"Look at yourself in the mirror, little bun. You're still shivering under my touch, so excited, so pitiful..." His voice was low, teasing, as he stroked her cheek, his fingers trailing down to her trembling neck. "Let go of me, you bastard!" She struggled, trying to twist away, her hands pushing against his chest. "What did you do to the divorce paper?!" He smirked, not even flinching at her resistance. "It wasn't a divorce paper, baby." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "I changed the contract." Her eyes widened, confusion flashing in her gaze. "What do you mean-?" "In the end," he whispered, "you belong to me, and only me." His fingers brushed over her lips as he held her in place, savoring her resistance, knowing all too well how much she wanted to escape. But it didn't matter. She was already his, and the paper proved it. There was no going back now.
« Thank you for ordering from Moonlight Floral Shop! Have a nice day ahead! »
A man in a sharp suit took the bouquet of daisies into his hands, his features softening as he smiled warmly. « You're welcome. Have a nice day ahead too. » He nodded politely before stepping out of the floral shop, the doorbell chiming once again to announce his departure.
Jeon Jungkook, humming a cheerful tune, wiped his hands on his cute pink apron. He turned his attention back to the flowers in front of him, carefully arranging the second order of the day. His fingers worked quickly, expertly tying a dark blue ribbon around the delicate blooms, but his eyebrows were furrowed, concentrating hard on the task at hand.
With his lips jutting out in a small pout, he muttered under his breath, « Almost done... »
« Done! » Jungkook's face lit up as he jumped up from his seat, a wide, satisfied smile spreading across his face. « Time to call the customer to collect his flowers! »
He eagerly reached for the mobile phone resting on the small table by the counter, but before his fingers could grasp it, the doorbell chimed once more. He froze, instinctively straightening up, his head tilting to the side without thinking.
« Welcome to the Moonlight Floral Shop! » Jungkook greeted enthusiastically, his voice warm and inviting, his eyes meeting the man who had just entered. The sight of the customer was unusual-a tall man wearing a black mask and dark sunglasses, making it hard to see his expression. The man walked into the shop, the air filled with the sweet scent of the flowers, and despite his obscured appearance, something about him felt strangely familiar to Jungkook.
The man stood for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the floral displays, before he spoke gruffly, « Suggest something for me. »
Jungkook blinked, taken aback by the tone of the man's voice. There was something about it that seemed oddly familiar, like he'd heard it before. But instead of dwelling on the feeling, he quickly regained his composure.
« The most popular flower in our shop is definitely red roses! They're really, really pretty, plus they smell really nice! Tulips are nice too-many girls love them nowadays. We've got daisies, sunflowers, orchids- »
The man cut him off, his voice sharp, « You're rambling, pretty boy. »
Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise. His lips parted, letting out a small gasp of embarrassment. His face flushed a deep shade of red as he quickly covered his mouth with both hands, a tiny, flustered laugh escaping him. « I-I'm sorry! I just love flowers so much... »
The man's tone softened slightly as he watched Jungkook's reaction. His arms crossed in front of him, leaning against the counter. « No need to apologize. Just get me what I asked for. »
Jungkook cleared his throat, trying to calm his nerves. « So, what kind of flowers would you like, sir? »
The man paused for a moment, eyes narrowing slightly behind the dark sunglasses. « Give me the calla lily. »
Jungkook's eyes brightened at the mention of the elegant flowers. « Calla lily? Oh, I love calla lilies too! They're so delicate and beautiful. It's too bad not many people buy them... »
He nodded, turning around to reach for the delicate white flowers, carefully picking them from the display. As he cradled the flowers in his hands, his voice softened with excitement. « What color would you like for the wrapping, mister? »
The man's gaze lingered on Jungkook, his stance leaning more into the counter as he rested his chin on his hands, the sound of his low voice reaching Jungkook's ears. « Baby pink. »
Jungkook smiled brightly. « Oh, baby pink! I love that color too! So soft and gentle... Your girlfriend must have the same taste as me, huh? » He laughed softly, his tone teasing. It was a lighthearted comment, but something about the man's aura seemed different-there was a certain intensity about him that intrigued Jungkook.
