"I'm Dimitri Kouris." This was the beginning of my demise. We were like a match made in heaven, I fell for his looks, he was everything i wanted in a man, from the moment he said hi, he stole my heart. I could go a second without thinking about Dimitri Kouris. The true definition of Handsomeness, strength and mystery . But contrary to the very many fairytales I've read and love at first sight tales I've heard, this was quite different. Started sweet, ended tragic, oh well!! thought it would but it continued and turned sweet again. A true tale of bittersweet. We were two heartbroken individuals happening to stumble into each others lives and our meeting completely changed our individual courses. Read to follow Cally and Dimitri's journey through these ups and downs as they fall in love but can't seem to escape their past lives. Calliope Bullock, the florist. Dimitri Kouris, the artist.
Greece, is a dream destination for many, holds a special place in the hearts of those who visit. Its captivating architecture continues to inspire awe, the ocean view, even upon repeated viewings. Renowned artworks and historic ruins never fail to leave visitors speechless. Couples choose it as their honeymoon destination, and tourists prioritize it on their travel bucket lists.
As for me, I turned Santorini, Greece into my home.
At the tender age of ten, my family embarked on a trip to Greece, and like everyone else, I instantly fell in love with the country. I made a solemn promise to myself that once I turned eighteen, I would move here. True to my word, on my eighteenth birthday, I bid farewell to my hometown and set foot in Greece. During the eight years leading up to my move, I made extensive preparations. I learnt Greek, although it seemed unnecessary as most people I encountered spoke English. I carefully planned which college to attend and where I would live. Saving up the required funds proved challenging, but luckily my parents offered to cover my college expenses, which eased the financial burden. In the end, all the effort was worthwhile. Now, at the age of twenty-four, I am the proud owner of a flourishing florist business. Flowers have always been a passion of mine, with their vibrant colors and sweet fragrance never failing to uplift my spirits. When I was younger, my grandmother had an expansive garden where she taught me all about flowers. Opening my own flower shop feels like a way to keep her memory close. "Good morning. Isn't it a beautiful day today?" Gio, the cafe's owner, greets me from behind the counter as I step inside. "Certainly is," I reply, a smile forming on my face, and grab my cup of coffee from the counter. Despite my protests, Gio insists on having my coffee ready every morning. I bid him farewell and swiftly leave the café, just as quick as my arrival. The early morning atmosphere in Santorini, Greece transports you to a different realm. The streets are less crowded with tourists, and the sun peeks over the horizon, painting the clouds in hues of tangerine orange and bubble-gum pink.
Every aspect of Greece mesmerizes me, from the quaint local shops to the world-famous Oia Castle. While I reside in Oia, Santorini I occasionally venture to Athens and Thebes. If it were possible, I would live in all three places. However, I have my sights set on Crete as my future home once I conclude my floral business. There's something about that city that makes me feel truly at home, whether it's the charming colored buildings or the crystal-clear waters-I can't quite put my finger on it. Today, like any other day in Santorini, Greece, I wake up early to prepare for work, although I'm lacking the usual motivation. Nonetheless, it's Friday, so I can't complain. Passersby on the street greet me with smiles and kind words, the philoxenia experience is divine to say the least, it was as if we've known each other our entire lives. Although not all people are like that, there are some other individuals rushing past, completely oblivious to the captivating scenery. Their minds revolve solely around work and money. Yet, flowers never fail to add that extra pep in my step. Their delightful scent and vibrant hues infuse me with a rush of serotonin. The exterior of my shop, named 'Calliope's Flowers', is adorned with blooms of various colors, as if they are welcoming visitors into a world of beauty and enchantment-a prelude to the wonders that lie inside. What could possibly go wrong? "Morning, boss,"
Elias greets me as I approach the front desk, a warm smile on his face, with a hint of a mid-life crisis lurking behind his eyes. "You're here early," I remark, raising an eyebrow. This early arrival is uncharacteristic of him. Elias was one of my first hires when I opened my business, and over the past two years, we've become best friends. Originally from England, he relocated to Greece in search of a fresh start after his heartbreak with a high school sweetheart. It appears that starting anew worked wonders, as he now radiates a sunny disposition even on the gloomiest days. "I thought I'd come help you get ready today," he says with a smile, but I'm skeptical, handing him my coffee, surprised when he declines. This behavior is entirely out of character for him. He sighs, setting down the papers he was holding and resting his head in his hands. "I've met someone," he confesses, his head still cradled. "Elias, that's fantastic!" I reply, placing a comforting hand on his back. "Why do you seem sad?" "Is it too soon?" he asks, raising his head to meet my gaze. Considering my own experiences, having only been in one serious relationship that ended in heartbreak, I harbor a certain apprehension about falling in love. Love is a bewildering entity that can either result in heartache or lead you to the one. At this point, I'm uncertain if I ever want to deal with love again, especially when I haven't completely moved on from my past relationship. "How do you feel when you look at her?"
