Tibetan Sea Flower

Three days after his first love Mandy's death, my husband locked me in a steel cage and sank me into the ocean. "You vicious woman," he spat. "Stay here and repent to Mandy!" He didn't know I carried his child. I thrust the pregnancy confirmation toward him, but he walked away without a backward glance. Yet when he later saw my corpse—bloated and decomposing in the seawater—he went insane.

I’d just set sail to escort the cargo to the border when a Category 8 typhoon warning suddenly blared. I steer the ship back in the direction of the harbor, only to realize that the ship has run out of fuel. The distress beacon has been dismantled, too. Immediately, I pick up the radio and call the maritime rescuers for help. As soon as the call gets connected, I hear my wife, Melanie Watkins' mocking laughter instead. "I've already rewired the emergency number so that you can never reach the rescuers. Have fun surviving in the ocean!" Her student, Darell Parker, is with her as well. "Remember when you made fun of me for not knowing how to swim, Clifton? Well, now you're given the chance to show off your swimming skills! You can swim all the way back to the shore on your own! You'd better not be as slow as the sea turtles!" The waves have almost capsized the cargo ship. If I can't get rescued anytime soon, I'll end up dying in the sea. I can only grit my teeth before pleading to Melanie, "No one can possibly swim back to shore! Help me call the maritime rescuers—" But she laughs coldly in return. "Why do you need the rescuers' help? Didn't you say one must learn how to protect themselves? Now swim! "If you think the waters are too cold, then swim faster! Maybe you'll feel warmer the faster you swim!" I give up on arguing with Melanie. After that, I head toward the cargo area with a blade in hand and get ready to sever the ropes tying the cargo down. Said cargo contains the ransom money that's capable of saving Ella Zimmerman, the daughter of Hugh Zimmerman, the wealthiest man in Starbury.

I was the top engineer at the National Deep-Sea Institute—and the only person in the world with real deep-sea rescue experience. When my younger brother's submarine went down and he called for help from 35,000 feet below, I hung up on him. Then, calm and unhurried, I went straight to the police station and turned myself in for leaking classified research data. A few minutes later, my father called, furious. "Your brother's life is hanging by a thread—where the hell are you?! I demand you to get to the site and save him right now, or you won't see a single penny of the family fortune!" I pulled the blanket over myself and said into the phone, perfectly composed, "Busy. Don't bother me—I'm trying to sleep."

I was the top engineer at the National Deep-Sea Research Center, and the only person in the world with experience in deep-sea rescue. When my sister’s submarine malfunctioned and was stranded ten thousand meters below the surface, I hung up on her distress call. Then I calmly walked into a police station and turned myself in for leaking classified research. A few minutes later, my father called. His voice was frantic and furious. “Your sister is missing. Where the hell are you? I’m ordering you to get to the site immediately and save her, or you won’t see a cent of the family inheritance!” I calmly pulled the blanket over my head and said into the phone, “I don’t have time, and you’re interrupting my sleep.”

"I’m a good girl—until I got drunk in Vegas and married a panties-flaming-hot Irishman. Oops. I’ve always lived my life by the rules. Unlike my two sisters, I’m the good one. The responsible one. Going outside my comfort zone is when I wear red lipstick before five PM. That comfort zone of mine? It’s smashed to smithereens on a wild night in Las Vegas when I met—and married—Liam Gallagher. After one shot of tequila, then two, then too many to count, a good girl’s rules tend to disappear. And so do her panties, and her bra, and various other articles of clothing when she’s with an Irishman who knows his way around a woman’s body. Now my husband wants us to stay married. For six months. He says it’ll be worth my while. Considering our chemistry underneath the sheets, I can’t say that he’s wrong. Liam isn’t safe, though. Liam definitely isn’t comfortable. He’s like the male equivalent of wearing red lipstick in the daytime all wrapped up in an irresistible, dangerous package. Yet this stubborn Irishman isn’t about to let me go, drunken Princess Bride-themed Vegas wedding or no. Now I have to decide if I’m brave enough to break the rules for love."