The man's voice dropped into a playful, almost lazy tone. « Oh, not a girlfriend. He's already my wife. »
Jungkook blinked, his mind processing the words. « Your wife? »
The man's voice was full of warmth, though tinged with an underlying sadness. « Yeah. He's mine. »
Jungkook's hands paused in their work as he carefully arranged the flowers. A soft smile appeared on his face as he thought about the man's words. « You must really love him, then? »
The man chuckled softly, his voice tinged with bitterness. « I do. But he doesn't accept my love. He keeps thinking I'm joking around. »
Jungkook's expression softened, his heart aching as he continued to arrange the calla lilies. His mind wandered back to his own failed marriage, the pain and heartache he'd felt when his love was not reciprocated. He couldn't help but feel a connection to this stranger.
The man's voice was quiet but tinged with frustration as he continued, « It's pretty sad, really. I've done everything I can to prove my love, but he doesn't trust me. He's even forced me to sign the divorce papers. »
Jungkook's hands faltered slightly, a heavy sigh escaping him as he listened. He glanced at the man again, the sense of familiarity growing stronger, but still unable to place why. « I'm sorry to hear that, sir. It sounds like you're going through a lot... »
The man shrugged, a nonchalant gesture, but Jungkook could hear the pain lingering in his words. « Yeah. It's hard when you give your heart to someone, and they don't believe you. But I'm not giving up on him. That's why I'm here-buying his favorite flowers. I'm going to keep proving my love. »
Jungkook smiled, though it was tinged with sadness. He finished wrapping the calla lilies in the soft baby pink paper, tying it gently with a silver ribbon. « I think he'll appreciate that. Maybe he just needs to see it from your perspective. Sometimes, people need time to believe in love. »
The man gave a small, knowing nod. « I hope you're right. »
Jungkook handed over the bouquet, his eyes filled with empathy. « I'm sure he'll come around. Flowers have a way of speaking what words can't. »
The man's lips curled into a faint smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. « I hope so, pretty boy. Thanks for the help. »
Jungkook watched as the man turned to leave, the sound of the doorbell chiming once more. His heart felt heavy, as though a piece of his own story had just been shared with him. He glanced at the bouquet of calla lilies, remembering the love that had once filled his own heart, the love that had been lost.
He sighed deeply, a small tear threatening to fall, but he blinked it away quickly. Love was a tricky thing. It could heal or destroy, and sometimes, all you could do was wait.
He turned to the small counter and picked up his phone, dialing the number for the customer who had ordered the second bouquet of the day. But his thoughts were still with the man in the black mask and sunglasses. He wondered if he would ever find the happiness he sought, or if he, too, would continue to struggle with the loss of love.
As the phone rang, Jungkook tried to shake the feeling from his mind, focusing on the task at hand. He had to keep the shop running, and maybe, just maybe, he could help someone else find the love they deserved.
She was barely twenty years old when her heart was shattered by the man she thought she could love, a man who, out of spite and a thirst for revenge, left her in pain. He hated her for a crime she didn't commit, a crime she didn't even know about. The pain was unbearable, the betrayal devastating. Five years later, Ana was no longer the fragile, vulnerable young woman she once was. She had grown, matured, and built a strength she never knew she had back then. Life had changed her; she no longer believed in love or the goodness of men. She had learned not to let her emotions control her. Yet, when Devin reappeared, her balance faltered. He had returned, determined to finish what he hadn't been able to do before: his revenge. His dark, cold eyes exuded an icy hostility, but Ana knew he was no longer the man he once was. The Devin of today was more cynical, more ruthless. Still, she couldn't ignore the lingering attraction she had always felt for him. Devin, for his part, bore the scars of a life marked by betrayal and pain. Since the age of fourteen, revenge had become his only obsession. Fate had driven him to hate the daughter of the man who had destroyed his family. But when he crossed Ana's gaze again, he realized that the war he had waged against her could destroy both of them. Could their love be possible, or would the past be too heavy to bear?
Bronte was the beloved girl of everyone, always smiling and full of life. Her popularity made her an essential person in everyone's eyes. Yet, there was one exception: Blake. This arrogant bad boy, with his messy hair and piercing gaze, didn't even seem to notice her. But that was before her parents went to Africa. Forced to leave for several weeks, they entrusted Bronte to Blake. Upon her arrival, Bronte felt like an intruder in his world. Their first interactions were cold, marked by endless pranks and arguments that never seemed to end. Yet, behind Blake's attitude, Bronte sensed something deeper, a secret he hid carefully. Over the days, their relationship slowly began to change. Despite the provocations and tensions, an attraction started to form between them. Blake couldn't admit it, but it was clear that Bronte was no longer just the neighbor.
