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 Crown Flower: My First Love

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Zipping up the luggage, I took one last lingering glance around the room before I hauled it up and pulled the luggage out from the walk-in closet. My steps stopped when I saw Dylan standing at a side, gaze fixed at me. His eyes had frozen over like the surface of a winter puddle, robbing them of their usual warmth.

I didn't want to get softened now. I quickly averted my gaze to avoid seeing the pain that was clouding his eyes. "I have called dad already. The driver will come to pick me up." I felt Dylan clenching his hands, swallowing hard.

Taking a deep and sharp breath, I spoke again. "You... take care." With that, I pulled the luggage, walked past him to make my way towards the door.

But before I could do so, Dylan reached out, wrapping his hands around my waist and pulled me into his arms, hugging me tightly from behind. "Don't go." He pleaded, his voice urgent and anxious.

Leaving