Wilting Flower Mga Nobela at Kwento

John: I was supposed to be the Alpha. I was supposed to find my mate first. How did my life come to this? A mateless 33-year-old virgin, okay, that part is my choice, helping plan my little brother"s wedding. And if that's not bad enough, I think my wolf has lost his mind or sense of smell. There's no way this human florist is my mate. Sarael: Being a small business owner is never easy, even less when you're a woman of color. But I love my little flower shop. I love it because it's half a world away from my family. I've lived relatively peacefully till John Kinsley of THE Kinsleys walked into my store. The man is by far the sexiest man I've ever seen. But he's also driving me crazy with this hot and cold attitude. This is a sequel to Alpha Logan. You do not need to have read Alpha Logan to enjoy this book, but it is encouraged. Bloodmoon Pack: Book 1 - Alpha Logan Book 2 - Beta's Surprise Mate Book 3 - The Reluctant Alpha Novella - The Hunted Hunter Book 4 - The Genius Delta

***This book contains violence, cursing, sexual content, and talk of suicide, enjoy at your discretion.*** I was walking through an unknown foggy forest when I spotted a field of wildflowers. My feet had a mind of their own as they led me to wander through the flowers. I nonchalantly dragged my hands over the flowers. It was a beautiful and serene sight. I deeply inhaled the sweet scent of the flower and gave a little shudder of bliss. I closed my eyes and just absorbed the moment wanting to remember it. Suddenly the sounds of paws hitting the forest floor overwhelmed me. Then the forest was ignited with flames. Everything glowed vibrant oranges and reds as heavy smoke smothered me from above. I threw myself to the ground desperate for any trace of clean air. As I attempted to crawl out of the flowers a new sound harmonized with the thunder paws, screams and howls for help terrorized me. I clawed at the ground desperate to escape the menacing choir. Fire licked my skin and I screamed for help. Sobs escaped my lips as flaming branches fell on me from above. The smell of burning flesh was the only thing that consumed me as everything went dark.

In a tale woven with both love and obsession, Adele Romero believed she had mended her shattered heart when she delivered a flower to the grand mansion. Little did she realize that her actions had already captured his attention. He was known as the mysterious figure, harboring a dark obsession that consumed him completely. The lingering desires from their shared past and the chance at redemption compelled him to entrap her in his grasp. This time, he was ready to script their story with spilled blood and possessive intent, and she remained oblivious to his true identity. "Have you ever felt the touch of a rose?" he whispered, his silhouette looming before her. "Yes," she replied, her voice quivering with anticipation. "Each petal holds its own unique allure, painted with shades that evoke fascination. And when you press it against your lips, it imparts a magnificent sensation," his voice husky and laden with desire. In that sacred moment, she felt his lips graze her skin. "You, Adele, are like a rose." "And I yearn to crush this rose beneath the weight of my insatiable craving."

What is an obsession? An idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person's mind. And this is what my brother thinks I have and feel toward Lola. He always asks me to be patient and wait till he figures out how to get her back to me, but I can't sit like an obedient dog and wait. I can't live my life as if nothing had happened and my soul wasn't just ripped out of my body. Lola isn't just an obsession to me, she is my life and soul, she is my beating heart. I watched her grow under my care, I waited for her to mature, I fucking protected her even from myself. From that mindless animal that I am, and when I finally could get what I have always wanted, it was taken away from me. My brother is wrong, I'm not obsessed I am possessed and I will fucking take everyone down to get my little flower back. *The doctor's convict is book 2 in women of mafia series, you need to read book 1 (Cerberus) first.

“Do you like it, little flower?” He lets out a grunt, his fingers digging into my hair as his cock pressed against the back of my throat like he's trying to punish me. “Do you like the way my cock fills up your tiny mouth?” I nodded and tried to pull away, but he pushed my head forward, thrusting hard down my throat. I gagged, tears stinging the corners of my eyes. “I call the shots, not you..” another thrust. “Now take that cock like a good girl..” ……. One night meant to relieve her of stress landed Camilla in more trouble than she could have ever imagined. After running away from her one night stand, she returns years later, stronger and richer than ever, only to meet the same man who she tried to escape from. The merciless attraction stirs to life, and obsession becomes the norm. This time around, he isn't letting her go, and will go to any lengths to make sure of it, even though enemies are closing in and secrets rise from the dust to tear them apart.