"Him," he corrects me, and I nod, recalling that Elias is bisexual. "Okay. How do you feel when you look at him?" I inquire further.
"Like I'm on top of the world," Elias chuckles softly, a blush tinting his cheeks. "His name is Adrian." From the way he said Adrian's name, I can tell Elias is smitten. The look on his face and the glazed expression in his eyes provide the answer he seeks. "Go for it, babe," I playfully nudge him with my hip. He laughs and shakes his head before picking up the stack of papers he had set aside. "I have to meet him soon," I add, taking a seat at my desk and toying with a stray flower that found its way near my keyboard. "Well, he invited me to an art exhibition tonight. One of his friends is the artist," I glance over at Elias, urging him to continue. "You should come. It starts at eight tonight." Since moving here and opening my business, I've been overwhelmed with work. One might assume that running a flower shop is simple, but it's far more challenging than expected. Every day, hundreds of flowers arrive, and numerous customers purchase them. I must ensure each flower is adequately watered and arranged to perfection. Taking a break for the evening would do me good. "Sure, I'll go," I make up my mind, eliciting a warm smile from Elias.
An evening involving wine and light conversation sounds absolutely perfect.
Warning: This book is really dark, filled with imaginations of darkness you can can think of. If you're below the age of 18. I advise you that you read with discretion. He stared at me with cold, dark eyes. Pushing me against the wall with his hand around my throat, he growled, "Do you know the ways I could fuck the answer out of you? The things I could do to you, can you imagine it? I'll ask you again, what did you see in my black bag?" His dark eyes were scary but the thought of fucking the truth out of me was entertaining, I replied confused and scared "No-, Nothing" Maximo, a scary-looking bulky guy and the leader of the most feared Mafia on earth fell victim to a prank which I do occasionally, especially to scary-looking people. It's like a test to know how much power I have as a woman but this time it went south as the man I decided to prank one rainy Friday night became a bone stuck in my throat for the rest of my days, I could not get him out. My lovely sharp bone. Aurora, a lovely girl, gentle on the outside but wild on the inside, plays men like cards but she can't to this man, Max Lucado. He was everything she wanted in a man
Juliet Avery's life took a drastic turn when she went from one confined existence to another. Forced into marriage with her father's business partner, Jamie Santos, she found herself bound to a man known for his immense wealth and striking good looks. However, beneath his charming exterior lurked a dark and sinister nature - Jamie was a ruthless Colombian Mafia Boss with a cruel streak and an unhealthy obsession with Juliet. Jamie's devotion to Juliet knew no bounds; he was willing to commit any atrocity, from mass killings to setting the world ablaze, at her mere request. But Juliet had no desire for this kind of life. His lavish lifestyle and the luxurious cage he provided were not what she had envisioned for her future. All Juliet yearned for was freedom, not to be shackled to a man consumed by insatiable desires. She found herself trapped in a gilded prison, longing for escape from the clutches of a beast whose affections she could never reciprocate.
"If I were to kick the bucket, would you make a pilgrimage to my grave?" I quipped, motioning to the open graveyard around us. His lips curled into a wicked smirk, revealing flawless, pearly whites—a sinister expression that, by all accounts, should have prompted me to bolt in the opposite direction. Yet, it didn't. "If you ever found yourself six feet under, Beverley," he said, pausing to let his eyes roam over me, "trust me, I'd be right there in the damn plot next to yours." Bev My life had been charted out before I drew my first breath. I was thrust into the seedy realm of organized crime and illicit trade. After enduring torment and being left for dead, I finally secured my escape. I ran. Freedom was mine. And then my brother messed it all up, dragging me back into this warped version of hell. And then there was Shady, the devil in the most tempting guise. Shady I held the throne in the Boka Civente, the epitome of violence and corruption. In my world, there was no concept of losing. Down in the underground, the rules remained the same. Always had, and when your life was at stake, debts were settled accordingly. Her brother owed me, and if that debt went unpaid, someone would meet their end. And she, she was simply a means to an end. Right?
