Undertale Flower Bed

Madeleine Júlia Cordeiro lives in a quiet, plant-filled apartment in the rougher part of Chicago. She’s twenty-one, broke, vegan, and studying animal science at the local community college. She cries over rescue dogs, talks to her plants like they’re her best friends, and thinks violence is something that only happens in action movies. Her life is calm, predictable, and painfully ordinary. Until he bleeds all over her floor. Adriano Capone is violence in human form—shot, hunted, and very much the kind of man her sweet little heart should run from. He’s everything she hates: violent, dangerous, cruel in the way only a mafia prince can be. He’s everything she’s sworn to avoid but he's hurt and Maddie has a soft spot for lost things. So, she stitches him up. And he stitches himself into her life. He's the devil incarnate. She's never even slapped someone. But fate doesn't care about perfect matches... It threw fire into the hands of a flower girl.

On the bed in a train's compartment, I find myself getting pinned beneath my best friend's boyfriend, Gaston Walters. Our bodies are firmly glued to each other. I don't have any strength left in me, so I can only let Gaston do whatever he wants to me. Soon, I feel him turning me on. My husband, Stevie Murray's loud snores drift from the bunk bed above our heads. That's when Gaston slowly slides his hand beneath my blanket before hiking my nightgown upward. "Wow, you're so wet…"

It began with me waking up one morning and finding myself on a strangers bed , completely naked, a sound I couldn't recognize as a scream came out of my mouth. Marry me .................

Alora is no princess and her life is not a bed of roses despite being the Alpha's daughter. Her mother hates her for being weak and been born a female. Her sister bullies her with every chance she gets. Her father is ignorant about her, turning a blind eye to everything. When her mate chooses her sister over her, she is shattered. During her mate choosing ceremony, she is drugged and ends in bed with the lycan prince of Alistar kingdom. A contract marriage, that's what he offers her in exchange of her freedom in two years. But this relationship is bound to bring more complications on her life. A second chance mate? But is there a future for them?

"To have you here in my bed with me, breathing on me, your hair in my mouth and my name leaving your beautiful lips is what I define Nirvana "

We stood across from each other, with a bed in the middle. The bed was surrounded with golden pots of burning incense, the fragrance intoxicating. On one side of the bed stood a warrior wolf from my pack, and on the other side was a vampire from Diego's pride, both present to guard us. Chairs were set in both sides of the large room, with the werewolves occupying the right side and the vampires on the other side. Everyone stood when the head witches of the three covens arrived and took their seats adjacent to the two parties. " Creatures of the underworld, we have all gathered here to witness something spectacular, something unheard of, the mating of a vampire and a werewolf. These two from both sides have claimed to be mated to each other even though they are not of the same kind, so tonight, underneath the full moon, we shall witness them in bed to attest if the Moon Goddess truly destined them for each other. Let the drums roll!", one of the witches addressed everyone. The incense had aroused us . My were hard and erect, and I could clearly see the bulge in Diego's pants as he stood across. The drums signalled us to begin the mating process, and we got onto the bed. We gently , suppressing the urge to tear each other's clothes off. I felt a bit insecure and ashamed. I could literally feel my alpha's eyes on me and could only imagine the disdain that will be written on his face. Diego's father too was watching, together with their maester. Everyone we knew was there to watch us have and I just couldn't bring myself to feel comfortable. Most importantly, I couldn't help but wonder, what if we die mating?

She was born into the mafia. He swore he’d never love anyone from it. Gild Leoni knows how to survive in a man’s world—smart, fearless, and trained by her mafia father to fight, think, and win. But when she sets eyes on Alexandro Campania, the cold, dangerously handsome heir to the most feared mafia in Italy, her heart makes a choice her head can’t stop. The problem? Alexandro has vowed to marry only a woman who knows nothing about the mafia life. So Gild does the unthinkable. She becomes someone else—sweet, innocent, ordinary. A flower girl with a fake name and a perfect smile. Now, she’s playing the most dangerous game of her life—falling for a man who can never know who she really is. But Alexandro is already watching her. Intrigued. Drawn in. Addicted. And if he finds out the truth… He won’t just walk away. He might destroy them both.

She wanted an autograph. She woke up in a billionaire’s bed with no memory of how she got there. To save his reputation, Nathan Blake offers Ivy a year and half contract marriage.

Theme: billionaire romance, contemporary romance, drama, revenge, second chance She married him to save her life. He married her to ruin hers. Aria Monroe never dreamed of marrying a billionaire — especially not Damian Voss, the cold-hearted tycoon with a reputation as dark as his past. But when a medical crisis with her grandmother threatens Aria’s life – her flower shop. she signs a contract marriage in exchange for the funds to survive and to fulfill her grandmother's wish Damian doesn’t believe in love — only leverage. And Aria? He’s convinced she’s the girl who destroyed his sister’s life months ago. Their marriage is a means to an end: revenge. But the deeper Aria is pulled into his twisted world of wealth, secrets, and scars, the more Damian realizes she might not be the villain after all… She might be the cure to the wounds he swore would never heal. Until a shocking revelation tears their fragile bond apart—and an unexpected twin, half siblings from Aria and Damian's past reappears, threatening everything they thought they knew.

Before my wedding to Sophie Bennett, the impoverished student I've been sponsoring for ten years posts a photo on social media. "Successfully moved into the new apartment. Soph prepared such a big, soft bed for me!" In the photo, Zachary Wells lies sprawled on the wedding bed I bought for Sophie and my new home, taking a smug selfie with his hand waving at the camera. He's even wearing my wedding ring on his ring finger. Zachary also comments on his own post, "Just thinking about how I'm the first man to lie on this bed fills me with overwhelming happiness!" I reply with a question mark under his comment. The next second, Sophie's call comes through. "I'm just letting Zach experience the warmth of home. Why are you being so passive-aggressive?" In the background, I hear Zachary softly trying to calm her down. "Soph, he's not worth getting angry over." Hearing that, Sophie laughs and banters with him, then abruptly hangs up on me. The two of us have been together for ten years, from ages 18 to 28, and we've finally made it to our wedding day. But now, I no longer intend to go through with it.