Amelia Salvatore is a weak human, born to powerful vampires. She has been hated by her family her entire life…she thought life was hard for her not until she was sent to the king’s palace as a sacrifice… The king, Helion Darkmore, an original. He is the first vampire. He was cursed centuries ago which turned him into a hybrid, a demon-vampire hybrid… A monster and a devil… Amelia’s appearance in his palace changed things for him after he found out she is the cure he’s been searching for for years, after been tormented and tortured by the curse for centuries… Amelia could calm the raging beast inside of him… He asks her to be his woman until his curse is completely gone … That is until the flower tattoo vanishes completely…that was the condition for her freedom . Amelia refuses, he threatens to kill everyone around her and she agrees… Her life becomes threatened when the shadow realm finds out about her existence, they try to kill her severally but failed… Along the line, Helion who is void of love falls in love with Amelia and asks her to marry him and be his queen, he intends to turn her into a vampire after her coronation so they can be together forever but she was poisoned by her sister, Emily and while on the brink of death, her true identity was revealed…

She entered his world as prey. Now, she’s learning to bite back. After her mother’s death, Annabelle Gracia seeks fragile solace in the flower shop—until her father trades her to Antonioni D’Angélo, the ruthless mafia billionaire known as The Shadow King. Nights with him burn with pain, pleasure, and control. His coldness shields a heart hunted by a dangerous fraternity, one that will not forgive tenderness—love is a risk he cannot afford. Yet desire refuses to be silenced. In their world, love is weakness, and weakness could destroy them both. Antonioni is not just another mafia heir; he is a force who commands the world’s shadows. Beyond the empire most will never see: high-stakes deals in European marketplaces, clandestine arms trades, and the quiet power of a man who moves money, influence, and danger across continents. Once fragile, she rises. No longer a pawn, she becomes his fiercest ally and mafia queen, his quiet hope. But betrayal is never far, and enemies wait in the shadows. When Nora, the daughter of one of their deadliest rivals, enters their world, alliances shatter, and danger multiplies. In a world ruled by secrets and scars, can love save them… or destroy them?

She was born a mafia heiress. Trained to lead. Destined to destroy anyone who stood in her way. But she never expected him… Fiorella D’Angelo has always been the sharpest weapon in her father’s arsenal—fierce, fearless, and raised to inherit an empire. When betrayal strikes from within, everything she believed about loyalty shatters. And the man demanding her compliance? Rocco De Luca—the most ruthless son of a rival mafia family, known for breaking rules, bones, and hearts. What starts as an arrangement built on vengeance, power plays, and buried family secrets quickly ignites into something neither of them can control. In a world soaked with blood, loyalty, and vendettas, love is the most dangerous game of all. But when enemies close in and war explodes around them, Fiorella and Rocco must decide: will they burn the world down for each other… or will it bury them both? The Mafia’s Flower is a gripping, slow-burn dark mafia romance packed with deadly obsession, tortured enemies-to-lovers tension, heart-pounding cliffhangers, and a heroine who never needs saving—but still chooses love. One empire. One queen. One man who would kill the world to protect her. Ready to enter their world?

The story revolves around a ruthless mafioso who finds a woman buried on the ground as a sacrificial bride to the woman's townfolk's cult. He finds himself drawn to her and claims her from the grave just before she died and was instead wedded to him. Althea's fate was sealed when she became the mafioso's corpse bride. She was like a lifeless flower in a sea of blood and wrath. Men have been fawning over her ever since she remembered, and it was revealed that she was an actual human cursed by her own mother after the man who impregnated her left her to rot. She was like a human succubus, drawing men to her until they became crazy enough to kill her. And every time Althea is killed, a new Althea comes to life as though, the curse goes on and on. It is revealed later on that throughout the world, there have been more than thousands of Altheas enough to dominate the world in secret. At the end of the story, the mafioso due to the curse would kill his wife, only to be killed as well by another Althea who had been watching on the sidelines all this time. She goes back to visit her mother who had been brought to the mental asylum only to laugh hysterical at the term, 'monster'.

There's this unspoken rule in werewolf high society: no matter how tight the mate bond is, business banquets mean booking a hostess. Six years into our bond, my Alpha mate—Brian Stormclaw—met one. Louise. A scrappy Omega with too much pride and not enough sense. When he offered her his black card, she pushed it back and said, "I'm not some Alpha's pampered pet." Brian? Instantly hooked. Like the Moon Goddess herself had dropped her in his lap. He chased her like he wanted her mark on every pack crest. But he forgot something—I was the Luna he wrote ninety-nine love letters to before I said yes. I didn't beg. Didn't snap. Every time he chose her over me, I lit another letter. First one burned on our anniversary—he bailed to wait outside Louise's flower shop, just to walk her home. Letter thirty-four? He left me stranded in a dangerous hunting ground to keep her company. Said she was scared of the dark. Fifty-two? Torched the second he replaced our wedding photo with some sketch she made on. ... And when the ninety-ninth turned to ash, so did whatever was left of us. I walked away. For good.