora. Not even the most cold hearted and ruthless creatures that lurk in the shadows. They would stop at nothing to have her even if it meant breaking her in the process. And when they get her they wouldn't share her with a soul. What they failed to notice was that Aurora was a tough nut to crack and the moment she submitted to a man was the day her corpse laid six feet underground. The only good that exists within a cruel world. Every man wants a chance to claim her as theirs. Every woman woman wants to end her life. Read this novel to discover what lies ahead and which path Aurora will choose.

"Why are you doing this?" He sighed as he walked around the bed to my side but he didn't answer. He leaned closer, and I closed my eyes. I could hear our heartbeats, and I could hear his breathing as well. If I didn't see how cold he was to me, I would have thought he was affected by me. But I knew better. I felt the shackle tighten around my neck as tears streamed down my face. It hurt that I had to be shackled, but what hurt the most was that it was my mate doing this. "Fuck." I heard him mutter under his breath. My hand was hoisted up and the chain around my wrist loosened. "Let's go." I wiped the tears from my cheeks as I stood up and followed him. I refused to look at him. I didn't know which was better, the chain or the shackle. Because regardless of what I had, they both meant the same thing - I was nothing but a mere rogue to him.  ¤¤¤¤¤ Stealing The Heart of My Alpha is the final installment in the Black Shadow Pack Series. While the story stands alone, I recommend that you read the series and the spin-off novels to gain a better understanding of the characters and the world I created. BLACK SHADOW PACK SERIES: Book 1 - HE'S MY ALPHA (Completed) Book 2 - THE BETA IS MINE (Completed) Book 3 - LOVING THE GAMMA (Completed) Spin-off Novel Book 1 - IN THE ARMS OF MY ALPHA (Completed) Spin-off Novel Book 2 - THROUGH THE EYES OF MY ALPHA (Completed)

"I would dedicate my life to Flowers." Yes, Flowers. Flowers hasn't been a big part of my life until she came into my life. "Thinking of you," I said as I held the Blue Salvia flower The petals of our youthful fondness have finally blossomed! ...

My billionaire husband suffered from chronic insomnia for years. Only the sleep balm I made could help him sleep. On the night of our seventh wedding anniversary, his childhood sweetheart poured a basin of scalding water over the old camphor tree in our garden. I wept and tried to save the tree as she apologized, “I didn’t know you used its leaves to make the sleep balm.” My husband gently comforted her and ordered his men to tie me to the tree trunk instead. “What a precious tree. You’ll spend the rest of your days with it!” With my wrist fractured as a result, I filed for divorce immediately. A month later, my husband was unable to sleep late one night. He stood in the garden and stared at the withered camphor tree.