"Bria's destiny is closely connected to the Alpha, and the red mark on her hand is clear proof of their special bond. Her tough journey began when the human government took her away when she was young. They trained her to be a weapon against the wolves. She knows her job well, and she's eager to go undercover as a failed kidnapping attempt to learn the wolves' secrets and hurt the Alpha. But, she didn't expect to meet an Alpha who would change everything she thought she knew. This Alpha tells her a different story from what she was taught, and introduces her to a community that goes against everything she believed."
Warning- This rated R, sexually explicit and gun and knife violence, reader's discretion is advised It all started when he was 19 and she was 17, teenagers in love who bared their souls without judgement from one another. Innocently, they thrived purely on love, but unknown to them, their families had other plans. Rather than letting them naturally thrive in true love, Danni had already arranged for Ghost at her tee that when she's older and a woman enough, she will become Ghost's wife. Giuseppe Giordano, popularly known as Ghost, was an heir had he had the time and has become ruthless and violent in approaching things that he doesn't trust, and Daniella Lopez is the innocent, beautiful woman who was betrayed by the Mafia boss. The Lopez and Giordano families had an agreement since their kids were young that they were going to give each other's children to one another once they came of age to strengthen the bond between both families. By the time she was of age, Ghost was invited to come and get his bride, despite the aggravations of her brothers, but it was to no avail. The union was rocky at first, as Ghost, who's been trained throughout his life to be cold-hearted and viscious, was to be married to the innocent and easy-going Daniella. Daniella didn't find Ghost any good for her, as he was never gentle with her and always treated women like commodities, but as time unravelled, she started to see him and see the Angel that was hiding behind the devil. This was the inception of a forever love story as Ghost, despite his shady and dark ways, became Daniella's knight in shining armour as she gradually shaped him to see the world and women differently.
"The King of Grita once found himself in a life-threatening situation, saved by a mysterious woman whose identity remained concealed, save for her enchanting deep green eyes. However, as quickly as she had appeared, she vanished overnight, leaving the King in a state of restlessness. On that fateful night, he owed his very life to her, and those captivating green eyes had stolen his heart. Years later, circumstances compelled the King to enter into a marriage arrangement with the daughter of a prominent general. To his astonishment, this young woman had the same bewitching green eyes that had haunted his memory since that life-altering night. The mysteries began to pile up. Two different women with the same mesmerising eyes—questions filled the King's mind. Who was that enigmatic woman who disappeared from his life years ago? Could it be possible that these two women were one and the same, and if so, why did they possess different appearances? As the King grappled with these unanswered questions, he embarked on a quest to unravel the secrets hidden behind those deep green eyes. Would he finally unveil the truth and solve the mystery that had haunted him for so long?"
My family was on the poverty line and had no way to support me in college. I had to work part-time every day just to make ends meet and afford to get into the university. That was when I met her—the pretty girl in my class that every boy dreamt of asking out. I was well aware she was out of my league. Nevertheless, I mustered all my courage and bravely told her that I had fallen for her. To my surprise, she agreed to be my girlfriend. With the sweetest smile I had ever seen, she told me that she wanted my first gift for her to be the latest and top-of-the-line iPhone. I worked like a dog and even did my classmates’ laundry to save up. My hard work eventually paid off after a month. I finally got to buy what she wanted. But as I was wrapping my gift, I saw her in the dressing room, making out with the captain of the basketball team. She then heartlessly made fun of my inadequacy and made a fool out of me. To make things worse, the guy whom she cheated on me with even punched me in the face. Desperation washed over me, but there was nothing I could do but lie on the floor as they trampled on my feelings. But then, my father called me out of the blue, and my life turned upside down. It turned out that I was a billionaire's son.
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
Cathryn, an orphan with no family ties to Grayson, regarded him only as family. He, however, valued her as a precious jewel. From their very first encounter, Cathryn's destiny was intertwined with his. Once lonely and desiring affection, she was ensnared by his love, unable to break free. Eventually, she managed to escape his emotional clutches. Shockingly, she had fallen for someone else. Grayson confronted her sharply. "How could you feel for another?" Unable to meet his eyes, she whispered, "You're family. I can't..." Looking down, he pressed further. "You can't, or you wouldn’t dare?"
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.