The 99th time my fiancé, Draven, hung up on me, I dragged myself to the family's church, my diagnosis of end-stage renal disease clutched in my hand. "Father, I wish to renounce the Rocci family and break off my engagement to Draven Frost." The words had barely left my lips when my parents burst in with my adopted sister, Bianca. My father, the family's Consigliere, didn't hesitate. He slapped me across the face, right there in front of the priest. "Your fiancé is a respected Capo in our world, and you choose to insult him like this!" "You're dragging our family's name through the mud in front of the whole organization!" My mother snatched the diagnosis from my hand, sneering after a brief glance. "Playing sick for attention again, are you? What is it you want this time?" My adopted sister, Bianca, clung to our parents' arms, her voice choked with tears. "I'm so sorry, sister. You can have my place at the gala. Please, just stop making trouble for Mom and Dad!" I wiped the blood trickling from my nose and calmly repeated my words to the priest. "I am no longer a daughter of the Rocci family. I am not worthy of an alliance with the Frosts." "I will be dead in three days. I want this engagement broken before then."

Valentina accepts billionaire Raffaele Ricchezza’s marriage proposal to secure his inheritance, hiding her intent to ruin his empire, which she blames for her father’s death. Their cold arrangement sparks tension and unexpected attraction as they navigate power plays and hidden agendas. When Valentina uncovers the red flower—a Sumerian relic with stone-melting powers tied to Gilgamesh’s bloodline—she’s thrust into a global chase against enemies seeking to weaponize it. As ancient secrets unravel, love and trust become her greatest challenges. The story opens with Raffaele’s calculated offer, which Valentina accepts to infiltrate his world. Moving into his estate, she sabotages subtly while investigating the red flower and orichalcum, a mythical metal linked to Atlantis. Raffaele, intrigued by her strength, begins to thaw, but their clashes intensify as Valentina uncovers his interest in orichalcum’s commercial potential. Danger escalates when Tariq, a cunning double agent, raids Gilgamesh’s tomb, stealing artifacts and aligning with U.S. military forces eager to exploit the flower’s power. Valentina’s friend Maria faces threats from her abusive ex, Tullio, complicating her mission. From Baghdad to Machu Picchu, Valentina and Raffaele pursue clues across the globe. DNA tests reveal Valentina’s descent from Gilgamesh, granting her immunity to the flower’s curse. As Tariq and Camilla, Valentina’s treacherous stepmother, close in, betrayals deepen. A passionate night shifts their dynamic,but trust falters when Raffaele learns of Valentina’s initial deception. In a climactic underwater battle at Atlantis’s ruins, Valentina chooses to protect the orichalcum technology. Justice prevails as Camilla and Tariq are arrested, and Valentina’s pregnancy heralds hope. She restores Baghdad’s museum, honoring her father. With Raffaele, their twins embody a legacy of love and a green future.

Meminta maaf dan mendapatkan hati wanita yang sudah masuk di hidupnya adalah salah satu tujuan hidup Sean untuk kali ini. Apakah Sean mampu meluluhkan hati sang pujaan hati? Ataukah ia menyerah akan penolakan-penolakan yang dilontarkan sang pujaan hati?

"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! ...

Everyone who has pain does not show it. Someone may hide it behind a beautiful smile, whereas someone may hide it behind the mask of ruthlessness. I'm a happy soul in front of world, But wounds in my heart are quite too old, I'm searching for peace and all above, I'm passing through the paths, in search of love ~ Ivana Ivana Williams, a simple and hardworking girl had a dream; dream of being loved and cared. After losing parents at a young age and being sent to an orphanage, she never got what she dreamt of. I'm heartless as people say but do they know me? Just as much I want to show them is only what they see, I've learnt my lesson and that's enough for me, Love is the only thing that I don't want to feel ~ Justin Justin Merchant, a cold hearted CEO who doesn't believe upon woman and would choose trusting upon a snake rather than woman after what he went through. She's supposed to be a kind and smiley girl for the world and he's the coldest one. But what's their real identity behind the mask? What will happen when their path will cross? Will Ivana get what she dreamt of? Would Justin be able to trust her? This is my first book on the app Do drop your reviews and opinions