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Volume 1: The Crown Flower
(Completed)

Under the hardcover of her childishness, she disguises her painful past. The brutal side of life renders her strong. The person she used to believe like her own shadow betrayed her too. She left bruised, broken.

They say love happens just once. But it isn't true. Definitely not. One day, someone appears in her life again, he heals her bruised heart gives her a new life, a new hope. But fate is not mild-mannered. When her broken heart was healed and it had fallen too deep for him, someone unexpected shows up in his life. Maybe she is late, maybe she is not the one he wants. But is it the truth? Even he knows he loves her and wants her, but who is the other one then? Is that person the Ms right? Or Ms wrong?

Love isn't easy to accomplish, it is always on top in the toughest list. Will they even be able to accomplish it?

~It's an unedited book and also, my very first book here. Mistakes are common. Read at your own risk~

~I don't own the cover.~

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The Crown Flower: My First Love

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The Alpha’s Contract

The morning sun poured through the curtains of the windows and tickled on my closed eyes. I opened my eyes in a slow manner and saw the person who was beside me the whole night has already disappeared, the sweetest scent has gone. But where is she?

My eyes searched for her in every corner of the room.

It's her voice which was almost like a whisper. It's coming from the balcony.

So what's she doing there? Talking? With whom?

I got up from the couch and made my way to ambled towards the balcony, rubbing the back of my neck. The couch was really tiny for two. But I didn't hate it. Because of the tiny space, she was close to me. Wait! Am I being a pervert? Being a little pervert is okay, isn't it?

I stopped by the table beside the bed as I saw a diary on it. It's her. The cover of the diary was designed with feathers of peacocks. Can I open it? Will she mind?

Uncertainty