He swept my sweat-drenched hair off my neck, pressing his lips against my ear. His hot breath made me shiver, and every vibration of his voice left me breathless. "You're not the first to try to seduce me," he whispered, his warm breath grazing my skin. "But you're my favorite." His eyes locked with mine, piercing and intense, before he slowly pulled me away. I watched him take my red lace thong, a mysterious smile playing on his lips. A wave of desire overwhelmed me, mixed with a strange sense of defeat. I hadn't expected this, nor the palpable tension that had settled between us. And now, I'm an intern for Cole, the writer of the steamiest novels I've ever read. All of this is more real, more intense, and most of all, more dangerous than I could have ever imagined.
Jack had just arrived in town, a cold breeze following him, signaling the arrival of winter. The first snowflakes danced in the air, covering the streets with a white blanket. Summer, on the other hand, hated this season. Every year, she dreaded the cold, the gray skies, and the early darkness. But that day, something changed. When he walked into her café, an unusual shiver ran down her spine. The man with silver hair and icy blue eyes, as cold as the winter sea, seemed to bring a breath of fresh air with him. But there was something else, something captivating in his presence, a mystery that Summer didn't yet understand. Jack, with his calm, frosty demeanor, knew how to bring the chill, almost as if he could make the air feel sharper. Yet, soon, she would discover that beneath that apparent coldness, he had the power to ignite a fire inside her. A fire she never imagined could exist.
She loved her husband. She gave him everything, without hesitation, offering her heart, her soul, and her dreams. But he was nothing but a receiver, never a giver. He took without ever giving back, feeding off her affection and sacrifices. He was selfish, and every gesture she made for him seemed like a mere formality to satisfy his needs. He was never there for her, except when it served him. The only things he offered were confusion. He gave her empty promises, sweet words that rang hollow. He offered manipulation, ideals disguised as his "undeniable love," but in reality, he only loved one person: himself. She adored him, but he saw in her nothing more than a tool to fill his inner emptiness. He had invaded her mind to the point where, when he proposed an open relationship, he made her believe it was her idea, seducing her with subtle words. She wanted to believe him, convincing herself that it was a step of compromise, a sacrifice for the love he claimed to have for her. But deep down, she knew it wasn't what she wanted. She wanted him, and only him. He wanted her, and all the others he could get, all those who would feed his insatiable need for power and domination. But all of that changed when Tobias Wrexler entered their lives. His intense gaze, his silent yet powerful presence, brought a turning point in her life. The shadow of her husband suddenly seemed far less threatening in the light that Tobias brought.
Maddison Holt, the youngest and only female alpha in North America, took her father's place after his death and her mother's illness. She's always believed a mate would be a weakness. However, her mate is the killer who slaughtered her father. Jay Pierce, the most feared alpha in history, is the devil himself-handsome but merciless. Maddison wants nothing to do with him, but he intends to make her submit. A power struggle where only one rule exists: one of them must yield. The war between Maddison and Jay begins.
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
Iris grew from an orphaned child to the adopted daughter of the Stewart family at age ten, finding warmth in her nominal uncle Vincent's kindness. Seven years later, she became his secret lover. When Vincent's engagement was announced, gossip spread about the notorious playboy CEO finally settling down. But only Iris knew the extent of his cold, two-faced nature. Iris fell for Vincent and, through tears, begged, "Marry me," only to be met with his frosty refusal. Defeated, she accepted a lawyer's proposal, sparking public excitement. Then, on her wedding day, Vincent pleaded desperately, "Don't marry him…"
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
It's true what they say about marriage: one partner's always happier than the other. ~~~ Julie's world is shattered when her husband, Ryan, reveals that he wants an open marriage. His reason: he needs a child as they've been unable to have one. Julie reluctantly agrees to save her marriage. The next day, Ryan returns home with his secretary, confirming Julie's long-held suspicion that their affair was taking place behind her back. Julie, heartbroken and enraged, seeks solace in a bar, where she meets a fascinating stranger named Luke, who changes the game. Julie confides in Luke over drinks, and he proposes a risky plan: he will act as her "boyfriend" to turn the tables on Ryan. Julie agrees, setting off a chain of events that will challenge everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and herself.
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."