iLma

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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 Alpha’s Contract

Our Love in Paris. The time was short, yet capturing what felt like forever. We fell in love, confessed to each other. He sealed me with his kiss, he sealed forever sign on me that can't be removed.

They say forever is not everlasting. And I'm already scared about it. I want to be with him always, I want to witness his happiness, his sadness, and his madness. I want to breathe in his scent always and forever.

Anyway, we were sitting on the grass in the garden of our house. Yeah, our own house. This morning we came back from the city of love and right now my husband was playing his guitar for me.

Soft guitar music, the aroma a new loaf rising around us and the feeling of the sweet smile of my husband... happy memories have a way of saving when nothing else can.

"Why did you stop?" I asked as I looked at him behind me.

Burning