The Secret Book Of Flora Lea นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It didn’t stand out much compared to other books but one glance at the pages inside and it is enough to catch anyone's attention. Flipping through the pages, I finally found what I was looking for. The spirits of hell and their creators. I noted down the page in my mind before closing the book and taking it back to my study. Placing the book locked inside one of the drawers of my desk, I went straight for Flora's room. I carefully opened the door to her room and peeked inside. She laid in bed on one side, facing the balcony. Though she was asleep, it seemed like she wasn't completely comfortable—which was understandable after the events that happened in the afternoon.

Stasia was totally on her side and thought their tricky plan to control Liam and keep Bloom out of things was working great. When Leah got back to her room in the big palace, she felt powerful. She knew she was going to marry Liam and become the Luna, the leader's wife. But her good feeling didn't last long because as she was getting ready for a big event, she found something that made her feel terrible. While searching for clothes, she found a journal, an old one with yellow pages. It had Liam's name on it. Leah couldn't help but open it up to see what was inside.

At this time, a trace of confusion appeared on her face before she said, "You really are very different from the you of the past ... Never mind, I have already written the reason while you were unconscious, so you can see for yourself." When she finished, she handed me the book in her hand to read. The handwriting on the book was messy and there were signs of revision in many places. The headline reads "Reasons why Flora can't die." Ridiculous title. The first entry under the heading says, for the sake of the children. This one was probably so outrageous to herself that she deleted it and added to it that Flora was out of love and she didn't care. Number two, Leo doesn't want her to die.

"You can keep denying it, but I know what I saw. Your parents' home is filled with pictures of you—Kylie. And the more I listened, the more I realized that Anne and Kylie were the same person. You can't hide the truth forever." I clenched my fists under the desk, my mind racing. How could I shut her up without giving away my secret? Flora had gone to great lengths to uncover the truth. She had faced hardship and danger, driven by her obsession with exposing me. Her determination was frightening, but it also fueled my resolve. I had to be smarter and stronger. I couldn't let her destroy everything I had worked so hard to build. "Enough of this nonsense," I snapped, standing up and towering ov

I didn't ask questions because the girl seemed to be in a hurry. "Wait a moment, ma'am." She took something from her pocket that looked like an ID and swiped it on the doorknob. The door clicked open with a soft hum. The woman even glanced back at me, a slight smile on her face, because I was so amazed. When we entered, I was even more amazed by the beauty of the room. Unlike the house's exterior with its CCTVs and high-tech escalator, the inside of this room was surprisingly simple. The walls were a soft gray, and there was a king-size bed. Across from it, an 11-inch TV screen was mounted. The room was incredibly clean, and the books on a shelf near the window were neatly organized. Like th

Ava carefully placed the book in front of her. Leana didn’t touch it immediately. Instead she studied the symbols carved into the cover. Her expression slowly shifted from curiosity to something more serious. “Where did you find this?” Draven answered calmly. “It belonged to a witch bloodline connected to the Blood Moon curse.” Leana finally touched the book. The moment her fingers brushed the cover, the air in the room seemed to shift slightly. “Older than I thought,” she murmured. Cassian leaned against the far wall, arms crossed.

She wanted to say the world was rotten by design— that principles were fairy tales, and survival belonged to those willing to burn everything. Her gaze sharpened. “You think you won,” she said. “But you and I aren’t that different.” “We both used Alexander’s stupidity. You proved your worth. I bought my future.” “Don’t pretend you’re clean.” My assistant had entered quietly. His name was Ethan. He stood beside my desk, neutral, observant. I looked at Lila again—at the face she’d rebuilt, the certainty she clung to.

“Some secrets don't stay buried.” Elena’s vision blurred for a moment. She glanced around the classroom — every chair in place, every shelf neat. No sign anyone had been there. Her heart pounded so hard it hurt. Outside, thunder rumbled softly — a low warning that crawled through the air. She clutched the note, the words burning into her palm. Some secrets don’t stay buried. For a second, she thought she saw movement outside the window — a silhouette by the gate. But when she blinked, it was gone.

Liora Vale had always loved the quiet. At twenty-one, she worked the night shift at the old city library. Most people thought the job was boring, but Liora loved being alone with the books after midnight. The tall shelves felt like old friends. One rainy night, while sorting the rare books section, she found a strange leather book hidden behind others. It had no title. When she opened it, the pages glowed softly. Words appeared. Choose a story. Bring him to life. One night only.

Not heat like her own power. This was… lateral. As if reality had been nudged from the side. The horizon bent. Just slightly. Then straightened. Then bent again — farther. The clouds did not part. They turned. Like pages in a book being flipped sideways. Lily did not call for guards. She did not move. Her pulse slowed instead of quickening. Because whatever this was— It was not heaven. Across the city, dogs began howling. Not in fear. In confusion. Birds changed direction mid-flight, veering west in sharp arcs.